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Socius Leiffen

2026-03-31T06:27:38Z

INSPADES: updated full description of Socius' dagger

{{storynpcbox
|storyline = The Nazhor Chronicles
|storyline2 = Clipped Wings
|storyline3 = Surcease
|storyline4 = All That Remains
|storyline5 = Equilibrium
|gender = Male
|race = Human
|life = alive
|hometown =
|relationships = son of [[Palorus Leiffen]], adoptive brother of [[Essit|Essit Leiffen]]
|alias = Scion, Headsman, Butcher (by [[The Flock]] and also [[Wehnimer's Landing]]), The Fist
|affiliation = }}

'''Socius Leiffen''' is the Headsman of [[Mist Harbor]]. He came into that role after claiming [[Four Winds Isle]] as part of an inheritance.

==Appearance==
<pre{{log3}}>
You see Socius Leiffen.
He appears to be a Human.
He is plain-looking in every regard save his eyes, and has a huge scar running the length of his right cheek and down across the front of his neck. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has piercing light green eyes and deeply tanned skin. He has a bald head. He has an intense face and a narrow nose.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a tall-collared ashen wool longcoat fastened at the shoulder, an aspen green silk shirt faintly patterned with feathers, an obsidian ring inlaid with delicate white ivory runes, a narrow leather pouch, some pressed charcoal grey trousers, and a pair of slim grey boots with a verdant tinge.

==Background and History==

The last remaining member of the Leiffen family, Socius claims ownership of [[Four Winds Isle]] as a portion of his inheritance, which has been rumored to be substantial. For a time, he served as the Headsman of [[Mist Harbor]], though he eschewed the formal title. Briefly in the spring of 5119, Socius was "switched" with another version of himself from an alternate reality by the Meek, [[Nazhor]]. In addition to confusion about his circumstance and surroundings, the location of his facial scar appeared on the left instead of the right. He has shown a series of remarkable abilities, though he has intimated on several occasions that he was only able to do so through the provenance of his father. When his father passed, so too did many of Socius' displays of magical power, though he remains very formidable in his own right. Using those powers, he has been able to prevent the healing and resurrection of those whom he chooses to harm.

He is known for taking his duties as protector of the people very seriously. He is also known for his anger issues and lack of control, having flown into more than one murderous rage when provoked, or when those whom he is sworn to defend are threatened. Historically he has been at odds with [[The Flock]], working against them and their agents. In a violent display of aggression, he tore [[Nehor]] limb from limb but due to the public nature of the display as well as the fact that they were nominal allies against [[Nazhor]] at the time, he recused himself from his leadership position, leaving control to Headswoman [[Selbi]].

Socius was believed to have died on Lormesta 24, 5120 under mysterious circumstances. His body was supposedly laid to rest in Mist Harbor Cemetery. (Go to Lich #23177 and then GO PATH).
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| <strong>'''[Mist Harbor Cemetery, Obelisk]'''</strong>
|-
|<pre{{log2}}>
[Mist Harbor Cemetery, Obelisk]
This quiet corner of the small cemetery looks freshly-cleared, and backs up directly against a sheer cliff face. A small obelisk is placed in the center of the space, fashioned from wide bands of onyx and ivory, and engraved with a simple inscription. Directly in front of the obelisk is an onyx pedestal, and a small podium. You also see a freshly-laid pathway leading back towards the cemetery's entrance.

>l on pedestal
On the onyx pedestal you see a wrapped body.

>l body
Fresh cloth surrounds the entirety of this form, save for the face, which is rather plain-looking, save for a huge scar running the length of its right cheek and down across the front of its neck. The form is bald, and its eyes are closed in peaceful repose.

>l obelisk
Crafted from onyx and ivory, this obelisk looks newly-crafted. Each of the corners is sharp, and the swathes of alternating material are perfectly seamless.
There appears to be something written on it.
>read ob
In the Common language, it reads:

SOCIUS LEIFFEN
Devoted Protector
Savage Fighter
Loyal to the End
</pre>
|}

During the [[Wehnimer's Landing Mayoral Election 5120| 5120 mayoral race]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], a pale green-eyed man, with a scar on his face and wielding daggers began assassinating mayoral candidates and taking their bodyparts. The same suspect later appeared during the [[All That Remains]] storyline, being called The Fist. On Ivastaen 5, 5120, some adventurers dug up the grave, only to find it empty, and another defaced his tombstone. They concluded The Fist was in fact Socius. He was found by adventurers and relocated to [[Mist Harbor]], bereft of all memories since his supposed death. He had been sent on a mission to kill people to collect bodyparts for [[Vlashandra]] and Callid, the latter of which had been cohersed into creating beasts and vessels with the remains. Socius's memories are slow to return, but his thirst for vengeance remained intact: his first [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2267 order of business] upon his return to Mist Harbor was to execute the First Sergeant, who had extorted local residents to pay off gambling debts.

Some in Wehnimer's Landing still sought vengeance for the atrocious crimes committed against its people however, and justice befell Socius in Koaratos, 5120 through the [[Equilibrium]] storyline. On Koaratos 12, Socius was put on trial for the murders in Wehnimer's Landing and the trial was overseen by a magistrate from the frontier town. As a stipulation of his agreement to go to trial, Socius's punishment could not be death or extradition. Few spoke on the prosecution and many in the defense. Yet he was found guilty for his crimes despite a hard record of insanity, which the magistrate specifically noted. In punishment, the magistrate declared Socius exiled him from the Landing permanently, and bid him to pay recompense to the town at large for each person impacted as a result of his actions.

In Imaersta 5120, [[Ilsola Tuulikki]] convinced Socius to take a step back from the fighting and leave the protection of the town to the Defenders. He entrusted his narrow bladed eonake dagger to [[Greth Rottgut]] on the 24th. His fearsome weapon was put on display in [[Stumbling Pebble Bar II]] for safekeeping, much to Greth's consternation. According to the barkeep, Socius continues his mentorship with [[Zofiya]] in the meantime.

User:INSPADES

2024-03-31T00:25:20Z

INSPADES: adding more notes

Notes:

History of Leya:
Originally called "The Story of Leya"
In 2002, the story ended thusly:

Legends say that twas at this bluff, by the pool where they first met, that Leya began to build Egan's tomb. Torn by her grief and wracked by her sorrow, she completed the shrine, and threw Soulingen down on the altar, in horror at what she had done.

Kai waited for Leya's sorrow to abate, but he never got the chance. Taking up her "dagger", and dressing in simple traveling clothes, Leya headed out to walk the lands. Now, the rumor is that Leya got tired of walking one day, and she came upon a circle of shrouded modwir pines she rested.

And that is where, it seems, Leya remained until the end of her days.

(source: http://www.play.net gs3/info/tomes/deities/leya_history.asp)

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Human History:
Empress Verranna was wife to Levian Chandrennin. She took authority in 4565, until Krellove Chandrennin took it in 4600
(personal notes - unable to verify

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Mist Harbor - Banyan Tree:

* Maoral Hall, Dark Sanctuary = Eorgina
* The Offering = V'Tull
* Shadowed Clearing = Marlu
* Earthen Cave, Undertree = Mularos
* Monsoon Jungle, Stone Tree = Andelas
* The Center of Stillness = Ivas
* Temple of the Howling Veil = Luukos

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Obsidian Tower

2023-11-04T19:58:00Z

INSPADES:

[[File:Obsidian tower.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

== About ==

The Obsidian Tower is a player-run organization based around the [[Dhe'nar]] culture of [[dark elf|dark elves]]. As a member of the [[Cooperative Houses of Elanthia]], its members have contributed to the creation of lore for the Dhe'nar and [[Khanshael]] cultures, some of which has been adopted and officially made canon. The Obsidian Tower itself is located in the [[Upper Trollfang]] outside of [[Wehnimer's Landing]].

== Current Officers ==

Leadership within the Obsidian Tower takes on two forms. The primary Officers are referred to as the Obsidian Council, which consists of five Dhe'nar and one Khanshael advisor. The Highlord leads the Obsidian Council and the entire Tower. The other four Dhe'nar Council members each represent the four traditional castes: Temple, Warlock, Warrior, and Worker. The Armsmaster represents the Khanshael of the Tower.

In addition to the Obsidian Council, two additional support Officers may be represented from among the general membership.

{| {{prettytable}}
! Throne designation || Council Chair role || Officer
|-
| Obsidian Throne || Highlord || [[Avaia]]
|-
| Black Ora Throne || Emissary/High Priest || (empty)
|-
| Onyx Throne || Essence/High Warlock || [[Archious]]
|-
| Rolaren Throne || Warlord || [[Tabubu]]
|-
| Clear Glaes Throne || Balance || [[Talinvor]]
|-
| Invar Throne || Armsmaster || Kreigh
|-
|}

For more information on the distinction between these roles, see the [[/Charter#Article_III:_Leadership|Obsidian Tower Charter]].

== How to Join ==

The Obsidian Tower is dedicated to recruiting and retaining active, contributing members who have a vested interest in the Dhe’nar culture and its affiliated cultures through quality roleplay. To get involved, seek out one of the current Tower members, join in on its weekly hunts, or attend one of its public events.

For more information on membership requirements, see the [[/Charter|Obsidian Tower Charter]].

== Lore ==

* "[[Regarding_the_Way_(essay)|Regarding the Way, a Treatise]]" by [[Mnar]] Akurion
* "[[The_First_Manifesto_(essay)|The First Manifesto]]" by [[Talinvor]] (Tah'lon Vorrith)
* "[[The_Departure_(short_story)|The Departure]]" by Kree Morlain; a fictionalized account of Tahlad's departure, relating to this part of history
* "[[Understanding_the_Departure_of_the_Dhe'nar_(essay)|Understanding the Departure of the Dhe'nar]]" by [[Silvean]] Rashere; a Faendryl's biased perspective regarding this part of history
* "[[Fall_of_Sharath_(short_story)|Fall of Sharath]]" by Kree Morlain
* "[[Duk'sa_(short_story)|Duk'sa]]" by Starsnuffer Sunslayer; the Duk'sa, or Shadow Hunters, are part of the Warrior Caste
* "[[Warrior's_Tale_(short_story)|Warrior's Tale]] by Kree Morlain
* "[[Warrior_Song_(song)|Warrior Song]]" by Shiliara deSharath
* "[[A_Q'hala's_First_Year_(essay)|A Q'hala's First Year]]" by [[Tabubu]]
* "[[Creatures_of_Sharath_&_Eh'lah_(essay)|Creatures of Sharath and Eh'lah]]"
* "[[The_Stareater_(short_story)|The Stareater]]" by Starsnuffer Sunslayer

== Events ==

The Obsidian Tower periodically holds public events, workshops, or lectures, such as its celebration of the Dawn of the Way.

* [[The_Circle_of_The_Way_(log)|The Circle of the Way]] presented by Talinvor
* [[The_History_of_Torture_(log)|The History of Torture]] presented by Talinvor

==Interviews==
* [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/Obsidian_Tower]]

== Outside Links ==
* [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/Obsidian%20Tower/view Obsidian Tower folder on the Official forums]
* [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture & Lore] website archive, maintained by Serenwy

[[Category: CHE]]
[[Category: Dhe'nar]]

Obsidian Tower

2023-11-04T19:57:17Z

INSPADES:

[[File:Obsidian tower.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

== About ==

The Obsidian Tower is a player-run organization based around the [[Dhe'nar]] culture of [[dark elf|dark elves]]. As a member of the [[Cooperative Houses of Elanthia]], its members have contributed to the creation of lore for the Dhe'nar and [[Khanshael]] cultures, some of which has been adopted and officially made canon. The Obsidian Tower itself is located in the [[Upper Trollfang]] outside of [[Wehnimer's Landing]].

== Current Officers ==

Leadership within the Obsidian Tower takes on two forms. The primary Officers are referred to as the Obsidian Council, which consists of five Dhe'nar and one Khanshael advisor. The Highlord leads the Obsidian Council and the entire Tower. The other four Dhe'nar Council members each represent the four traditional castes: Temple, Warlock, Warrior, and Worker. The Armsmaster represents the Khanshael of the Tower.

In addition to the Obsidian Council, two additional support Officers may be represented from among the general membership.

{| {{prettytable}}
! Throne designation || Council Chair role || Officer
|-
| Obsidian Throne || Highlord || [[Avaia]]
|-
| Black Ora Throne || Emissary/High Priest || [[Zeminar]]
|-
| Onyx Throne || Essence/High Warlock || [[Archious]]
|-
| Rolaren Throne || Warlord || [[Tabubu]]
|-
| Clear Glaes Throne || Balance || [[Talinvor]]
|-
| Invar Throne || Armsmaster || Kreigh
|-
|}

For more information on the distinction between these roles, see the [[/Charter#Article_III:_Leadership|Obsidian Tower Charter]].

== How to Join ==

The Obsidian Tower is dedicated to recruiting and retaining active, contributing members who have a vested interest in the Dhe’nar culture and its affiliated cultures through quality roleplay. To get involved, seek out one of the current Tower members, join in on its weekly hunts, or attend one of its public events.

For more information on membership requirements, see the [[/Charter|Obsidian Tower Charter]].

== Lore ==

* "[[Regarding_the_Way_(essay)|Regarding the Way, a Treatise]]" by [[Mnar]] Akurion
* "[[The_First_Manifesto_(essay)|The First Manifesto]]" by [[Talinvor]] (Tah'lon Vorrith)
* "[[The_Departure_(short_story)|The Departure]]" by Kree Morlain; a fictionalized account of Tahlad's departure, relating to this part of history
* "[[Understanding_the_Departure_of_the_Dhe'nar_(essay)|Understanding the Departure of the Dhe'nar]]" by [[Silvean]] Rashere; a Faendryl's biased perspective regarding this part of history
* "[[Fall_of_Sharath_(short_story)|Fall of Sharath]]" by Kree Morlain
* "[[Duk'sa_(short_story)|Duk'sa]]" by Starsnuffer Sunslayer; the Duk'sa, or Shadow Hunters, are part of the Warrior Caste
* "[[Warrior's_Tale_(short_story)|Warrior's Tale]] by Kree Morlain
* "[[Warrior_Song_(song)|Warrior Song]]" by Shiliara deSharath
* "[[A_Q'hala's_First_Year_(essay)|A Q'hala's First Year]]" by [[Tabubu]]
* "[[Creatures_of_Sharath_&_Eh'lah_(essay)|Creatures of Sharath and Eh'lah]]"
* "[[The_Stareater_(short_story)|The Stareater]]" by Starsnuffer Sunslayer

== Events ==

The Obsidian Tower periodically holds public events, workshops, or lectures, such as its celebration of the Dawn of the Way.

* [[The_Circle_of_The_Way_(log)|The Circle of the Way]] presented by Talinvor
* [[The_History_of_Torture_(log)|The History of Torture]] presented by Talinvor

==Interviews==
* [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/Obsidian_Tower]]

== Outside Links ==
* [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/Obsidian%20Tower/view Obsidian Tower folder on the Official forums]
* [https://sites.google.com/site/dhenarculturelore/home Dhe'nar Culture & Lore] website archive, maintained by Serenwy

[[Category: CHE]]
[[Category: Dhe'nar]]

TownCrier/Faction Attraction

2023-11-04T19:17:10Z

INSPADES:

Faction Attraction is a series that highlights and showcases the different Player-Run Organizations throughout Elanthia. Town Crier News Correspondent Yardie seeks to educate himself and the masses with visits through the world's different groups, providing education and insight to himself and others. The series covers the history of these places, their roles throughout the world of Elanthia, and provide information on events and means to join should someone take interest in the group.

==Monthly Visits==

March 5123 - [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/Moonstone_Abbey|Moonstone Abbey]]<br>
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April 5123 - [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/The_Dae'Randir|The Dae'Randir]]<br>
<br>
May 5123 - [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/The Legions of B.A.C.O.N.|The Legions of B.A.C.O.N.]]<br>
<br>
June 5123 - [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/Kraken Collective|Kraken Collective]]<br>
<br>
July 5123 - [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/Order of Eternal Light|Order of Eternal Light]]<br>
<br>
August 5123 - [[TownCrier/Faction_Attraction/Obsidian Tower|Obsidian Tower]]<br>
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[[Category:TownCrier]]

TownCrier/Faction Attraction/Obsidian Tower

2023-11-04T19:10:34Z

INSPADES: Further edits, completed highlights, dropdowns and formatting.

[[Dark Elves]]. A race held in mystery and sometimes scrutiny throughout the world of [[Elanthia]]. It is a history rife with power, struggle, and questionable decisions made for what some believe to be the greater good. Aptly named for delving into what some would consider the darker arts, many have emerged from the barren [[Southron Wastes]] and many parts of the world. While the world remains apprehensive, there has been a warming to the unique cultures and practices.

Many are familiar with the [[Faendryl]], due to their history with the [[Elven Nations]] and the footprint established throughout the annals of history. But oft-forgotten are the Dark Elves from [[Sharath]] and [[Eh'lah]], the [[Dhe'nar]], whose lore remains shrouded in mystery and, as some would argue, obfuscated with rumors and urban legends. And so this Faction Attraction hopes to dispel some of the conjecture from the group occupying the dark tower near the [[Sentoph]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], directly from the source. This is '''The Obsidian Tower'''.

Before the TownCrier delves into the heart of the home of the Dhe'nar here in the north, I offer a note from [[Talinvor]] and hope to clarify some of the points made.

===A Note from Talinvor===

<pre{{log2}}>Gentle reader,

It has been too long to have left you waiting for this installment of the Town Crier interview with the Obsidian Tower. I apologize that I have taken over the interview, but it was - I promise, for good reason. As such, it has taken a different format compared to the others as responses were forwarded via correspondence.

But all is not quite so simple when it comes to Dhe’nar. As it is, as elves, we have no real sense of urgency for things that are...well, not very urgent. Plus, as it was - Yardie, who approached us for an interview, was not so keen to traverse our halls, and not all those that call the Tower home, were eager for inquiries.

It did behoove me to obtain the attention and opinions of the Obsidian Tower council, however. They are the de facto leadership of this small outpost in the north. They did, in turn, answer how they saw fit. Uniquely, their responses were appropriate for their castes (Warrior, Temple, Warlock) and reflect the subtle differences in view and objectives. My own responses reflect closer to the role of Lorekeeper among the Dhe'nar (which is a part of the Warlock Caste) as my answers tend to contain more explanation

The Councilroom of the Obsidian Tower holds the seats of power among the Castes. Two to the left and two to the right of the middle throne made of deep obsidian, which represents the Highlord - the current head of the Tower itself. For now, it is held by [[Avaia]]. The rolaren throne, which represents the Warrior Caste is currently held by [[Tabubu]], the Onyx throne, which represents the Warlock Caste is held by [[Archious]], the Black Ora throne which represents the Temple Caste (and is currently vacant), and finally the clear Glaes throne is held by a noble caste (currently Warlock) and represents the Worker Caste effectively, but also serves as a balance of power between the remaining noble caste representatives. This chair is held by me, [[Talinvor]]. It is here that I presided over the questions submitted.

To clarify our leadership, it is considered separate from what the [[Cooperative Houses of Elanthia]] considers to be leadership. Within, we hold separate status for CHE officers, meaning there can be non-dhe’nar within our structure as officers, with the exception of the Chair (which will always be the Highlord). They are however, to whom the CHE organization defers for decision making, but they are both loyal and acquiesce to the Dhe’nar council of the Tower if major decisions regarding the structure or membership are required. This is <u>designed to keep the integrity of the culture intact, and prevent it from losing sight of its intended purpose.</u>

~~Talinvor~~</pre>

===A Note from Yardie===

''To my fellow readers,''

''As a correspondent of the TownCrier and as the interviewer of the MHOs and CHEs of Elanthia, it is crucial to keep bias from swaying the thoughts and feelings of the reader. Yes, it is my task to interview, question, and offer my commentary on the unique natures of each house; however, never to the point where personal feelings might become a distraction. There are certain convictions I hold fast, and it would be most unfair for those convictions to influence my work negatively nor sway you, the reader, to the detriment of the Dhe'nar. Therefore, I chose not to enter the Obsidian Tower but instead hired an associate in my, ah, familiar practices to do so. This way, a fresh perspective on this unique culture graces the reader with not only the integrity of the TownCrier, but also the integrity of this group that has graciously answered this request for an interview.''

''I offer my sincerest thanks to Talinvor and those who partook in answering my questions for the Obsidian Tower. While the lack of in-person interaction (which is solely my fault) prevented a decent follow-up, my associate has done a substantial job. Otherwise, I will be down millions of silver for his work.''

''I also thank you, the reader, for your understanding and patience.''

===Questions===

'''From Talinvor:''' ''Onto the questions! Yardie presented me with a list, and I passed the page over to each of the present members of the council for a response. Below are the queries presented:''

<span style="color:#0000FF">1. For a person unfamiliar with the Obsidian Tower, can you please explain what it represents?</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| '''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| The Obsidian Tower represents more than mere words can express. To the Dhe’nar it is a way of life and the pursuit of preserving its culture while evolving and the achievement of Power. Those within the walls are a family committed to perfection in all its forms; be it of the mind, the body or one another. To bring the Family to new heights, to demand the most from its members and to ensure that strength and rigor is rewarded.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Archious (Warlock Caste)'''
|-
|The Tower represents a few things. First, it is an extension of Sharath's governance into a separate region. It's a way for far-flung Firstborn to access support and resources for whatever brought them here, and it is a way for Sharath to monitor the Dhe'nar and the local population. It's also a beacon of culture, something to anchor its people and a visible symbol of their presence.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper/Warlock Caste)'''
|-
|The Tower is a northern outpost that reflects the pattern of authority structure in Sharath by having representation for each of the castes. Firstborn settling into the northern frontier hoped to not only be able to have a physical icon for our people, but provide support and education for those that wished to embrace The Way.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia (Temple Caste)'''
|-
|The Obsidian Tower is a focal point for all of the Firstborn, or Dhe'nar as you know us, who have come to the Northlands.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">2. How did the Obsidian Tower come to be? Did you feel there was a need for the Dhe'nar to coalesce together and find their way?</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| Dhe’nar and Khanshael left Sharath as the world started to trespass upon its borders. Our brethren took time to learn the way of the lands and naturally found a use to make a permanent stand.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Archious (Warlock Caste)'''
|-
| This ties to number one. A Dhe'nar or two in a new place doesn't warrant any sort of investment but as numbers grow, it's necessary to establish the kind of centralized authority that is common to the Dhe'nar. As more came here, they naturally formed this association and once it grew large enough, it would naturally attract attention from Sharath itself.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)'''
|-
| The origin of the Obsidian Tower was due to three specific Dhe’nar. Kris’a’flach Shtar’sha Soci’dyim and Lo’mah Shtar’khadesh Sho’nae’dyim - better known as Warlock StarsnufferSunslayer and Priestess Starshadow Kinslayer. And the third, who preferred to simply be known as the Warrior, Kree Morlain. The three of them had been released from their caste duties and traveled north to settle freely in what was once an open frontier and not under any other political jurisdiction. They began to gather others like them, and those that believed in the dhe’nar creed - Khanshael, elves, half-elves, humans, etc. Each could find a place of value within the obsidian walls.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia (Temple Caste''')
|-
|The Tower was brought into being by the Founders Starsnuffer, Starshadow, and Kree who foresaw the need to gather together all of the Family in this part of the world.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">3. Could you explain to us what is the Way? Is it limited for the Dhe'nar? How is the Way taught and enforced in the Obsidian Tower?</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| I think Mnar answered this question the best. “The Way, most simply, is a code of conduct which all true Dhe’nar follow in the attempt to perfect themselves. It allows the skilled thinker to analyze all the choices presented to him and then discern the end results of each, permitting him to choose the path that will lead to his goals: literally the Way to follow to power. In a wider scope, the Way also dictates that for the Elven race to achieve its place once again with the Arkati, they must unite, rather than remain divided. The Way, then teaches coming to power by perfecting oneself as well as using this power to unify the Elven race. Do note, the exact meanings of the “Way” vary as much as individuals do. What is correct to one Dhe’nar might be incorrect to another; these differences are often readily visible across Caste boundaries.”
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Archious (Warlock Caste)'''
|-
| The Way is different for every person. It is that person's path to their perfect self, which must obviously be as unique as individuals are. The way is open to any who are willing to try to perfect themselves. One cannot teach another how to follow the Way, only guide them to find their own path, but each must walk it for themselves. There is no need to enforce the Way, each member of Dhe'nar society naturally settles into the role that suits them. The lowest can make themselves into something great through great effort and the highest can fall to the bottom rung of the ladder if no effort is made.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)'''
|-
| The Way is a path of moral behaviors, designed to bring us full circle to then help the next generation of our people. The goal is eventual ascension, as our ancestor Noi’sho’rah achieved. Though ideally it is a hope to reunify the elves and follow the steps of perfection - spiraling upward as we progress. It consists of the following steps: Family, Self Perfection, Opinion, Power - where the path often strays with the desire for personal power. Continuing then, is Honor, Unity and back to Family. Attempting to ascend as a whole people is, what may consider an impossible goal, and remains as a consideration why we have not yet done so. For myself, I believe with enough merit, we can ascend as an individual as Noi’sho’rah once did - with great merit and a lifetime of achievement for the betterment of our people.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia (Temple Caste)'''
|-
| I suggest you find a copy of the document [[Regarding the Way]], a Treatise by Mnar Akurion. Perhaps in the Wehnimers's Landing Library. That would be a good place to start. The Way is open to all Elvenkind who seek it with Purity of intention.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">4. For newcomers, what are the requirements to join the Obsidian Tower? How does this apply to non-Dhenar? Can you explain to us what the q'hale is?</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| There are no requirements. Everyone has a use. But we are a culture-oriented house for the Dhe’nar. If you like to join the Tower, you need to express interest with one of its members and it goes from there. It is not for the weak of heart, and often takes some time to achieve. There are Legions that are for those not of pure blood.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Archious (Warlock Caste)'''
|-
| How one joins the Tower is by willingly giving up all possessions and even one's identity in service to the Tower. For some this means becoming q'halae, for others, the Legion, for others, service to a specific Firstborn or caste. In giving up everything, one can begin to follow the Way and be built into something better.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)'''
|-
|There are different requirements depending on what your role would be. For Dhe’nar, it is the most difficult path. One must become q’halae and be treated as nothing. A Dhe’nar does not learn pride, until they have learned humility. And, they must learn to defeat a worthy opponent without reliance on any gear - for only through sheer survival are we worthy of our blood. Thirdly, they must learn the basics of Dhe’narsi. For Khanshael, they are accepted as our companions - respected for their clan. They have no particular requirements, beyond understanding the cultures associated with the Tower. For any non-Dhe’nar or non-Khanshael, there is the path of the Obsidian Legion. They are our protectors and serve as needed at the discretion of the Council. While they do not have any sort of ritual to perform as the Dhe’nar do, they still must be familiar with the cultures within the Tower and may have assignments of protection.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia (Temple Caste)'''
|-
| One must be able to hold vultite weaponry and donate a one-time 500,000 silver fee. For non-Dhe'nar the basics of initiation are the same. The q'halae are those who devote themselves to in-depth study of The Way under the tutelage of the various Castes.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">5. Are there any future events you will be running or previous events that we have missed this year?</span>''''''

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| Talinvor and Meliyara are to host Tower Tellings starting the last Tuesday of the month, starting in October.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)'''
|-
| We generally hold weekly House hunts every Niiman (Thursday) at 9pm Elven barring special events or circumstances. Often we will do bandit bounties out of Mist Harbor or Solhaven, and Kreigh hosts us on his ships for Open Sea Adventures typically out of Solhaven as well. I will start Tower Tellings again on the last Tilamaires (Tuesday) of every month, starting in Jastatos (October). Keep an eye on news, calendars and Town Crier announcements for new events.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">6. For anyone who wishes to join, who should they speak to?</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| Anyone from the Obsidian Tower.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor'''
|-
| Yes, anyone from the Obsidian Tower. If unable to reach us in person, a letter letting us know how and when to best reach out is an option as well. Postal mail is wonderfully convenient! Most generally will make general inquiries, or take note of our House Hunts and request to tag along for a bit. The most important thing is to make yourself known to a member well enough for them to believe you have a sincere interest and willingness to learn the culture. We are willing to put in a great deal of effort to those with interest, and it is expected that those interested do as well. We are far more than just a locker house, and hold the culture and investment into community to be our goal.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia'''
|-
| Any member of the Obsidian Tower can direct inquiries in the proper direction. You will know us by the Obsidian Rose Pin we wear.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">7. Are there any prominent or famous members of the Tower throughout the lands?</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| The founders of course and current occupants. Each can be given a short elaborate greatness description. Perhaps haikus even.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)'''
|-
| The original founders, Starsnuffer, Starshadow, and Kree of course. But there are many more such as Celtic, Lochraven, Igrak, Saltstone..I could go on. Many of these influential people were given their own rooms which we continue to maintain. The entire Tower section of our building is dedicated to those that came before us. Evarin and Debia were influential to me specifically as a q’hali and constructed the house museum that houses a collection of items with loresongs associated with both Dhe’nar and Khanshael cultures. In current times, most here in these regions have heard of me, so I fill that role now. Meliyara is also now demonstrating an impressive influence and has become very well known herself.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia (Temple Caste)'''
|-
| Fame is not something with which a follower of the Way concerns themselves. Those who know, know.
|}

<span style="color:#0000FF">8. If you have other questions you can think of or a final statement you wish to make, please share.</span>

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)'''
|-
| Walk in Power
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|'''Avaia (Temple Caste)'''
|-
| Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted.
|}

===Final Statement from Talinvor===
<pre{{log2}}> ''After I was able to acquire the council’s answers, I hired a swift runner to deliver the responses back to Yardie to fulfill the agreement. I hope dear reader, that you find the answers enlightening and know that we consider ourselves Family to any eager to find The Way.''</pre>

TownCrier/Faction Attraction/Obsidian Tower

2023-11-04T17:24:44Z

INSPADES:

''[[Dark Elves]]. A race held in mystery and sometimes scrutiny throughout the world of [[Elanthia]]. It is a history rife with power, struggle, and questionable decisions made for what some believe to be the greater good. Aptly named for delving into what some would consider the darker arts, many have emerged from the barren [[Southron Wastes]] and many parts of the world. While the world remains apprehensive, there has been a warming to the unique cultures and practices.

''Many are familiar with the [[Faendryl]], due to their history with the [[Elven Nations]] and the footprint established throughout the annals of history. But oft-forgotten are the Dark Elves from [[Sharath]] and [[Eh'lah]], the [[Dhe'nar]], whose lore remains shrouded in mystery and, as some would argue, obfuscated with rumors and urban legends. And so this Faction Attraction hopes to dispel some of the conjecture from the group occupying the dark tower near the [[Sentoph]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], directly from the source. This is '''The Obsidian Tower'''.''

Before the TownCrier delves into the heart of the home of the Dhe'nar here in the north, I offer a note from [[Talinvor]] and hope to clarify some of the points made.

===A Note from Talinvor===

''Gentle reader,''

''It has been too long to have left you waiting for this installment of the Town Crier interview with the Obsidian Tower. I apologize that I have taken over the interview, but it was - I promise, for good reason. As such, it has taken a different format compared to the others as responses were forwarded via correspondence.''

''But all is not quite so simple when it comes to Dhe’nar. As it is, as elves, we have no real sense of urgency for things that are...well, not very urgent. Plus, as it was - Yardie, who approached us for an interview, was not so keen to traverse our halls, and not all those that call the Tower home, were eager for inquiries.''

''It did behoove me to obtain the attention and opinions of the Obsidian Tower council, however. They are the de facto leadership of this small outpost in the north. They did, in turn, answer how they saw fit. Uniquely, their responses were appropriate for their castes and reflect the subtle differences in view and objectives.''

''The councilroom of the Obsidian Tower holds the seats of power among the Castes. Two to the left and two to the right of the middle throne made of deep obsidian, which represents the Highlord - the current head of the Tower itself. For now, it is held by [[Avaia]]. The rolaren throne, which represents the Warrior Caste is currently held by [[Tabubu]], the Onyx throne, which represents the Warlock Caste is held by [[Archious]], the Black Ora throne which represents the Temple Caste (and is currently vacant), and finally the clear Glaes throne which represents the Worker Caste effectively, but also serves as a balance of power between the noble castes. This chair is held by me, [[Talinvor]]. It is here that I presided over the questions presented.''

''To clarify our leadership, it is considered separate from what the [[Cooperative Houses of Elanthia]] considers to be leadership. Within, we hold separate status for CHE officers, meaning there can be non-dhe’nar within our structure of leadership as officers, with the exception of the Chair (which will always be the Highlord). They are however, to whom the CHE organization defers for decision making, but they are both loyal and acquiesce to the Dhe’nar council of the Tower if major decisions regarding the structure or membership are required. This is designed to keep the integrity of the culture intact, and prevent it from losing sight of its intended purpose.''

===A Note from Yardie===

''To my fellow readers,''

''As a correspondent of the TownCrier and as the interviewer of the MHOs and CHEs of Elanthia, it is crucial to keep bias from swaying the thoughts and feelings of the reader. Yes, it is my task to interview, question, and offer my commentary on the unique natures of each house; however, never to the point where personal feelings might become a distraction. There are certain convictions I hold fast, and it would be most unfair for those convictions to influence my work negatively nor sway you, the reader, to the detriment of the Dhe'nar. Therefore, I chose not to enter the Obsidian Tower but instead hired an associate in my, ah, familiar practices to do so. This way, a fresh perspective on this unique culture graces the reader with not only the integrity of the TownCrier, but also the integrity of this group that has graciously answered this request for an interview.''

''I offer my sincerest thanks to Talinvor and those who partook in answering my questions for the Obsidian Tower. While the lack of in-person interaction (which is solely my fault) prevented a decent follow-up, my associate has done a substantial job. Otherwise, I will be down millions of silver for his work.''

''I also thank you, the reader, for your understanding and patience.''

===Questions===

'''From Talinvor:''' ''Onto the questions! Yardie presented me with a list, and I passed the page over to each of the present members of the council for a response. Below are the queries presented:''

'''For a person unfamiliar with the Obsidian Tower, can you please explain what it represents?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': The Obsidian Tower represents more than mere words can express. To the Dhe’nar it is a way of life and the pursuit of preserving its culture while evolving and the achievement of Power. Those within the walls are a family committed to perfection in all its forms; be it of the mind, the body or one another. To bring the Family to new heights, to demand the most from its members and to ensure that strength and rigor is rewarded.

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''':The Tower represents a few things. First, it is an extension of Sharath's governance into a separate region. It's a way for far-flung Firstborn to access support and resources for whatever brought them here, and it is a way for Sharath to monitor the Dhe'nar and the local population. It's also a beacon of culture, something to anchor its people and a visible symbol of their presence.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': The Tower is a northern outpost that reflects the pattern of authority structure in Sharath by having representation for each of the castes. Firstborn settling into the northern frontier hoped to not only be able to have a physical icon for our people, but provide support and education for those that wished to embrace The Way.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/Current Highlord'''): The Obsidian Tower is a focal point for all of the Firstborn, or Dhe'nar as you know us, who have come to the Northlands.

'''How did the Obsidian Tower come to be? Did you feel there was a need for the Dhe'nar to coalesce together and find their way?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': Dhe’nar and Khanshael left Sharath as the world started to trespass upon its borders. Our brethren took time to learn the way of the lands and naturally found a use to make a permanent stand.

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''': This ties to number one. A Dhe'nar or two in a new place doesn't warrant any sort of investment but as numbers grow, it's necessary to establish the kind of centralized authority that is common to the Dhe'nar. As more came here, they naturally formed this association and once it grew large enough, it would naturally attract attention from Sharath itself.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': The origin of the Obsidian Tower was due to three specific Dhe’nar. Kris’a’flach Shtar’sha Soci’dyim and Lo’mah Shtar’khadesh Sho’nae’dyim - better known as Warlock StarsnufferSunslayer and Priestess Starshadow Kinslayer. And the third, who preferred to simply be known as the Warrior, Kree Morlain. The three of them had been released from their caste duties and traveled north to settle freely in what was once an open frontier and not under any other political jurisdiction. They began to gather others like them, and those that believed in the dhe’nar creed - Khanshael, elves, half-elves, humans, etc. Each could find a place of value within the obsidian walls.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/current Highlord'''): The Tower was brought into being by the Founders Starsnuffer, Starshadow, and Kree who foresaw the need to gather together all of the Family in this part of the world.

'''Could you explain to us what is the Way? Is it limited for the Dhe'nar? How is the Way taught and enforced in the Obsidian Tower?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': I think Mnar answered this question the best. “The Way, most simply, is a code of conduct which all true Dhe’nar follow in the attempt to perfect themselves. It allows the skilled thinker to analyze all the choices presented to him and then discern the end results of each, permitting him to choose the path that will lead to his goals: literally the Way to follow to power. In a wider scope, the Way also dictates that for the Elven race to achieve its place once again with the Arkati, they must unite, rather than remain divided. The Way, then teaches coming to power by perfecting oneself as well as using this power to unify the Elven race. Do note, the exact meanings of the “Way” vary as much as individuals do. What is correct to one Dhe’nar might be incorrect to another; these differences are often readily visible across Caste boundaries.”

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''': The Way is different for every person. It is that person's path to their perfect self, which must obviously be as unique as individuals are. The way is open to any who are willing to try to perfect themselves. One cannot teach another how to follow the Way, only guide them to find their own path, but each must walk it for themselves. There is no need to enforce the Way, each member of Dhe'nar society naturally settles into the role that suits them. The lowest can make themselves into something great through great effort and the highest can fall to the bottom rung of the ladder if no effort is made.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': The Way is a path of moral behaviors, designed to bring us full circle to then help the next generation of our people. The goal is eventual ascension, as our ancestor Noi’sho’rah achieved. Though ideally it is a hope to reunify the elves and follow the steps of perfection - spiraling upward as we progress. It consists of the following steps: Family, Self Perfection, Opinion, Power - where the path often strays with the desire for personal power. Continuing then, is Honor, Unity and back to Family. Attempting to ascend as a whole people is, what may consider an impossible goal, and remains as a consideration why we have not yet done so. For myself, I believe with enough merit, we can ascend as an individual as Noi’sho’rah once did - with great merit and a lifetime of achievement for the betterment of our people.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/Current Highlord)''': I suggest you find a copy of the document Regarding the Way, a Treatise by Mnar Akurion. Perhaps in the Wehnimers's Landing Library. That would be a good place to start. The Way is open to all Elvenkind who seek it with Purity of intention.

'''For newcomers, what are the requirements to join the Obsidian Tower? How does this apply to non-Dhenar? Can you explain to us what the q'hale is?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': There are no requirements. Everyone has a use. But we are a culture-oriented house for the Dhe’nar. If you like to join the Tower, you need to express interest with one of its members and it goes from there. It is not for the weak of heart, and often takes some time to achieve. There are Legions that are for those not of pure blood.

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''': How one joins the Tower is by willingly giving up all possessions and even one's identity in service to the Tower. For some this means becoming q'halae, for others, the Legion, for others, service to a specific Firstborn or caste. In giving up everything, one can begin to follow the Way and be built into something better.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': There are different requirements depending on what your role would be. For dhe’nar, it is the most difficult path. One must become q’halae and be treated as nothing. A dhe’nar does not learn pride, until they have learned humility. And, they must learn to defeat a worthy opponent without reliance on any gear - for only through sheer survival are we worthy of our blood. Thirdly, they must learn the basics of dhe’narsi. For Khanshael, they are accepted as our companions - respected for their clan. They have no particular requirements, beyond understanding the cultures associated with the Tower. For any non-dhe’nar or non-Khanshael, there is the path of the Obsidian Legion. They are our protectors and serve as needed at the discretion of the Council. While they do not have any sort of ritual to perform as the dhe’nar do, they still must be familiar with the cultures within the Tower and may have assignments of protection.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/Current Highlord)''': One must be able to hold vultite weaponry and donate a one-time 500,000 silver fee. For non-Dhe'nar the basics of initiation are the same. The q'hala'ae are those who devote themselves to in-depth study of The Way under the tutelage of the various Castes.

'''Are there any future events you will be running or previous events that we have missed this year?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': List the events that are being currently considered and have been put in plan for the months to come. (Tal and Meli to host Tower Tellings starting last Tues of the month, starting in October)

:'''Talinvor''': We generally hold weekly House hunts every Niiman (Thursday) at 9pm Elven. Often we will do bandit bounties out of Mist Harbor or Solhaven, and Kreigh hosts us on his ships for Open Sea Adventures typically out of Solhaven as well. I hope to start Tower Tellings again on the last Tilamaires (Tuesday) of every month, starting in Jastatos (October).

'''For anyone who wishes to join, who should they speak to?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': Anyone from the Obsidian Tower.

:'''Talinvor''': Anyone from the Obsidian Tower. If unable to reach us in person, a letter letting us know how and when to best reach out is an option as well. Most generally will take note of our House Hunts and request to tag along for a bit. The most important thing is to make yourself known to a member well enough for them to believe you have a sincere interest and willingness to learn the culture.

:'''Avaia''': Any member of the Obsidian Tower can direct inquiries in the proper direction. You will know us by the Obsidian Rose Pin we wear.

'''Are there any prominent or famous members of the Tower throughout the lands?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': The founders of course and current occupants. Each can be given a short elaborate greatness description. Perhaps hai’ku’s even.

:'''Talinvor''': The original founders, Starsnuffer, Starshadow, and Kree of course. But there are many more such as Celtic, Lochraven, Igrak, Saltstone..I could go on. Many of these influential people were given their own rooms which we continue to maintain. The entire Tower section of our building is dedicated to those that came before us. Evarin and Debia were influential to me as a q’hali and constructed the museum that houses a collection of items with loresongs associated with both dhe’nar and khanshael cultures. None of them still remain however. In current times, most here in these regions have heard of me, so I fill that role now. Meliyara is now demonstrating an impressive influence with a recent recognition and has become very well known herself.

:'''Avaia''': Fame is not something with which a follower of the Way concerns themselves. Those who know, know.

'''If you have other questions you can think of or a final statement you wish to make, please share'''.

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': Walk in Power

:'''Avaia''': Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted.

'''Note from Talinvor''': ''After I was able to acquire the council’s answers, I hired a swift runner to deliver the responses back to Yardie to fulfill the agreement. I hope dear reader, that you find the answers enlightening and know that we consider ourselves Family to any eager to find The Way.''

TownCrier/Faction Attraction/Obsidian Tower

2023-11-04T17:22:29Z

INSPADES: Brief edits for clarity, added links

''[[Dark Elves]]. A race held in mystery and sometimes scrutiny throughout the world of [[Elanthia]]. It is a history rife with power, struggle, and questionable decisions made for what some believe to be the greater good. Aptly named for delving into what some would consider the darker arts, many have emerged from the barren [[Southern Wastes]] and many parts of the world. While the world remains apprehensive, there has been a warming to the unique cultures and practices.

''Many are familiar with the [[Faendryl]], due to their history with the [[Elven Nations]] and the footprint established throughout the annals of history. But oft-forgotten are the Dark Elves from [[Sharath]] and [[Eh'lah]], the [[Dhe'nar]], whose lore remains shrouded in mystery and, as some would argue, obfuscated with rumors and urban legends. And so this Faction Attraction hopes to dispel some of the conjecture from the group occupying the dark tower near the [[Sentoph]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], directly from the source. This is '''The Obsidian Tower'''.''

Before the TownCrier delves into the heart of the home of the Dhe'nar here in the north, I offer a note from [[Talinvor]] and hope to clarify some of the points made.

===A Note from Talinvor===

''Gentle reader,''

''It has been too long to have left you waiting for this installment of the Town Crier interview with the Obsidian Tower. I apologize that I have taken over the interview, but it was - I promise, for good reason. As such, it has taken a different format compared to the others as responses were forwarded via correspondence.''

''But all is not quite so simple when it comes to Dhe’nar. As it is, as elves, we have no real sense of urgency for things that are...well, not very urgent. Plus, as it was - Yardie, who approached us for an interview, was not so keen to traverse our halls, and not all those that call the Tower home, were eager for inquiries.''

''It did behoove me to obtain the attention and opinions of the Obsidian Tower council, however. They are the de facto leadership of this small outpost in the north. They did, in turn, answer how they saw fit. Uniquely, their responses were appropriate for their castes and reflect the subtle differences in view and objectives.''

''The councilroom of the Obsidian Tower holds the seats of power among the Castes. Two to the left and two to the right of the middle throne made of deep obsidian, which represents the Highlord - the current head of the Tower itself. For now, it is held by [[Avaia]]. The rolaren throne, which represents the Warrior Caste is currently held by [[Tabubu]], the Onyx throne, which represents the Warlock Caste is held by [[Archious]], the Black Ora throne which represents the Temple Caste (and is currently vacant), and finally the clear Glaes throne which represents the Worker Caste effectively, but also serves as a balance of power between the noble castes. This chair is held by me, [[Talinvor]]. It is here that I presided over the questions presented.''

''To clarify our leadership, it is considered separate from what the [[Cooperative Houses of Elanthia]] considers to be leadership. Within, we hold separate status for CHE officers, meaning there can be non-dhe’nar within our structure of leadership as officers, with the exception of the Chair (which will always be the Highlord). They are however, to whom the CHE organization defers for decision making, but they are both loyal and acquiesce to the Dhe’nar council of the Tower if major decisions regarding the structure or membership are required. This is designed to keep the integrity of the culture intact, and prevent it from losing sight of its intended purpose.''

===A Note from Yardie===

''To my fellow readers,''

''As a correspondent of the TownCrier and as the interviewer of the MHOs and CHEs of Elanthia, it is crucial to keep bias from swaying the thoughts and feelings of the reader. Yes, it is my task to interview, question, and offer my commentary on the unique natures of each house; however, never to the point where personal feelings might become a distraction. There are certain convictions I hold fast, and it would be most unfair for those convictions to influence my work negatively nor sway you, the reader, to the detriment of the Dhe'nar. Therefore, I chose not to enter the Obsidian Tower but instead hired an associate in my, ah, familiar practices to do so. This way, a fresh perspective on this unique culture graces the reader with not only the integrity of the TownCrier, but also the integrity of this group that has graciously answered this request for an interview.''

''I offer my sincerest thanks to Talinvor and those who partook in answering my questions for the Obsidian Tower. While the lack of in-person interaction (which is solely my fault) prevented a decent follow-up, my associate has done a substantial job. Otherwise, I will be down millions of silver for his work.''

''I also thank you, the reader, for your understanding and patience.''

===Questions===

'''From Talinvor:''' ''Onto the questions! Yardie presented me with a list, and I passed the page over to each of the present members of the council for a response. Below are the queries presented:''

'''For a person unfamiliar with the Obsidian Tower, can you please explain what it represents?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': The Obsidian Tower represents more than mere words can express. To the Dhe’nar it is a way of life and the pursuit of preserving its culture while evolving and the achievement of Power. Those within the walls are a family committed to perfection in all its forms; be it of the mind, the body or one another. To bring the Family to new heights, to demand the most from its members and to ensure that strength and rigor is rewarded.

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''':The Tower represents a few things. First, it is an extension of Sharath's governance into a separate region. It's a way for far-flung Firstborn to access support and resources for whatever brought them here, and it is a way for Sharath to monitor the Dhe'nar and the local population. It's also a beacon of culture, something to anchor its people and a visible symbol of their presence.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': The Tower is a northern outpost that reflects the pattern of authority structure in Sharath by having representation for each of the castes. Firstborn settling into the northern frontier hoped to not only be able to have a physical icon for our people, but provide support and education for those that wished to embrace The Way.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/Current Highlord'''): The Obsidian Tower is a focal point for all of the Firstborn, or Dhe'nar as you know us, who have come to the Northlands.

'''How did the Obsidian Tower come to be? Did you feel there was a need for the Dhe'nar to coalesce together and find their way?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': Dhe’nar and Khanshael left Sharath as the world started to trespass upon its borders. Our brethren took time to learn the way of the lands and naturally found a use to make a permanent stand.

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''': This ties to number one. A Dhe'nar or two in a new place doesn't warrant any sort of investment but as numbers grow, it's necessary to establish the kind of centralized authority that is common to the Dhe'nar. As more came here, they naturally formed this association and once it grew large enough, it would naturally attract attention from Sharath itself.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': The origin of the Obsidian Tower was due to three specific Dhe’nar. Kris’a’flach Shtar’sha Soci’dyim and Lo’mah Shtar’khadesh Sho’nae’dyim - better known as Warlock StarsnufferSunslayer and Priestess Starshadow Kinslayer. And the third, who preferred to simply be known as the Warrior, Kree Morlain. The three of them had been released from their caste duties and traveled north to settle freely in what was once an open frontier and not under any other political jurisdiction. They began to gather others like them, and those that believed in the dhe’nar creed - Khanshael, elves, half-elves, humans, etc. Each could find a place of value within the obsidian walls.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/current Highlord'''): The Tower was brought into being by the Founders Starsnuffer, Starshadow, and Kree who foresaw the need to gather together all of the Family in this part of the world.

'''Could you explain to us what is the Way? Is it limited for the Dhe'nar? How is the Way taught and enforced in the Obsidian Tower?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': I think Mnar answered this question the best. “The Way, most simply, is a code of conduct which all true Dhe’nar follow in the attempt to perfect themselves. It allows the skilled thinker to analyze all the choices presented to him and then discern the end results of each, permitting him to choose the path that will lead to his goals: literally the Way to follow to power. In a wider scope, the Way also dictates that for the Elven race to achieve its place once again with the Arkati, they must unite, rather than remain divided. The Way, then teaches coming to power by perfecting oneself as well as using this power to unify the Elven race. Do note, the exact meanings of the “Way” vary as much as individuals do. What is correct to one Dhe’nar might be incorrect to another; these differences are often readily visible across Caste boundaries.”

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''': The Way is different for every person. It is that person's path to their perfect self, which must obviously be as unique as individuals are. The way is open to any who are willing to try to perfect themselves. One cannot teach another how to follow the Way, only guide them to find their own path, but each must walk it for themselves. There is no need to enforce the Way, each member of Dhe'nar society naturally settles into the role that suits them. The lowest can make themselves into something great through great effort and the highest can fall to the bottom rung of the ladder if no effort is made.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': The Way is a path of moral behaviors, designed to bring us full circle to then help the next generation of our people. The goal is eventual ascension, as our ancestor Noi’sho’rah achieved. Though ideally it is a hope to reunify the elves and follow the steps of perfection - spiraling upward as we progress. It consists of the following steps: Family, Self Perfection, Opinion, Power - where the path often strays with the desire for personal power. Continuing then, is Honor, Unity and back to Family. Attempting to ascend as a whole people is, what may consider an impossible goal, and remains as a consideration why we have not yet done so. For myself, I believe with enough merit, we can ascend as an individual as Noi’sho’rah once did - with great merit and a lifetime of achievement for the betterment of our people.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/Current Highlord)''': I suggest you find a copy of the document Regarding the Way, a Treatise by Mnar Akurion. Perhaps in the Wehnimers's Landing Library. That would be a good place to start. The Way is open to all Elvenkind who seek it with Purity of intention.

'''For newcomers, what are the requirements to join the Obsidian Tower? How does this apply to non-Dhenar? Can you explain to us what the q'hale is?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': There are no requirements. Everyone has a use. But we are a culture-oriented house for the Dhe’nar. If you like to join the Tower, you need to express interest with one of its members and it goes from there. It is not for the weak of heart, and often takes some time to achieve. There are Legions that are for those not of pure blood.

:'''Archious (Warlock Caste)''': How one joins the Tower is by willingly giving up all possessions and even one's identity in service to the Tower. For some this means becoming q'halae, for others, the Legion, for others, service to a specific Firstborn or caste. In giving up everything, one can begin to follow the Way and be built into something better.

:'''Talinvor (Lorekeeper)''': There are different requirements depending on what your role would be. For dhe’nar, it is the most difficult path. One must become q’halae and be treated as nothing. A dhe’nar does not learn pride, until they have learned humility. And, they must learn to defeat a worthy opponent without reliance on any gear - for only through sheer survival are we worthy of our blood. Thirdly, they must learn the basics of dhe’narsi. For Khanshael, they are accepted as our companions - respected for their clan. They have no particular requirements, beyond understanding the cultures associated with the Tower. For any non-dhe’nar or non-Khanshael, there is the path of the Obsidian Legion. They are our protectors and serve as needed at the discretion of the Council. While they do not have any sort of ritual to perform as the dhe’nar do, they still must be familiar with the cultures within the Tower and may have assignments of protection.

:'''Avaia (Temple Caste/Current Highlord)''': One must be able to hold vultite weaponry and donate a one-time 500,000 silver fee. For non-Dhe'nar the basics of initiation are the same. The q'hala'ae are those who devote themselves to in-depth study of The Way under the tutelage of the various Castes.

'''Are there any future events you will be running or previous events that we have missed this year?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': List the events that are being currently considered and have been put in plan for the months to come. (Tal and Meli to host Tower Tellings starting last Tues of the month, starting in October)

:'''Talinvor''': We generally hold weekly House hunts every Niiman (Thursday) at 9pm Elven. Often we will do bandit bounties out of Mist Harbor or Solhaven, and Kreigh hosts us on his ships for Open Sea Adventures typically out of Solhaven as well. I hope to start Tower Tellings again on the last Tilamaires (Tuesday) of every month, starting in Jastatos (October).

'''For anyone who wishes to join, who should they speak to?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': Anyone from the Obsidian Tower.

:'''Talinvor''': Anyone from the Obsidian Tower. If unable to reach us in person, a letter letting us know how and when to best reach out is an option as well. Most generally will take note of our House Hunts and request to tag along for a bit. The most important thing is to make yourself known to a member well enough for them to believe you have a sincere interest and willingness to learn the culture.

:'''Avaia''': Any member of the Obsidian Tower can direct inquiries in the proper direction. You will know us by the Obsidian Rose Pin we wear.

'''Are there any prominent or famous members of the Tower throughout the lands?'''

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': The founders of course and current occupants. Each can be given a short elaborate greatness description. Perhaps hai’ku’s even.

:'''Talinvor''': The original founders, Starsnuffer, Starshadow, and Kree of course. But there are many more such as Celtic, Lochraven, Igrak, Saltstone..I could go on. Many of these influential people were given their own rooms which we continue to maintain. The entire Tower section of our building is dedicated to those that came before us. Evarin and Debia were influential to me as a q’hali and constructed the museum that houses a collection of items with loresongs associated with both dhe’nar and khanshael cultures. None of them still remain however. In current times, most here in these regions have heard of me, so I fill that role now. Meliyara is now demonstrating an impressive influence with a recent recognition and has become very well known herself.

:'''Avaia''': Fame is not something with which a follower of the Way concerns themselves. Those who know, know.

'''If you have other questions you can think of or a final statement you wish to make, please share'''.

:'''Tabubu (Warrior Caste)''': Walk in Power

:'''Avaia''': Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted.

'''Note from Talinvor''': ''After I was able to acquire the council’s answers, I hired a swift runner to deliver the responses back to Yardie to fulfill the agreement. I hope dear reader, that you find the answers enlightening and know that we consider ourselves Family to any eager to find The Way.''

Category:Hyacinth

2023-09-24T17:30:44Z

INSPADES: Added character vignette, added NPC to cast of characters

==Summary==
Fire started behaving oddly on [[Mist Harbor]] in January, including burning much hotter and faster than it should. In the wake of this, the [[Stumbling Pebble Bar II]] bore a brief investigation, its own fireplace victim of the unpredictable flames and bearing an odd symbol. Individuals wearing red and orange cloaks were reported to have trespassed in [[Iyo]] territory, and adventurers learned about the existence of a cult, the Hyssch (translated from Iyo to "Eternal Flame"), which was attempting to acquire what the Iyo were protecting. Since then, a massive fireball devastated an Iyo village within the jungle. [[Uhlen]], a crafter and trader among the Iyo, and [[Kiyonna]], a researcher who has grown to be accepted among the Iyo, have shared some insights into the nature of the Hyssch, its Circles, and those targeting the Iyo.

==Cast of Characters==
<div style="column-count:3;-moz-column-count:3;-webkit-column-count:3">
* [[Greth]] - proprietor of the [[Stumbling Pebble Bar II]]
* [[Kiyonna]] - a researcher living among the [[Iyo]]
* [[Uhlen]] - a crafter and trader of the [[Iyo]]
* [[Zofiya]] - Administrator of [[Mist Harbor]]
* [[Malthros]] - Constable of [[Mist Harbor]]
</div>

==Official Vignettes==
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Flame Dance (vignette)|Hyacinth Vignette #1: Flame Dance]]
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Unauthorized Gathering (vignette)|Hyacinth Vignette #2: An Unauthorized Gathering]]
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Opposing Views (vignette)|Hyacinth Vignette #3: Opposing Views]]
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Respite (vignette)|Hyacinth Vignette #4: Respite]]
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/The Storm (vignette)|Hyacinth Vignette #5: The Storm]]

==Character Vignettes==
* [[Arianiss (prime)/What's an elf to do|What's an elf to do...]] by [[Arianiss (prime) | Arianiss]] (a response to the official Flame Dance vignette)
* [[Talinvor (prime)/Where There is Smoke|Where There is Smoke...]] by [[Talinvor (prime) | Talinvor]] (a response to the official Flame Dance vignette)
* [[Ordim (prime)/Now is not the time|Now is not the time]] by [[Ordim (prime) | An Ordim]] (a response to the official Flame Dance Vignette)
* [[Janele (prime)/Watcher in the Jungle|Watcher in the Jungle]] by Janele (a response to the official Flame Dance Vignette)
* [[Jaysehn_(prime)/Reflections/Dust|Dust]] by Jaysehn (a response to the official Flame Dance Vignette)
* [[Opalina (prime)/Fire Study|Fire Study]] by [[Opalina (prime)|Opalina]] (a response to the official Flame Dance Vignette)
* [[Ordim (prime)/speculation|The Speculation Shall Becom...]] by [[Ordim (prime) | An Ordim]] (after events of 3/19/23)
* [[Talinvor (prime)/The Constable, Malthros|The Constable, Malthros]] by [[Talinvor (prime) | Talinvor]] (After Socius' capture of Andos, the dockhand)

==Logs==
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/2023-09-11 (log)|Hyacinth Log: 9-11-2023]]

==In-Depth Summaries==
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Summary 3-12-23 (summary)|Hyacinth Summary #1: 3-12-2023]]
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Summary 3-19-23 (summary)|Hyacinth Summary #2: 3-19-2023]]
* [[Hyacinth (storyline)/Summary 4-9-23 (summary)|Hyacinth Summary #3: 4-9-2023]]

[[Category:Storylines]]
[[Category:Isle of the Four Winds storylines]]
[[Category:2023 storylines]]

Talinvor (prime)/The Constable, Malthros

2023-09-24T17:23:18Z

INSPADES: Corrected name spelling to Andos

(OOC note: This vignette has been reviewed and has the approval of GM Quilic. This takes place prior to the events of 9/24/23)

The Butcher seemed assured that this portly dockhand was key to more information about the Iyo’s feared Circle. Curiously, he hadn't been tortured to death already - which concludes two things: That Socius’ threats and physical harm have not loosened his tongue AND something this man did, aroused Socius’ suspicion.

It seemed best to approach this as anti-Socius, which then meant anti-Zofiya, anti-militia and everyone else that found themselves allied with the dead-hearted creature that fancies itself the island's protector. The other method was even simpler; using his bardic magic to set a suggestion in his mind that it was in his best interest to answer truthfully to all the questions posed to him. He'd done it before, quite successfully in fact. It might even linger for others to take advantage in a few days. Restday, perhaps - when most of the town can gather for such things.

Now all he had to do was convince Mal to let him speak to the prisoner before everyone else...

----

Malthros, the Mist Harbor Constable was already seated at the massive desk in the west tower lockup when Talinvor arrived. A swift nod from the Dhe’nar came first, then a quiet huff and nod from the burly giantman followed. A quick glance to the south revealed the Harbor’s ‘playroom’ - a torture chamber that housed all sorts of interrogation tools that the bard was all too familiar with. A smirk curled his lips, wondering if it had been used since Ilsola’s days as the administrator. Given Zofiya’s temperament like her master...he shrugged and let the thread of that thought go.

Turning back to the constable, who was watching him cooly, the bard laced his fingers together and asked in a smooth tone, “Do you have a moment, Constable? I have a proposition that would be beneficial to all.”

The constable quirked an eyebrow in that otherwise stoic face, his scars slightly skewing across his cheeks. It was an “I’m listening” expression, if the bard ever saw one.

“I am sure you are no doubt familiar with what I can do, constable," the bard explained. "I’ve been helpful for the situation with Pashtal. Despite some not liking the process, it was indeed successful in several instances.” The Dhe’nar noted that Mal had not yet interrupted him, so he continued. “That said, the prisoner here has already been in Socius’ hands AND the interrogators among the Iyo have not been able to get anything out of him.”

Mal shifted his weight, and slid his elbows to the desk, propping his chin up on the knuckles of his fists. His green eyes narrowed, but he remained silent and the bard knew for certain that he was giving his full attention now.

“I can suggest to the prisoner that it is in his best interest to answer questions truthfully, even if the truth has been somehow suppressed. No one needs to know, of course. Andos will be as agreeable as a warm stone in winter.” The Dhe’nar waited now, to see what Mal might have to say before reveealing too much. The offer was on the table and now it was in Mal’s hands if he wanted to take him up on it.

Eyeing Talinvor neutrally, Mal spoke in a quiet monotone. "You are known to me, Dhe'nar." Talinvor drew on years of discipline not to react to the fluent Dhe’narsi phrases, though Mal seemed disinterested as he continued. "I have accepted a contract to watch over this Isle in its entirety, and no honeyed words may sway me from that commitment."

“A contract?” the bard asked, continuing the conversation in his own native tongue. “From Greth, I saw. What can a bartender offer that can be more tempting than what I can acquire or offer? I can make you rich, Mal.”

Mal sat quietly for a long moment, regarding Talinvor with a completely neutral expression. The constable's hands - fingers still intertwined, moved to rest on the desk before him., "Only a new contract may supersede an existing one, and you have naught to offer that I would consider reasonable coin” he answered in a respectful and patient tone.

“And Greth can offer you a higher price than I can afford? That seems odd for a bartender’s take.” Talinvor’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying the constable’s body language for some hint or flinch on the sudden suspicion. “Either that, or you owe him for something,” the Dhe’nar reasoned.

Ignoring Talinvor’s comment, Mal continued to explain without so much as a twitch in his voice. "The first time I contract with an individual, or entity, my fee begins at 100 million silver. Every subsequent request or contract adds two zeroes. But again, Lorekeeper” he replied to clarify, “there is nothing that you have available to offer that I would accept."

Talinvor took three slow breaths, as his head cocked to consider Mal’s words. After a pause, he answered. “You are purposely expressing how much I cannot afford your contract. I do not believe you to be willing to allow it, even if I were to hand over such a sum or even the entire Circle to you. So this tells me that you have a personal sense of loyalty. To Greth? Or to Socius. If it is a contract such as that, perhaps it is the Leiffen instead that pays you so highly. I’ve seen how money appears to be no object or holds no value for him.” Crossing his arms over his chest the bard observed, “I asked for access to Andos. I never asked for the details of your personal contract, Constable.”

Mal leaned slightly forward, but his expression remained placid and his tone even.

"You and yours are a danger to this town. You may fool others, but I know your nature, Ku'utare of the Obsidian Tower,” Mal answered firmly. “It would violate my current contract, and that is something I will not do."

Talinvor tapped an index finger to his lips as he considered the situation. Malthros had made it clear that he was completely un-bribable and Talinvor felt actually impressed by this man. Here was someone that was assured of purpose beyond doubt, and who just insisted that no one else would ever likely pay his price to even save him from it. Plus he knew Dhe’narsi fluently. That part was surprising. He wondered what other cards that the constable might reveal.

Mal interrupted the bard’s train of thought. "I offer no violence towards you and yours, so long as your games do not rise to a level that would force me to act. I warn you this once, respectfully: See that that does not come to pass, Lorekeeper. It would sadden me to act against you, but that fact would not stay me for even half a heartbeat."

Malthros stood, ending the conversation and bowed his head in respect toward Talinvor, which gave the bard further pause at the familiar gesture. Inclining his head in return, he left the west lockup tower. Now, Instead of contemplating the fate of the prisoner - the Dhe’nar’s curiosity was piqued about the story of Mist Harbor’s newest constable.

Talinvor (prime)/The Constable, Malthros

2023-09-24T15:52:08Z

INSPADES:

(OOC note: This vignette has been reviewed and has the approval of GM Quilic. This takes place prior to the events of 9/24/23)

The Butcher seemed assured that this portly dockhand was key to more information about the Iyo’s feared Circle. Curiously, he hadn't been tortured to death already - which concludes two things: That Socius’ threats and physical harm have not loosened his tongue AND something this man did, aroused Socius’ suspicion.

It seemed best to approach this as anti-Socius, which then meant anti-Zofiya, anti-militia and everyone else that found themselves allied with the dead-hearted creature that fancies itself the island's protector. The other method was even simpler; using his bardic magic to set a suggestion in his mind that it was in his best interest to answer truthfully to all the questions posed to him. He'd done it before, quite successfully in fact. It might even linger for others to take advantage in a few days. Restday, perhaps - when most of the town can gather for such things.

Now all he had to do was convince Mal to let him speak to the prisoner before everyone else...

----

Malthros, the Mist Harbor Constable was already seated at the massive desk in the west tower lockup when Talinvor arrived. A swift nod from the Dhe’nar came first, then a quiet huff and nod from the burly giantman followed. A quick glance to the south revealed the Harbor’s ‘playroom’ - a torture chamber that housed all sorts of interrogation tools that the bard was all too familiar with. A smirk curled his lips, wondering if it had been used since Ilsola’s days as the administrator. Given Zofiya’s temperament like her master...he shrugged and let the thread of that thought go.

Turning back to the constable, who was watching him cooly, the bard laced his fingers together and asked in a smooth tone, “Do you have a moment, Constable? I have a proposition that would be beneficial to all.”

The constable quirked an eyebrow in that otherwise stoic face, his scars slightly skewing across his cheeks. It was an “I’m listening” expression, if the bard ever saw one.

“I am sure you are no doubt familiar with what I can do, constable," the bard explained. "I’ve been helpful for the situation with Pashtal. Despite some not liking the process, it was indeed successful in several instances.” The Dhe’nar noted that Mal had not yet interrupted him, so he continued. “That said, the prisoner here has already been in Socius’ hands AND the interrogators among the Iyo have not been able to get anything out of him.”

Mal shifted his weight, and slid his elbows to the desk, propping his chin up on the knuckles of his fists. His green eyes narrowed, but he remained silent and the bard knew for certain that he was giving his full attention now.

“I can suggest to the prisoner that it is in his best interest to answer questions truthfully, even if the truth has been somehow suppressed. No one needs to know, of course. Andos will be as agreeable as a warm stone in winter.” The Dhe’nar waited now, to see what Mal might have to say before reveealing too much. The offer was on the table and now it was in Mal’s hands if he wanted to take him up on it.

Eyeing Talinvor neutrally, Mal spoke in a quiet monotone. "You are known to me, Dhe'nar." Talinvor drew on years of discipline not to react to the fluent Dhe’narsi phrases, though Mal seemed disinterested as he continued. "I have accepted a contract to watch over this Isle in its entirety, and no honeyed words may sway me from that commitment."

“A contract?” the bard asked, continuing the conversation in his own native tongue. “From Greth, I saw. What can a bartender offer that can be more tempting than what I can acquire or offer? I can make you rich, Mal.”

Mal sat quietly for a long moment, regarding Talinvor with a completely neutral expression. The constable's hands - fingers still intertwined, moved to rest on the desk before him., "Only a new contract may supersede an existing one, and you have naught to offer that I would consider reasonable coin” he answered in a respectful and patient tone.

“And Greth can offer you a higher price than I can afford? That seems odd for a bartender’s take.” Talinvor’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying the constable’s body language for some hint or flinch on the sudden suspicion. “Either that, or you owe him for something,” the Dhe’nar reasoned.

Ignoring Talinvor’s comment, Mal continued to explain without so much as a twitch in his voice. "The first time I contract with an individual, or entity, my fee begins at 100 million silver. Every subsequent request or contract adds two zeroes. But again, Lorekeeper” he replied to clarify, “there is nothing that you have available to offer that I would accept."

Talinvor took three slow breaths, as his head cocked to consider Mal’s words. After a pause, he answered. “You are purposely expressing how much I cannot afford your contract. I do not believe you to be willing to allow it, even if I were to hand over such a sum or even the entire Circle to you. So this tells me that you have a personal sense of loyalty. To Greth? Or to Socius. If it is a contract such as that, perhaps it is the Leiffen instead that pays you so highly. I’ve seen how money appears to be no object or holds no value for him.” Crossing his arms over his chest the bard observed, “I asked for access to Andros. I never asked for the details of your personal contract, Constable.”

Mal leaned slightly forward, but his expression remained placid and his tone even.

"You and yours are a danger to this town. You may fool others, but I know your nature, Ku'utare of the Obsidian Tower,” Mal answered firmly. “It would violate my current contract, and that is something I will not do."

Talinvor tapped an index finger to his lips as he considered the situation. Malthros had made it clear that he was completely un-bribable and Talinvor felt actually impressed by this man. Here was someone that was assured of purpose beyond doubt, and who just insisted that no one else would ever likely pay his price to even save him from it. Plus he knew Dhe’narsi fluently. That part was surprising. He wondered what other cards that the constable might reveal.

Mal interrupted the bard’s train of thought. "I offer no violence towards you and yours, so long as your games do not rise to a level that would force me to act. I warn you this once, respectfully: See that that does not come to pass, Lorekeeper. It would sadden me to act against you, but that fact would not stay me for even half a heartbeat."

Malthros stood, ending the conversation and bowed his head in respect toward Talinvor, which gave the bard further pause at the familiar gesture. Inclining his head in return, he left the west lockup tower. Now, Instead of contemplating the fate of the prisoner - the Dhe’nar’s curiosity was piqued about the story of Mist Harbor’s newest constable.

Talinvor (prime)/The Constable, Malthros

2023-09-24T15:19:31Z

INSPADES: Added new vignette for Hyacinth storyline

(OOC note: This vignette has been reviewed and has the approval of GM Quilic.)

The Butcher seemed assured that this portly dockhand was key to more information about the Iyo’s feared Circle. Curiously, he hadn't been tortured to death already - which concludes two things: That Socius’ threats and physical harm have not loosened his tongue AND something this man did, aroused Socius’ suspicion.

It seemed best to approach this as anti-Socius, which then meant anti-Zofiya, anti-militia and everyone else that found themselves allied with the dead-hearted creature that fancies itself the island's protector. The other method was even simpler; using his bardic magic to set a suggestion in his mind that it was in his best interest to answer truthfully to all the questions posed to him. He'd done it before, quite successfully in fact. It might even linger for others to take advantage in a few days. Restday, perhaps - when most of the town can gather for such things.

Now all he had to do was convince Mal to let him speak to the prisoner before everyone else...

----

Malthros, the Mist Harbor Constable was already seated at the massive desk in the west tower lockup when Talinvor arrived. A swift nod from the Dhe’nar came first, then a quiet huff and nod from the burly giantman followed. A quick glance to the south revealed the Harbor’s ‘playroom’ - a torture chamber that housed all sorts of interrogation tools that the bard was all too familiar with. A smirk curled his lips, wondering if it had been used since Ilsola’s days as the administrator. Given Zofiya’s temperament like her master...he shrugged and let the thread of that thought go.

Turning back to the constable, who was watching him cooly, the bard laced his fingers together and asked in a smooth tone, “Do you have a moment, Constable? I have a proposition that would be beneficial to all.”

The constable quirked an eyebrow in that otherwise stoic face, his scars slightly skewing across his cheeks. It was an “I’m listening” expression, if the bard ever saw one.

“I am sure you are no doubt familiar with what I can do, constable," the bard explained. "I’ve been helpful for the situation with Pashtal. Despite some not liking the process, it was indeed successful in several instances.” The Dhe’nar noted that Mal had not yet interrupted him, so he continued. “That said, the prisoner here has already been in Socius’ hands AND the interrogators among the Iyo have not been able to get anything out of him.”

Mal shifted his weight, and slid his elbows to the desk, propping his chin up on the knuckles of his fists. His green eyes narrowed, but he remained silent and the bard knew for certain that he was giving his full attention now.

“I can suggest to the prisoner that it is in his best interest to answer questions truthfully, even if the truth has been somehow suppressed. No one needs to know, of course. Andos will be as agreeable as a warm stone in winter.” The Dhe’nar waited now, to see what Mal might have to say before reveealing too much. The offer was on the table and now it was in Mal’s hands if he wanted to take him up on it.

Eyeing Talinvor neutrally, Mal spoke in a quiet monotone. "You are known to me, Dhe'nar." Talinvor drew on years of discipline not to react to the fluent Dhe’narsi phrases, though Mal seemed disinterested as he continued. "I have accepted a contract to watch over this Isle in its entirety, and no honeyed words may sway me from that commitment."

“A contract?” the bard asked, continuing the conversation in his own native tongue. “From Greth, I saw. What can a bartender offer that can be more tempting than what I can acquire or offer? I can make you rich, Mal.”

Mal sat quietly for a long moment, regarding Talinvor with a completely neutral expression. The constable's hands - fingers still intertwined, moved to rest on the desk before him., "Only a new contract may supersede an existing one, and you have naught to offer that I would consider reasonable coin” he answered in a respectful and patient tone.

“And Greth can offer you a higher price than I can afford? That seems odd for a bartender’s take.” Talinvor’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying the constable’s body language for some hint or flinch on the sudden suspicion. “Either that, or you owe him for something,” the Dhe’nar reasoned.

Ignoring Talinvor’s comment, Mal continued to explain without so much as a twitch in his voice. "The first time I contract with an individual, or entity, my fee begins at 100 million silver. Every subsequent request or contract adds two zeroes. But again, Lorekeeper” he replied to clarify, “there is nothing that you have available to offer that I would accept."

Talinvor took three slow breaths, as his head cocked to consider Mal’s words. After a pause, he answered. “You are purposely expressing how much I cannot afford your contract. I do not believe you to be willing to allow it, even if I were to hand over such a sum or even the entire Circle to you. So this tells me that you have a personal sense of loyalty. To Greth? Or to Socius. If it is a contract such as that, perhaps it is the Leiffen instead that pays you so highly. I’ve seen how money appears to be no object or holds no value for him.” Crossing his arms over his chest the bard observed, “I asked for access to Andros. I never asked for the details of your personal contract, Constable.”

Mal leaned slightly forward, but his expression remained placid and his tone even.

"You and yours are a danger to this town. You may fool others, but I know your nature, Ku'utare of the Obsidian Tower,” Mal answered firmly. “It would violate my current contract, and that is something I will not do."

Talinvor tapped an index finger to his lips as he considered the situation. Malthros had made it clear that he was completely un-bribable and Talinvor felt actually impressed by this man. Here was someone that was assured of purpose beyond doubt, and who just insisted that no one else would ever likely pay his price to even save him from it. Plus he knew Dhe’narsi fluently. That part was surprising. He wondered what other cards that the constable might reveal.

Mal interrupted the bard’s train of thought. "I offer no violence towards you and yours, so long as your games do not rise to a level that would force me to act. I warn you this once, respectfully: See that that does not come to pass, Lorekeeper. It would sadden me to act against you, but that fact would not stay me for even half a heartbeat."

Malthros stood, ending the conversation and bowed his head in respect toward Talinvor, which gave the bard further pause at the familiar gesture. Inclining his head in return, he left the west lockup tower. Now, Instead of contemplating the fate of the prisoner - the Dhe’nar’s curiosity was piqued about the story of Mist Harbor’s newest constable.

Talinvor (prime)

2023-09-24T14:35:26Z

INSPADES: added new vignette link

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|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Of note, the bard has found himself a niche in the goings-on in [[Mist Harbor]], having initially found common ground with an organization called [[The Flock]]. His reputation denied him acceptance among the Defenders at the time, and because he knew from reputation the man called [[Nehor]] and the troublesome (yet entertaining) halfling, [[Ordim]] - he was accepted easily amongst the group. Punished by the betrayer [[Selbi]] who was part of the joint council of The Flock, she anchored Talinvor along with several other members by magic to protect the island. After unsuccessfully attempting to remove the crystal which bound him, a strange woman found him and Ordim to remove them and thus lifted the curse (and the obligated protection) for Mist Harbor. While Talinvor seeks out who is behind it, he has elevated his own influence among the denizens. His methods have been criticized, as he admits that he is no martyr and often helps if he can gain something in return. Recently, he was instrumental in leading events that led to the downfall of a Sheruvian threat, yet many will still refuse to acknowledge it.

As for Talinvor's artistry is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
[[Image: Talinvor_3D_by_Stormyrain.JPG|500px|left|Lord Talinvor, by Stormyrain https://www.deviantart.com/suchjadedbeauty/art/Grand-Lord-Talinvor-the-Loremaster-936643420]]

'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Interviews'''
*[[Elanthian_Vogue:_Winter_5121_(Part_II)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* [[Ode To A Slave (poetry)]]

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
|}

== '''Vignettes''' ==

''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
|}

===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
|}
===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
|}

'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
|}

=== Mist Harbor: Hyacinth (Storyline) 2023===

[[/Where There is Smoke|Where There is Smoke]] 1/19/2023 <br>

[[/The Constable, Malthros|The Constable, Malthros]] 9/24/2023

== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
:<br>
You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]
[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

[

Talinvor (prime)

2023-01-20T01:17:33Z

INSPADES:

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|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Of note, the bard has found himself a niche in the goings-on in [[Mist Harbor]], having initially found common ground with an organization called [[The Flock]]. His reputation denied him acceptance among the Defenders at the time, and because he knew from reputation the man called [[Nehor]] and the troublesome (yet entertaining) halfling, [[Ordim]] - he was accepted easily amongst the group. Punished by the betrayer [[Selbi]] who was part of the joint council of The Flock, she anchored Talinvor along with several other members by magic to protect the island. After unsuccessfully attempting to remove the crystal which bound him, a strange woman found him and Ordim to remove them and thus lifted the curse (and the obligated protection) for Mist Harbor. While Talinvor seeks out who is behind it, he has elevated his own influence among the denizens. His methods have been criticized, as he admits that he is no martyr and often helps if he can gain something in return. Recently, he was instrumental in leading events that led to the downfall of a Sheruvian threat, yet many will still refuse to acknowledge it.

As for Talinvor's artistry is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
[[Image: Talinvor_3D_by_Stormyrain.JPG|500px|left|Lord Talinvor, by Stormyrain https://www.deviantart.com/suchjadedbeauty/art/Grand-Lord-Talinvor-the-Loremaster-936643420]]

'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Interviews'''
*[[Elanthian_Vogue:_Winter_5121_(Part_II)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* [[Ode To A Slave (poetry)]]

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
|}

== '''Vignettes''' ==

''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|-
|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
|}

===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
|}
===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
|}

'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2257 official forums by INSPADES] on 0/21/2020 at 10:40 PM CST.''
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2510 official forums by INSPADES] on 03/25/2021 at 07:49 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2743 official forums by INSPADES] on 05/10/2022 at 07:36 PM EST.''
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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=== Mist Harbor: Hyacinth (Storyline) 2023===

[[Hyacinth (Storyline)/Where There is Smoke|Where There is Smoke]] 1/19/2023

== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
:<br>
You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]
[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

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Category:Hyacinth

2023-01-20T01:02:15Z

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===Official Vignettes===
* [[Hyacinth_(Storyline)/Flame Dance|Hyacinth Vignette #1: Flame Dance]]

=== Player Vignettes ===
* [[Hyacinth (Storyline)/What's an elf to do|What's an elf to do...]] by [[Arianiss (prime) | Arianiss]] (a response to the official Flame Dance vignette)
* [[Hyacinth (Storyline)/Where There is Smoke|Where There is Smoke...]] by [[Talinvor (prime) | Talinvor]] (a response to the official Flame Dance vignette)
[[Category:Storylines]]
[[Category:2023 Storylines]]

Talinvor (prime)/Where There is Smoke

2023-01-20T00:59:43Z

INSPADES: Created page with " (OOC note: This vignette has been reviewed and has the approval of GM Quilic) == In the afternoon == Talinvor arrived at ''The Stumbling Penguin''... no, it was still the '..."

(OOC note: This vignette has been reviewed and has the approval of GM Quilic)

== In the afternoon ==

Talinvor arrived at ''The Stumbling Penguin''... no, it was still the ''Stumbling'' - what was it now? Regardless, he was hoping for some sort of update or news on the island, and Greth was typically the first person through which gossip flowed.

Greth eyed the dhe’nar dubiously. The bard did have a tendency to enable (The) Ordim, and was probably somewhat to blame for the busted door and the infamous new nickname to his bar. “Gonna have to ask you to order something,” the barkeep growled as he mopped the bar with his dirty rag. Wrinkling his nose, Talinvor scoffed but relented. Pointing at something on the menu, he didn’t even bother to look before Greth plunked the drink in front of him.

Cringing inwardly, he glanced down the bar and noticed that a nearby patron had just finished his liquor. Sliding his drink down the wet bar, it clinked to a stop against their empty glass and was met with a surprised glance and a wide grin as the man lifted it and toasted to Talinvor’s health.

Shrugging nonchalantly, he pulled a fresh glass from his case and poured himself some bloodwine he procured from Luna’s Rest. Glancing at the bar, he spied a nearby paper and folded it up to try and keep his glass dry despite that it immediately started soaking up water. The gesture gained him an irritated look from Greth. "Read that an' respond, or keep yer hands off it. Ye may not care 'bout town business, but others do."

Giving an exasperated sigh, Talinvor pulled the paper from under his glass and flicked it open, spattering droplets of dirty water back onto the floor. Holding it by the corner, he lifted it up to peer at it, the ink somewhat smudged from the water it soaked up but still mostly legible.

“Fires that are hotter and burn faster, hm?” he chuckled. “It seems an excellent opportunity to offer our young administrator *my* help. The answer is obvious.”

Dropping the paper onto the bar, it plopped like a gob of wet paper would. “First we will answer her question,” he stated, grabbing a fresh flier and rolling it up into a tube. Then knowing that Greth would overhear as he slipped out of the bar, he continued “But I should point out that she’s asking the wrong question.”

== By dusk ==

The sound of metal striking metal echoed from a short distance from the forge. As he entered, the prickle of sweat immediately touched his brow as the wave of heat expanded out from the hot coals where Roggtar was stoking the fire with poker and bellows.

“Kris Har’esh,” the khanshael recited as if by habit rather than by any sort of friendliness. “Kinda busy.”

Talinvor made his way toward the forge and noting with slight irritation that the dwarf wasn’t turning around to acknowledge him further, he took the opportunity to discreetly wipe his forehead with his sleeve.

“Not this time, you’ll be happy to note,” he replied to Roggtar in an even tone. “I came here to simply watch for a bit and think how to respond to Zofiya’s request for help.”

Pushing the bellows, the hiss of air was followed immediately by a flash of flames and the searing orange glow throughout the coals. “You’re never without reason, bard. Why are you really here? Not to help me or her, I’ll wager.”

Fanning himself with Zofiya’s flier, Talinvor smirked. “Seeking inspiration,” he replied, his eyes watching the dwarf work his magic over metal. He began to hum and the air swirled around and picked up dust and debris from the floor and created little eddies. Then, suddenly he altered the melody which combined the tiny zephyrs into a gust of air that he aimed directly into the forge’s flames. The flames flashed white and a sweltering wave of heat roiled from the furnace.

“Feth you, Tal!”, Roggtar cursed as he backpedaled from the burst of flame. His gloved hands patted his beard to make sure none of it singed off. Then he rubbed his thick eyebrows. Exhaling a sigh of relief he pivoted to finally face the bard and then back to the still billowing flames. “Knock it off, I can’t work if you’re going to mess around,” his hand edged toward his hammer and with a low grumble of incomprehensible words of dwarven, he picked up a piece of...something and hurled it in annoyance at the dhe’nar.

Ducking the poor throw, he changed an octave and recontrolled the air around him and drew the air back from the flames as he clenched his fist dramatically. The fire all but disappeared, leaving just smoke and smoldering coals.

“Are you done now?” Roggtar asked with full on exasperation at Talinvor’s theatrics, as though this wasn’t nearly the first time that the dhe’nar had interrupted him. Hands on hips, his brows knitted together until they were almost touching and the angry purse of his lips made his mouth disappear altogether beneath his thick beard. It was almost comical, but the dhe’nar stifled his mirth at the sight.

“Eii, for now,” he replied simply and then handed over a flask to Roggtar. Eyeing it dubiously, the dwarf uncorked it and took a whiff. Eyes watering, he grinned. “Ah the good stuff!” Clapping Talinvor on the arm, Roggtar took a swallow of the fire whiskey, then exhaled heavily as if he were literally breathing fire of his own.

“Sha’haisa, Tameshai,” Talinvor added distantly and nodded respectfully as he stepped back toward the doorway. “Yea yea,” the dwarf responded as he smoothed his beard and took another swig, hardly noticing the dhe’nar’s exit.

== That evening ==

A small folded piece of paper, shaped like some odd bird swept in through an open window of Zofiya’s office and landed expertly on her desk. Distantly, the sound of a familiar flute flowed ethereally with the wind.

Black Iron Chalice

2022-11-23T19:01:14Z

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The Black Iron Chalice (sometimes referred to simply as The Chalice) is an MHO based in the town of Solhaven. The Chalice was created in Eorgaen of 5116 and is run by sole proprietor, [[Talinvor]].

==Mission==

The Chalice is an elite social and entertainment dinner theater featuring themed fare and artistic performances at venues located around Elanith. Some of the more popular events have been elemental themed, such as Flights of Fancy, Ocean's Tide, and Fire Fantasy. Additional events have included a paired wine and chocolate tasting, a Dwarven Beer fest, and a Festival of Lights.

==Performances==

*'''Flights of Fancy''' is an aerial silk and hoop performance based on the element of air.
*'''Ocean's Tide''' is a water ballet and travellogue about a sinister depth of the Western Sea called Aberdeen.
*'''Fire Fantasy''' is a hypnotic performance involving fire dancing, poi, and fire breathing.

Keep tuned for a new performance coming based on the earth element.

*Note - After a great many setbacks, the Chalice is scheduled to return December 2022. We are looking for new membership!

==Artists==

*Talinvor: Sole Proprietor, Organizer and Planner, Playwright, Songwriter, Narrator
*Berkana: Aerial Silks
*Sweetsin: Scribe and Cigar Girl
*Roggtar: Performer, Stagehand
*Zahura: Catering, Dancing
*Landrai: Dancing, Costuming, Catering

==Former Artists and Contributers==

*Lunaryna - Officer
*Veratria - Main Dancer [All Styles], Choreography

==External Links==

*[https://twitter.com/Vorrith Talinvor's Twitter]

[[Category: Meeting Hall Organizations]]

The Story of Anagri (log)

2022-11-23T18:39:54Z

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{{creative-work | title = The Story of Anagri | type = log | author = Lady Rayyne Gold | author-displayed = [[Rayyne (prime)]]}}

{{TOCright}}
This log is the story related to the area below the Temple in Wehnimer's Landing. Presented by Lady Rayyne Gold, it is an adaption of the tale originally told by Lord Bane and Morgann Stormcrowe. The format has been edited for wiki.

==The Story of Anagri==

''Rayyne says,'' "Good evening, all! It's good to see you here."

''Rayyne says,'' "How often have you come across a marker in the lands - a statue, a burned out building, the skeleton of a child - and thought to yourself, "What happened here?"

''Rayyne says,'' "The story I tell tonight is of one such landmark in the lands. One not oft noticed, but found far beneath Wehnimer's - there for ages, its story known to us for about a century."

''Rayyne says,'' "Below the peaceful altar, the bridal room, and sparse monks' rooms of the Temple in Wehnimer's, there is a maze of catacombs, a subterranean cemetery with recesses for tombs."

''Rayyne says,'' "A narrow landing lit by cracks in the stonework is hidden beneath the Temple and worn steps lead to an ancient crypt below, a small octagonal chamber."

''Rayyne says,'' "Large, black oil lamps hang in the center of each wall, freshly filled and burning brightly. "

''Rayyne says,'' "From time to time, the lamps sway on their chains and the flames flicker, although there is no movement of air in the oppressively closed chamber."

''Rayyne says,'' "Unearthly cries and loud wails of shades are made louder by the close stillness. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Shades bear the outline of man and look solid, but faint images of the background can be seen through them. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Secreted in this room of unearthly discontent is a monument, a cenotaph."

''Rayyne says,'' "The cenotaph bears an inscription in an ancient Elven dialect."

''Rayyne recites,''

<div style="text-align: left;"> "This tomb was built to house my long-lost body </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Now my soul alone must dwell within. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Leave me in peace to lament my fate </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Do not disturb the grave of Anangri, the bodiless one." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "This is The Tale of Anangri, Sonya, and Dandis. Thanks to Lord Bane, who recounted the Tale, Lady Aries who fought to bring together the shades of Anangri and Sonya, and Morgann Stormcrowe, bard, whose work I use tonight to tell you of this event."

''Rayyne says,'' "Long ago there lived a man by the name of Lord Anangri, eldest son of the Noble Elven House of Ta'Adrenai, a great warrior who lived with his beautiful lady love, and wife, Sonya."

''Rayyne says,'' "They were soul mates who had found each other early in life, and shared the kind of love that dreams and ballads are made of."

''Rayyne says,'' "But, as is often the case, fate turned her smile away from this couple, and this is their tale."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "Fate seldom smiles, but when she does </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Count your blessings on the wings of doves </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> For like a rose that inspires the heart </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> It lasts only a short season then falls apart." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Long ago there lived a man by the name of Lord Anangri, eldest son of the Noble Elven House of Ta'Adrenai, a great warrior who lived with his beautiful lady love, and wife, Sonya."

''Rayyne says,'' "A war came to the lands, an invasion to threaten not only the town but the whole realm. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Hordes of vile beasts poured forth to battle the brave folk of the land, and Anangri, being the brave leader that he was and a man of honor, left Sonya's side to defend the land and their home. "

''Rayyne says,'' "As the war dragged on Anangri led his men bravely and because of his valor and strength the tide of many a battle was turned."

''Rayyne says,'' "In one of the last and greatest battles of this war, amidst the swirl of melee, Anangri became separated from the other troops. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Bravely he fought, and the troops tried vainly to reach him, but there were too many of the beasts and the men saw him fall amidst the horde as they were pushed back by the vast numbers that confronted them."

''Rayyne says,'' "A young Lord Dandis, Anangri's brother, fought valiantly to get to Anangri and finally had to be dragged away by the remaining troops to keep him from the same fate as his brother."

''Rayyne says,'' "When the battle was over they searched for... but did not find the body of Lord Anangri."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "In times of trouble, all must be brave </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> In times of war, just try to save </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> In times of need, you must do your part </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> But always remember to follow your heart." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "It was brave Dandis that carried the sad news of Anangri's fate to Sonya. "

''Rayyne says,'' "As you can well imagine, Sonya did not take the news well, in fact she was devastated by the loss of her love."

''Rayyne says,'' "Aye, tis sad."

''Rayyne says,'' "During the following days she began to waste away, as she would not eat unless fed, and her will to live seemed to have disappeared with her husband."

''Rayyne says,'' "Throughout this Dandis stayed by her side, taking care of and comforting her in her time of mourning. He supported her and gave her a shoulder to cry on. And in time he did help her to come out of her depression. "

''Rayyne says,'' "As she got better Dandis asked her to consent to be his wife and to bear with him a child of her own. Though reluctant she did agree."

''Rayyne says,'' "She was the light of Dandis' life, and he loved her with all his heart! But Sonya still carried her love for Anangri within. "

''Rayyne says,'' "She did care for Dandis, but could never love him as she did his brother. "

''Rayyne says,'' "The two were married and for a time they were content and at peace."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "True love shines like the sun in the sky </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Compassion never asks why </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> It's the finer man who speaks the truth </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Even when only he sees it's proof." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Almost a year after their marriage Sonya found herself with child. She would give Dandis that which she had not had the chance to give Anangri. "

''Rayyne says,'' "A man appeared at the gates, in tattered scraps of clothing barely more than rags, beaten and bruised. None the less the guards did recognize the disheveled man. "

''Rayyne says,'' "I bet you all know who."

''Rayyne says,'' "Lord Anangri had returned from the dead and come back to his home and his wife. "

''Rayyne says,'' "He had not died in the war, but had been taken captive, and all this while he had been tortured, beaten, and worked nigh unto death, but where other men would have fallen he lived ...to return to the love of his life."

''Rayyne says,'' "Anangri's return was immediately announced to house Ta'Adrenai, and Sonya. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Not knowing how to take this news, being pregnant with his brother's child, she wept tears of joy for his return even still. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Shock, Denial, Love, and Desperation, all were warring within her breast, for she realized that she had given up on her true love and married his brother. "

''Rayyne says,'' "In her current state of shock she did commit a most desperate act, she drank a lethal poison. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Her death was quick, and in an instant both she and her child became just a memory with her life's passing."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "In life's darkest hour, when grief overwhelms </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> When shadows cover all of the realms </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Sometimes the pain is too great to bear </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> It is then that you know that fate does not care."</div>

''Rayyne says,'' "When the news of Sonya's death reached Anangri it did what torture could not, it broke his spirit. "

''Rayyne says,'' "With his heart broken and his will crushed, he wandered back out the gates of town, never to be seen again."

''Rayyne says,'' "Witnesses said he dropped something as he turned to go, his wedding band."

''Rayyne says,'' Rayyne says, "You know, I can hear the wail of the shades."

Rayyne shivers.

''Rayyne says,'' "Dandis, in his own grief, did blame himself for the whole thing, for Sonya's death and Anangri's grief. He could not forgive himself. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Dandis did follow his brother's fate this time, and wandered out the gate, never to be heard from again. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Clutched to his breast as he walked away were two things - bands of gold for two lives lost."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "When love dies it takes part of your soul </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> And never again will you feel whole </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> But far worse it is to never have known </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> The heights to which you might have flown." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Many trainings ago, a very young Aries was hunting the shades in the Crypt under the Temple in the very same room where we can find the Cenotaph to Anangri. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Amidst the unearthly wails and loud moans of the shades, she saw the spectral figure of Sonya crying out for her long lost love.

''Rayyne recites,''

<div style="text-align: left;"> "Anangri!" she whispered softly </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> "Anangri!" she spoke louder. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> And the small room echoed with her sobs </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> And the pitiful wailing of the shades. </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Now, the figure of Anangri had been reported, showing up soon after Sonya's specter faded, but always too late to see her..."

''Rayyne says,'' "... two long departed lovers desperately trying to reach across time and space, to touch the one they continued to hold dear in their hearts."

''Rayyne says,'' "Time and again they appeared, but to no avail, missing each other by moments that might as well have been an eternity. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Their cries were enough to break all but the hardest of hearts, and their tears were joined by those of the few who had witnessed their arrival. "

''Rayyne says,'' "This continued for many days, touching the hearts of many in the lands, and their pain did draw the compassionate forward to lend a hand."

''Rayyne says,'' "But it was not until the stranger came to town that all became clear."

''Rayyne says,'' "The stranger came to the crypt, and did wait with many whose hearts were touched, and when the figures showed up he did speak with them, and they to him."

''Rayyne says,'' "And then he did bring forth the two gold bands to unite them once again."

''Rayyne says,'' "Lord Dandis had come from his restless wandering to put an end to their suffering, an end to the grief that he had played a part in causing.

''Rayyne says,'' "And Dandis brought the wedding bands of Anangri and Sonya to them and they renewed their vows of love to each other."

''Rayyne says,'' "Reunited at last the lovers did rest once again in each others embrace. "

''Rayyne says,'' "The brothers Anangri and Dandis spoke and all was forgiven. "

''Rayyne says,'' "And all who were present for the reuniting of the two lovers were awed and their hearts were touched. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Now Dandis, feeling a weight lifted, found his own peace and let his soul follow his body to death."

''Rayyne says,'' "Just before leaving, Lord Dandis turned to Aries and said,"

''Rayyne recites,''

<div style="text-align: left;"> My advice to you is this: </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Always follow your heart. </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "...and then he gave her a box. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Accompanied by a peaceful hush, the gathered townsfolk left the crypt filled with a new sense of purpose.

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "In life there is beauty, and a chance for love still </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> In death there is peace, once life is fulfilled </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> But a love that lingers, far beyond death </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Is a treasure to be cherished, even with your last breath." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "For a time afterward, the shades that haunt the crypt were silent, their own sad wailing forgotten by what they had witnessed."

''Rayyne says,'' "Ahh, the box. I have it here somewhere." Rayyne removes a small engraved box depicting a sun rising over an ice-covered mountain from inside her cloak of Illistim. "This is the box which Lord Dandis gave to Aries.” Rayyne taps a small engraved box depicting a sun rising over an ice-covered mountain.

Rayyne just opened a small engraved box depicting a sun rising over an ice-covered mountain. Rayyne removes a small wedding band of purest gold from inside her engraved box. Rayyne indicates her small band with a smile. Rayyne put a small wedding band of purest gold inside her engraved box.

''Rayyne says,''"Aries now bears a treasure of both grief and joy, the wedding rings of Dandis and Sonya. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Their joy was short, and their grief was long, but now through great sacrifice they are at rest. "

''Rayyne says,'' "And that, my friends, is the story of Anangri, Sonya, and Dandis. "

''Rayyne says,'' "The shades have returned to the Crypt."

''Rayyne says,'' "..and the cenotaph to Anangri can be seen to this day."

==Location==

[Catacombs, Temple Crypt]

A small, octagonal chamber surrounds you. To the northeast an uneven, well worn stair leads upward into darkness, and a huge, arched door of thick iron blocks further passage to the southwest. Large, black oil lamps hang in the center of each wall, and on either side of the door are two beautifully decorated urns. Tombs of priests from ages long past line the walls wherever space allowed. You also see a black sequined wall hanging and a black marble cenotaph.
Obvious exits: up

==Resources==

http://www.angelfire.com/journal2/maelkyth/History/Anangris.htm

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This log is the story related to the area below the Temple in Wehnimer's Landing. Presented by Lady Rayyne Gold, it is an adaption of the tale originally told by Lord Bane and Morgann Stormcrowe. The format has been edited for wiki.

==The Story of Anagris==

''Rayyne says,'' "Good evening, all! It's good to see you here."

''Rayyne says,'' "How often have you come across a marker in the lands - a statue, a burned out building, the skeleton of a child - and thought to yourself, "What happened here?"

''Rayyne says,'' "The story I tell tonight is of one such landmark in the lands. One not oft noticed, but found far beneath Wehnimer's - there for ages, its story known to us for about a century."

''Rayyne says,'' "Below the peaceful altar, the bridal room, and sparse monks' rooms of the Temple in Wehnimer's, there is a maze of catacombs, a subterranean cemetery with recesses for tombs."

''Rayyne says,'' "A narrow landing lit by cracks in the stonework is hidden beneath the Temple and worn steps lead to an ancient crypt below, a small octagonal chamber."

''Rayyne says,'' "Large, black oil lamps hang in the center of each wall, freshly filled and burning brightly. "

''Rayyne says,'' "From time to time, the lamps sway on their chains and the flames flicker, although there is no movement of air in the oppressively closed chamber."

''Rayyne says,'' "Unearthly cries and loud wails of shades are made louder by the close stillness. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Shades bear the outline of man and look solid, but faint images of the background can be seen through them. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Secreted in this room of unearthly discontent is a monument, a cenotaph."

''Rayyne says,'' "The cenotaph bears an inscription in an ancient Elven dialect."

''Rayyne recites,''

<div style="text-align: left;"> "This tomb was built to house my long-lost body </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Now my soul alone must dwell within. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Leave me in peace to lament my fate </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Do not disturb the grave of Anangri, the bodiless one." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "This is The Tale of Anangri, Sonya, and Dandis. Thanks to Lord Bane, who recounted the Tale, Lady Aries who fought to bring together the shades of Anangri and Sonya, and Morgann Stormcrowe, bard, whose work I use tonight to tell you of this event."

''Rayyne says,'' "Long ago there lived a man by the name of Lord Anangri, eldest son of the Noble Elven House of Ta'Adrenai, a great warrior who lived with his beautiful lady love, and wife, Sonya."

''Rayyne says,'' "They were soul mates who had found each other early in life, and shared the kind of love that dreams and ballads are made of."

''Rayyne says,'' "But, as is often the case, fate turned her smile away from this couple, and this is their tale."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "Fate seldom smiles, but when she does </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Count your blessings on the wings of doves </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> For like a rose that inspires the heart </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> It lasts only a short season then falls apart." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Long ago there lived a man by the name of Lord Anangri, eldest son of the Noble Elven House of Ta'Adrenai, a great warrior who lived with his beautiful lady love, and wife, Sonya."

''Rayyne says,'' "A war came to the lands, an invasion to threaten not only the town but the whole realm. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Hordes of vile beasts poured forth to battle the brave folk of the land, and Anangri, being the brave leader that he was and a man of honor, left Sonya's side to defend the land and their home. "

''Rayyne says,'' "As the war dragged on Anangri led his men bravely and because of his valor and strength the tide of many a battle was turned."

''Rayyne says,'' "In one of the last and greatest battles of this war, amidst the swirl of melee, Anangri became separated from the other troops. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Bravely he fought, and the troops tried vainly to reach him, but there were too many of the beasts and the men saw him fall amidst the horde as they were pushed back by the vast numbers that confronted them."

''Rayyne says,'' "A young Lord Dandis, Anangri's brother, fought valiantly to get to Anangri and finally had to be dragged away by the remaining troops to keep him from the same fate as his brother."

''Rayyne says,'' "When the battle was over they searched for... but did not find the body of Lord Anangri."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "In times of trouble, all must be brave </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> In times of war, just try to save </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> In times of need, you must do your part </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> But always remember to follow your heart." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "It was brave Dandis that carried the sad news of Anangri's fate to Sonya. "

''Rayyne says,'' "As you can well imagine, Sonya did not take the news well, in fact she was devastated by the loss of her love."

''Rayyne says,'' "Aye, tis sad."

''Rayyne says,'' "During the following days she began to waste away, as she would not eat unless fed, and her will to live seemed to have disappeared with her husband."

''Rayyne says,'' "Throughout this Dandis stayed by her side, taking care of and comforting her in her time of mourning. He supported her and gave her a shoulder to cry on. And in time he did help her to come out of her depression. "

''Rayyne says,'' "As she got better Dandis asked her to consent to be his wife and to bear with him a child of her own. Though reluctant she did agree."

''Rayyne says,'' "She was the light of Dandis' life, and he loved her with all his heart! But Sonya still carried her love for Anangri within. "

''Rayyne says,'' "She did care for Dandis, but could never love him as she did his brother. "

''Rayyne says,'' "The two were married and for a time they were content and at peace."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "True love shines like the sun in the sky </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Compassion never asks why </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> It's the finer man who speaks the truth </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Even when only he sees it's proof." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Almost a year after their marriage Sonya found herself with child. She would give Dandis that which she had not had the chance to give Anangri. "

''Rayyne says,'' "A man appeared at the gates, in tattered scraps of clothing barely more than rags, beaten and bruised. None the less the guards did recognize the disheveled man. "

''Rayyne says,'' "I bet you all know who."

''Rayyne says,'' "Lord Anangri had returned from the dead and come back to his home and his wife. "

''Rayyne says,'' "He had not died in the war, but had been taken captive, and all this while he had been tortured, beaten, and worked nigh unto death, but where other men would have fallen he lived ...to return to the love of his life."

''Rayyne says,'' "Anangri's return was immediately announced to house Ta'Adrenai, and Sonya. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Not knowing how to take this news, being pregnant with his brother's child, she wept tears of joy for his return even still. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Shock, Denial, Love, and Desperation, all were warring within her breast, for she realized that she had given up on her true love and married his brother. "

''Rayyne says,'' "In her current state of shock she did commit a most desperate act, she drank a lethal poison. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Her death was quick, and in an instant both she and her child became just a memory with her life's passing."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "In life's darkest hour, when grief overwhelms </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> When shadows cover all of the realms </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Sometimes the pain is too great to bear </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> It is then that you know that fate does not care."</div>

''Rayyne says,'' "When the news of Sonya's death reached Anangri it did what torture could not, it broke his spirit. "

''Rayyne says,'' "With his heart broken and his will crushed, he wandered back out the gates of town, never to be seen again."

''Rayyne says,'' "Witnesses said he dropped something as he turned to go, his wedding band."

''Rayyne says,'' Rayyne says, "You know, I can hear the wail of the shades."

Rayyne shivers.

''Rayyne says,'' "Dandis, in his own grief, did blame himself for the whole thing, for Sonya's death and Anangri's grief. He could not forgive himself. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Dandis did follow his brother's fate this time, and wandered out the gate, never to be heard from again. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Clutched to his breast as he walked away were two things - bands of gold for two lives lost."

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "When love dies it takes part of your soul </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> And never again will you feel whole </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> But far worse it is to never have known </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> The heights to which you might have flown." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Many trainings ago, a very young Aries was hunting the shades in the Crypt under the Temple in the very same room where we can find the Cenotaph to Anangri. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Amidst the unearthly wails and loud moans of the shades, she saw the spectral figure of Sonya crying out for her long lost love.

''Rayyne recites,''

<div style="text-align: left;"> "Anangri!" she whispered softly </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> "Anangri!" she spoke louder. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> And the small room echoed with her sobs </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> And the pitiful wailing of the shades. </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "Now, the figure of Anangri had been reported, showing up soon after Sonya's specter faded, but always too late to see her..."

''Rayyne says,'' "... two long departed lovers desperately trying to reach across time and space, to touch the one they continued to hold dear in their hearts."

''Rayyne says,'' "Time and again they appeared, but to no avail, missing each other by moments that might as well have been an eternity. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Their cries were enough to break all but the hardest of hearts, and their tears were joined by those of the few who had witnessed their arrival. "

''Rayyne says,'' "This continued for many days, touching the hearts of many in the lands, and their pain did draw the compassionate forward to lend a hand."

''Rayyne says,'' "But it was not until the stranger came to town that all became clear."

''Rayyne says,'' "The stranger came to the crypt, and did wait with many whose hearts were touched, and when the figures showed up he did speak with them, and they to him."

''Rayyne says,'' "And then he did bring forth the two gold bands to unite them once again."

''Rayyne says,'' "Lord Dandis had come from his restless wandering to put an end to their suffering, an end to the grief that he had played a part in causing.

''Rayyne says,'' "And Dandis brought the wedding bands of Anangri and Sonya to them and they renewed their vows of love to each other."

''Rayyne says,'' "Reunited at last the lovers did rest once again in each others embrace. "

''Rayyne says,'' "The brothers Anangri and Dandis spoke and all was forgiven. "

''Rayyne says,'' "And all who were present for the reuniting of the two lovers were awed and their hearts were touched. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Now Dandis, feeling a weight lifted, found his own peace and let his soul follow his body to death."

''Rayyne says,'' "Just before leaving, Lord Dandis turned to Aries and said,"

''Rayyne recites,''

<div style="text-align: left;"> My advice to you is this: </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> Always follow your heart. </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "...and then he gave her a box. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Accompanied by a peaceful hush, the gathered townsfolk left the crypt filled with a new sense of purpose.

''Tanri sings,''

<div style="text-align: center;"> "In life there is beauty, and a chance for love still </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> In death there is peace, once life is fulfilled </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> But a love that lingers, far beyond death </div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Is a treasure to be cherished, even with your last breath." </div>

''Rayyne says,'' "For a time afterward, the shades that haunt the crypt were silent, their own sad wailing forgotten by what they had witnessed."

''Rayyne says,'' "Ahh, the box. I have it here somewhere." Rayyne removes a small engraved box depicting a sun rising over an ice-covered mountain from inside her cloak of Illistim. "This is the box which Lord Dandis gave to Aries.” Rayyne taps a small engraved box depicting a sun rising over an ice-covered mountain.

Rayyne just opened a small engraved box depicting a sun rising over an ice-covered mountain. Rayyne removes a small wedding band of purest gold from inside her engraved box. Rayyne indicates her small band with a smile. Rayyne put a small wedding band of purest gold inside her engraved box.

''Rayyne says,''"Aries now bears a treasure of both grief and joy, the wedding rings of Dandis and Sonya. "

''Rayyne says,'' "Their joy was short, and their grief was long, but now through great sacrifice they are at rest. "

''Rayyne says,'' "And that, my friends, is the story of Anangri, Sonya, and Dandis. "

''Rayyne says,'' "The shades have returned to the Crypt."

''Rayyne says,'' "..and the cenotaph to Anangri can be seen to this day."

==Location==

[Catacombs, Temple Crypt]

A small, octagonal chamber surrounds you. To the northeast an uneven, well worn stair leads upward into darkness, and a huge, arched door of thick iron blocks further passage to the southwest. Large, black oil lamps hang in the center of each wall, and on either side of the door are two beautifully decorated urns. Tombs of priests from ages long past line the walls wherever space allowed. You also see a black sequined wall hanging and a black marble cenotaph.
Obvious exits: up

==Resources==

http://www.angelfire.com/journal2/maelkyth/History/Anangris.htm

Talinvor (prime)

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|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
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|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
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|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
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|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
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'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Of note, the bard has found himself a niche in the goings-on in [[Mist Harbor]], having initially found common ground with an organization called [[The Flock]]. His reputation denied him acceptance among the Defenders at the time, and because he knew from reputation the man called [[Nehor]] and the troublesome (yet entertaining) halfling, [[Ordim]] - he was accepted easily amongst the group. Punished by the betrayer [[Selbi]] who was part of the joint council of The Flock, she anchored Talinvor along with several other members by magic to protect the island. After unsuccessfully attempting to remove the crystal which bound him, a strange woman found him and Ordim to remove them and thus lifted the curse (and the obligated protection) for Mist Harbor. While Talinvor seeks out who is behind it, he has elevated his own influence among the denizens. His methods have been criticized, as he admits that he is no martyr and often helps if he can gain something in return. Recently, he was instrumental in leading events that led to the downfall of a Sheruvian threat, yet many will still refuse to acknowledge it.

As for Talinvor's artistry is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
[[Image: Talinvor_3D_by_Stormyrain.JPG|500px|left|Lord Talinvor, by Stormyrain https://www.deviantart.com/suchjadedbeauty/art/Grand-Lord-Talinvor-the-Loremaster-936643420]]

'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Interviews'''
*[[Elanthian_Vogue:_Winter_5121_(Part_II)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* [[Ode To A Slave (poetry)]]

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
|-
|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
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== '''Vignettes''' ==

''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2132 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/11/2020 at 03:39 PM CST.''
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
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===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2139 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/12/2020 at 07:19 PM CST.''
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
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===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2165 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/17/2020 at 12:56 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2257 official forums by INSPADES] on 0/21/2020 at 10:40 PM CST.''
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
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You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]
[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

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ICE gods

2022-11-22T21:20:15Z

INSPADES: Corrected GM that offered official standing on the "Tale of Dead Trees". (Original source is here: http://www.angelfire.com/journal2/maelkyth/History/Temple_of_Love.htm)

{{ICE}}

There is a direct correspondence between the [[Gods of Elanthia]] and the major pantheons of [[Shadow World]]. Most of these are very similar to their [[ICE age|I.C.E. Age]] forms. However, there are differences between them and their intrinsic nature from the [[Arkati]], and the lore has gradually changed over the years. Some older things were designed in the context of now archaic documentation. There was a transitional period of a few years where the gods documentation was set in Elanthia, but the details were closer to their less child-friendly Shadow World origins. These "intermediate" forms are also listed.

The earliest reference to the Orhan pantheon (Liabo) seems to be the Shadow World books from 1989. In those books the moon Charon (Lornon) is regarded as an evil place with servants of the Unlife, but the pantheon of the Dark Lords and their role in the Wars of Dominion is not defined until the 1990 books. This is important for interpreting some of the very earliest parts of GemStone that were based on these books. Some gods were defined in books that precede their inclusion in the pantheons. Separating out the sources of text by date resolves the inconsistencies and internal contradictions as retcons.
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=Lornon=
The "Lords of Lornon" are based on the Dark Lords of Charon pantheon of Shadow World which have the following [https://return-of-the-long-night.obsidianportal.com/wikis/the-dark-gods relationships]. There was no Pantheon of Neutrality originally. The Charon gods are not actually a true pantheon, they are an unstable truce of rivals who often hate each other. While the Lords of Orhan are known to have originated in a higher plane of existence, there are competing theories on the origins of the Dark Gods. With only a few exceptions the Charon gods are significantly weaker than the Orhan gods, and were banished back to their moon at the end of the [[Wars of Dominion]].

'''Nature:'''

The Dark Lords are the most intrinsically powerful forces of "evil" in the canonical Shadow World setting. They are "manifestations of the chaotic aspects of the Anti-Essaence", which is not as extreme as the Unlife itself, which is too alien to be seen or detected in this universe and a collective energy rather than a single entity. The Dark Gods are not bound by its single will to destroy and absorb, but are not completely independent from it like the [[Dragonlord]]s. Most are incomplete personalities, focused inflexibly on specific things. The servants of the Unlife are usually artful, lordly and distant nihilists; in manner almost the opposite of the Dark Gods, who are vindictive and wantonly violent with their destruction. Whatever their ultimate origins, natural or unnatural, their intrinsic nature is antithetical to the Light Gods.

'''Status of the Dark Lords:'''

They are still capable of visiting the world below but in a much more limited fashion. The Lords of Orhan sealed and warded the gates on Charon that had made it easy for them to strike without being greatly weakened by distances. There are enchanted guardians on these portals, and the Lords of Orhan become alerted when such things are tampered with, including objects containing imprisoned dark gods. Orgiana had her own pantheon, which was possibly a subset of Charon gods following her, whose members were mostly destroyed or banished to a demonic plane known as the [[Black Hel]].

The [[Lords of Essaence]] had dormant portals on Charon in the [[First Era]], which were ripped open by the unnatural comet [[Sa'kain]] in the [[Second Era]]. The Dark Lords began appearing as a result of this complication, and their presence forced the Lords of Orhan to reveal themselves to the world. There are subtle inconsistencies in the Shadow World documentation on this issue, such as whether it was 450 S.E. or 1900 S.E., the presence of the [[Black Hel]] pantheon dating back to the First Era and [[Andraax]] lecturing on the Orhanians in 300 S.E. while they had hidden themselves from the essence lords. The "Emer" book notably has the 1900 S.E. [[Sa'kain|comet]] incident giving "special access to the negative planes" allowing easy access to the world, which is kept secret, and the 6450 S.E. incident freed them from their "imprisonment" on Charon where after the Wars of Dominion "new guards" were set by the Lords of Orhan to keep them contained on the moon after they were captured one by one and the portals sealed.

==Amasalen==

===I.C.E. Age: Akalatan===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =20). Eyes: Green. Hair: White. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'4". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Male. Skin: Bronze. Demeanor: Arrogant. Dress: White silk pants. True Attitude: Cruel. Home: Charon.

A servant of Klysus, Akaltan is also frequently on Kulthea to oversee ritual sacrifices. A striking figure with his white hair and broad, bare chest, he craves human blood and is energized by frenzied religious celebrations. While not as visibly tied to reptilian roots, Akaltan's eyes have slitted pupils, and his tongue is unnaturally long.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 46 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a dark spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence possibly permanently.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Spirit of Charon
* ''Level:'' 45
* ''Hits:'' 250
* ''Melee:'' +300 falchion; Missile +280 dagger
* ''Mana:'' 1,260 (180 x 7) powerpoints
* ''Profession:'' Sorcerer.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB +70, Directed Spell OB +140 (Firebolt). Knows all Sorcerer Base lists to 30th Level. Ten Essence and Channeling lists to 20th Level.
* ''Special Abilities:'' As all Dark Spirits of Charon.
* ''Skin:'' Skin is normal flesh except acts as AT 11 (ASG 11) armor.
* ''Weakness:'' The gem called Eissa's Tears force him to retreat within 50 feet, within 10 feet that inflict hits. If enough touch him at once he could be banished.
* ''Falchion:'' Clear laen, +40. "Blade of Go'orth." Unholy. Burns both hot and cold on opposite sides. Inflicts heat and cold criticals of equal severity when crit hit. Steams constantly on edges when drawn from clear laen scabbard.
* ''Dagger:'' +30. Thrown up to 200 feet without range penalty. Returns magically.
* ''Diadem:'' Golden circlet, protects as full helm. 7x powerpoint multiplier.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 46 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 118 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 147 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 153 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 109 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In some books his name is "Akaltan" and others "Akalatan." He is the weakest of the listed Dark Spirits, not including the Dancers of Inis.
* Akalatan is explicitly the servant of Klysus, whereas other listed Dark Spirits do not have specified masters. He physically resembles Klysus.
* The theocracy of the Lankan Empire in Emer is in homage of Klysus, where he is treated as a sun god. But later Emer books clarify that the vast majority of the population in practice is part of the Akalatan cult. They believe Akalatan is the demigod offspring of Klysus. His mother is supposedly Zania, who was the wife of the first chieftain, and Klysus is believed to have made her a demi-goddess as a reward. This is not how Dark Spirits of Charon are supposed to work, but Akalatan proves it is possible for a Dark Spirit of Charon to sire demi-god offspring. Zania could be ascended in some sense like Laia if it were the truth.
* The manor lords of the Lankan Empire have high standing in the theocracy of Klysus. This is [[Changramai#Order of Vult|relevant]] to the original context of the Path of Enlightenment speech in the Order of Vult regarding [[Fasthr K'Tafali]]. The manor lords of the "outlying provinces" would be soldiers being rewarded for military conquests. In later books the manor lords are supposed to be blood relatives of Akalatan.
* Akalatan has two demi-god twin offspring in 4145 Second Era, named Sendar and Seril, who eventually come to power in the Lankan Empire in 6052 Third Era (which is roughly when GemStone III was set in the I.C.E. Age). This involves a powerful artifact belonging to Schrek called the Eye of Agoth. Their mother was the youngest daughter of a King of Thanor in Emer. Akalatan put them in a magical sleep between 4200 Second Era and 6052 Third Era after the [[Dragonlord]] Voriig Kye lays waste to Thanor.
* In Master Atlas 2nd Edition (1992) his name is (mostly) Akalatan, and his falchion is described as Unholy.
* In Master Atlas 3rd Edition (2001) he is given the title "God of Procreation", with "seductive" added to his demeanor and "voracious" added to true attitude. Adds that in some religions he is called the "son" of Klysus, and that he has many snake tattoos.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) it is said he does not actually compete for followers with Inis and Moralis, because his cults have a different orientation. His ceremonies are far more ritualized and less about carnal pleasure, being focused on procreation and rebirth. However, this is close enough to be rivals with Moralis, who is much more powerful.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) his level is increased to 50, his hits to 350 and melee to 350, with 310 missile for his chakram. The chakram replaces the dagger, being +30 with a 400 foot range and he catches the return in his bare hand. His diadem is narrowed to being a multiplier for Sorcerers.
* In the [[Temple of Darkness Poem]] (1994) he is characterized as a "dark watcher" and "grim reaper" who "gathers the tares." This is remarkable for being completely different from his canonical form. Gathering the tares is a Biblical allusion for separating out the souls of the evil. This poem is specific to the GemStone III setting.
* However, later books covering the Lankan Empire assert that they believe souls of the Devout (women and commoners) go to the Underworld - a place of penance known as the Abyss of Pain - where they have to wait for Akalatan to come retrieve them to be reincarnated. This psychopomp role is somewhat consistent with the Temple of Darkness poem, except he is a rebirth god rather than a death god.
* In the intermediate period Amasalen was originally depicted in the Luukos shrine using their ICE Age forms.
* There was no intermediate documentation for Amasalen. However, he later (1999-2002) had story development in Icemule with the [[Council of Ten]], involving the halfling wizard [[Thurfel]] and the "staff of Amasalen."
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "The Executioner", and described as having once been a Faendryl elf before the exile of the House, but his immortal origins are unknown. The Faendryl history claims it pre-dated the Houses.
* In the modern documentation his appearance is unchanged, but his manner is changed to "zealous and sadistic" from arrogant and cruel. Luukos had previously had his complexion darkened in the intermediate documentation. Originally they were both bronze skinned.

===Intermediate: Amasalen===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Amasalen

'''Servant of Luukos, he oversees ritual sacrifices and craves human blood. A striking figure with his white hair, muscular frame, bronzed skin and broad, bare chest, Amasalen dresses only in white silk pants. He’s arrogant and cruel, energized by frenzied religious celebrations. Although he’s not related to the reptile family, his eyes have slitted pupils and his tongue is unnaturally long.'''

Amasalen’s shrine is located outside the west gate, in the Ice Plains, near Icemule Trace.
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Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)

There was nothing included for Amasalen, he is not mentioned.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)

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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Amasalen-
Servant of Luukos, he oversees ritual sacrifices and craves human blood. (Akalatan)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Amasalen -
'''Servant of Luukos, he oversees ritual sacrifices and craves human blood. A striking figure with his white hair, muscular frame, bronzed skin and broad, bare chest, Amasalen dresses only in white silk pants. He's arrogant and cruel, energized by frenzied religious celebrations. Although he's not related to the reptile family, his eyes have slitted pupils and his tounge is unnaturally long.''' Shrine - unknown. (Akalatan)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Amasalen is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Amasalen===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
In the modern documentation it is made ambiguous about whether Amasalen is truly a servant of Luukos, with Marlu and Mularos mentioned as other possibilities. This detail seems largely ignored. This is also remarkable as later Shadow World books treat Moralis and Akalatan as rivals. He is rumored to be the ascended form of an ancient Faendryl with unknown origins for his immortality, which is an example of GemStone making ascension explicitly part of the documentation. (It is mostly not in Shadow World canon itself, except maybe with some demi-gods, though there are Rolemaster books that support it.) Amasalen has appeared in Icemule story events, such as the end of the Daukhera storyline in early 5119 Modern Era.

In the gems documentation Amasalen woshippers favor the heliodor, which is a gem associated with the Faendryl. It is unclear whether the association with Amasalen preceded or came after its use by House Faendryl in the Second Age. The modern documentation states he was "once a Faendryl elf before the exile of the House", while the slightly later Faendryl history puts it much earlier in the [[Age of Darkness]] with "was a Faendryl before the split into the separate Houses."

* [[History of the Faendryl]] (2002)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)

==Andelas==

===I.C.E. Age: Andaras===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =25). Eyes: Brilliant green/slit pupils. Hair: Shoulder-length, straight, black. Build: Muscular but lithe. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Male. Skin: Very dark. Demeanor: Playful. Dress: Black leather loincloth. True Attitude: Sadistic or indifferent. Home: Charon.

The Lord of Cats is an interesting character, being less single-minded than some of his brethren. He is lord of numerous cat-cults on Kulthea, and has a certain twisted sense of humor when dealing with his minions or their foes. Like a cat, he will toy with his prey before finishing it off.

Andaras' alternate form is - not surprisingly - that of a huge black panther, 8' high at the shoulder.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 40 (1990)

"Andaras is known across Kulthea as one of the Dark Gods. Not of the Unlife, not even (necessarily) 'evil', but perhaps distasteful to many. Followers of the Lords of Orhan don't care fo him, as he is not of their pantheon. He is known as the Lord of Cats, and his adherents have some rather unsavory habits, not the least among them being live sacrifices and dealing with demons.

But the worshippers of Andaras are powerful and - in their own way - respected. For the most part they leave others alone and keep to themselves, with a few exceptions."

- Jaiman; page 50 (1989)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 130
* ''Hits:'' 300
* ''Melee:'' +440 mace; Missile 350lb
* ''Mana:'' 8,320 (1040 x 8) powerpoints
* ''Profession:'' Seer/Mentalist.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB +80, Directed Spell OB +180 (Lightning Bolt). Knows all Open and Closed Mentalist, all Base Mentalist and Seer lists to 50th Level.
* ''Special Abilities:'' As all Gods of Charon.
* ''Sceptre:'' A +40 Mace, ebon rod with silver wrought head resembling cat-head. 2x damage.
* ''Collar:'' Wide segmented golden collar, drapes over shoulder. +100 DB. It transforms and stays within him in cat form. Dozens of jewel inlays in metal plates.
* ''Bracers:'' Golden wristbands. Together are x8 powerpoint multiplier. Shoot lightning bolts, 1x per round 200 feet.
* ''Longbow:'' Black yew. 2x normal range. Fires 2x per round. Of slaying dogs/hounds.

'''Development:'''
* Emer: The Great Continent; page 8 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 40 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 115 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 146 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 151 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 104-105 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In the Jaiman source book (1989) he has a High Priest of Andaras, a Dark Elf named Simase, in a quest called "The Curse of Andaras." (The premise is a friend is afflicted iwth the Curse of Andaras, and no one will try to cast a Remove Curse spell because it tends to bounce the curse back on the caster. They have to go bathe in a holy pool at a high temple of Andaras.) His followers are described as performing live sacrifices, but there is no premise of dressing as cats and acting out hunts.
* Andaras' description in the Jaiman book pre-dates the Master Atlas Addendum where he is included with the Charon pantheon. The paradox of his arguably not being truly "evil" while being a Dark Lord, who are of the anti-Essaence and so inherently evil by the system, is vestigial from his earlier description.
* In the Emer book (1990) Andaras descended to the world below in 3345 Second Era to lead an army in the region of [[Emer]] known as Uj. The war lasts two years. He nearly kills the master of Uj, the titan Kio Viax, who had been stubborn about calling the other Masters of Emer for aid. For the next 1500 years the Dark Gods undermine and push back the titans in Emer, who retreat into the isle of Votania. Foul creatures run amok and sadistic cults rule the lands for a few thousand years until the Wars of Dominion when the Dark Lords launch an all out war.
* In the Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (2001) he is given the title "God of Wisdom", having always been a Seer/Mentalist by orientation. This is not referenced in intermediate or modern documentation for the Elanthia setting.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003, page 104) he is a god prayed to for visions of the future and prophetic dreams. This becomes the implicit basis for the rivalry then established between him and Scalu, whereas there is no reference to such rivalry between Andelas and Sheru.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" it established he enjoys the night like nocturnal cats, and that his dimly lit palace in the caverns of Charon have many types of cats. Statues of him are cat formed or a man with a cat head. Some cults keep panthers as holy incarnations, letting them chase down victims in great hunts. He is given an alternate form of a black house cat in addition to his black panther form.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (p. 124) it establishes that, as god of wisdom and dark knowledge and prophecy, the enemies of his cult are followers of Valris. Cults of Scalu are considered rivals.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" his avatar can control all cats within ten miles, or a projection of him can control up to 4 cats within 1000 feet, but he has to concentrate to do it.
* Master Atlas 2nd Edition establishes his bracers are 1x per round with a 200 foot range. In "Powers of Light and Darkness" it is 400 feet and 1x per four rounds, but dealing 4x hits.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" it is clarified that Andaras cannot cast spells in his cat forms. The cat form has 600 hit points and claws at +300, with AT(DB) of 11(200).
* In the intermediate document it says his human form has unusually sharp fingernails, but that he mostly manifests as a great cat. It keeps his catlike eyes but makes no reference to the loincloth. It keeps his playful, sadistic, and indifferent traits. It keeps his not really being "evil" other than his catlike brand of sadism.
* The intermediate documentation first establishes that Andelas cults dress up and perform ritualized hunts on humanoids. This is significantly older than the "Powers of Light and Darkness" documentation on similar sacrifices, though his followers are defined as performing live sacrifices much earlier.
* The intermediate documentation calls him "God of Cats" instead of "Lord of Cats." It drops his twisted sense of humor and playing with his prey before killing it. It makes him a god of the hunt and felines.
* The modern documentation gives him the title "the Cat" and names him "God of Felines and Hunting." He was previously called "Andelas the Cat" in the earlier base [[History of Elanthia]] document.

===Intermediate: Andelas===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Andelas

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Felines, Hunting

'''Lord of Cats, brilliant green eyes with slit pupils, muscular and lithe, with shoulder length black hair. His attitude can be playful, sadistic, or simply indifferent. He greatly enjoys toying with his prey. Upon spotting a huge black panther, eight feet high at the shoulder, you will know that you have been blessed with seeing Andelas in his alternate form. In human form, he’s been noted as appearing about twenty-five with brilliant green slit pupiled eyes, shoulder-length, straight, black hair, and a muscular but lithe build covered by a black leather loincloth.'''

Andelas is the God of Cats, and so is different to some degree from the rest of the Dark Gods. In fact, were it not for his decidedly sadistic nature, it could be argued that Andelas is not really "evil".

Followers of Andelas form cat-cults, and idolize felines to the point of re-enacting the stalk, the hunt, and the kill, complete with costuming, fangs, and claws. Andelas’ influence is revealed in that the quarry in the re-enactment’s are most often members of one of the humanoid races. Unfortunately, they are rarely as enthused about their own participation as the members of the cult are.

It is rumored that Andelas has an avatar that walks the land known as The Claw of Andelas.

Andelas’ symbol is a black cat’s head on a field of red.
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Andelas
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Felines, Hunting
Humanoid Manifestation: While Andelas appears most often as a great cat, in human form he retains his cat-like quality from his eyes to his unusually sharp fingernails.
Demeanor: playful, sadistic or indifferent

Andelas is the God of Cats, and so is different to some degree from the rest of the Dark Gods. In fact, were it not for his decidedly sadistic nature, it could be argued that Andelas is not really 'evil'.

Followers of Andelas form cat-cults, and idolize felines to the point of re-enacting the stalk, the hunt, and the kill; complete with costuming, fangs, and claws. Andelas' influence is revealed in that the quarry in the re-enactments are most often members of one of the humanoid races. Unfortunately, they are rarely as enthused about their own participation as the members of the cult are.

It is rumored that Andelas has an avatar that walks the land known as The Claw of Andelas.

Andelas' symbol is a black cat's head on a field of red.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Andelas-
Lord of Cats, brillant green eyes with slit pupils, muscular and lithe, with shoulder length black hair. His attitude can be playfull, sadistic, or simply
indifferent. He greatly enjoys toying with his prey. Upon spotting a huge black panther, eight feet 'high at the shoulder, you will know that you have been blessed with seening Andelas in his alternate form. (Andaras)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Andelas -
'''Lord of Cats, brillant green eyes with slit pupils, muscular and lithe, with shoulder length black hair. His attitude can be playfull, sadistic, or simply indifferent. He greatly enjoys toying with his prey. Upon spotting a huge black panther, eight feet high at the shoulder, you will know that you have been blessed with seening Andelas in his alternate form. In human form, he's been noted as appearing about twenty five, with brilliant green slit pupiled eyes, shoulder-length, straight, black hair, and a muscular but lithe build covered by a black leather loincloth.''' Shrine - unknown. (Andaras)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Without the dragons controlling them, they began to strive against the others. Eorgina, Goddess of the dark, became their leader. Aligned with her were Ivas, mistress of seduction, Fash'lo'nae, master of the arcane arts, ''Andelas the Cat, whose joy is others' pain,'' and V'tull, the dark warrior.
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===Modern: Andelas===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
The Claw of Andelas was an avatar that appeared and killed adventurers, allegedly during the First Griffin Sword War (August/September 1996). The meaning of the word "avatar" has become inconsistently used. It is unclear from the documentation whether this should be a specific manifestation of Andelas himself, as in the Shadow World usage, or some special powerful follower like the Dark Alliance high priests which seems to be how the word is used in practice. However, the Claw of Andelas probably existed in the game first, the first document referencing him likely being written later.

Andelas is a patron of the [[Nalfein]]. The gems documentation has his worshippers placing significance on chrysoberyl and cat's-eye quartz.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)

==Eorgina==

===I.C.E. Age: Orgiana===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =20). Eyes: Glowing red. Hair: Long, Black. Build: Shapely. Height: 5'9". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Female. Skin: Steel Grey; Aflame. Demeanor: Cruel, Destructive. Dress: None. True Attitude: As Demeanor. Home: Charon/ the Black Hel.

Goddess of Darkness, Orgiana escaped a purge of Dark Godlings in southern [[Jaiman]] during the [[Wars of Dominion]]. She alone escaped back to Charon, while the others were imprisoned, banished to one of the Outer Planes (a place known as the '[[Black Hel]]') or utterly destroyed. She had a number of serving Spirits, who were also destroyed.

But she has been rebuilding her power, and prepares for the day when she will return to the Shadow World. Cruel beyond belief, she delights in pain. She has a particular loathing for men; her cults are most frequently made up of females who torture and kill the males of their species.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 38 (1990)
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Oldest Description:
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"Little is known of the origins of the gods of the Nureti. Perhaps the answer to that mystery lies in the source of their greatest and least understood member: Orgiana, Mistress of the Dark. It was she who first contacted [[Kadaena|V'rama Vair]] (part IV), when V'rama begged the darkness to give her power. Orgiana appears as a black-haired woman with skin like polished steel, her sleek limbs wreathed in curtains of red flame.

Cult: None. God's Name: Orgiana. Physical Form: Varies. See above. Symbol: The Helm. Primary Power: All of Below."

- Demons of the Burning Night; page 12 (1989)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon (banished)
* ''Level:'' 100
* ''Hits:'' 450
* ''Melee:'' +330
* ''Mana:'' 750 powerpoints
* ''Profession:'' Sorcerer.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 120, Directed Spell OB 240. Knows all Sorcerer Base, Open and Closed Essence lists to 50th Level. Casts all Magician Base "Fire Law" spells at will, along with a special 5x damage 300 foot range Firebolt ability.
* ''Special Abilities:'' Immune to all heat and flame, cold causes 2x damages to her. Her metallic skin is a natural AT 20 (ASG 20), which is plate armor.
* ''Orb of Agony:'' Rips out the soul of target with 300 feet if they fail to resist vs. 30th level. Soul remains in orb for 1 round for every 10 failure, drains a few temp stats by 1-10 each round. Soul returns to body after released. Within 5 inch range the body is in a coma for -12 "Phases", and certain stats are drained at -1 per phase, with the soul being destroyed if they all reach zero.
* ''Firewhip:'' Hits as +35 flail or else a heat critical. 20 foot range.
* ''Tiara of Torment:'' All within 10 feet at will are at -25 for that round if they fail resistance vs. 20th level. They take 10% of ''remaining'' hit points every round under its effect.

'''Development:'''
* Demons of the Burning Night (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 38 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 114 (1992)
* The Burning Goddess; novel, not source book (1994)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 145 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 151 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 102 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Whether Orgiana escaped to the moon or was banished to the Black Hel is a point of self-contradiction in the Shadow World books. In the later description of Inis she was banished to the Black Hel, and in the "Demons of the Burning Night" adventure module (1989) Orgiana is actually physically present and trapped in the Black Hel. In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (page 102, 2003) there is also a line about the Dark Gods being more dependent on physical forms than their Orhan counterparts, with the banishment of Orgiana used to illustrate the point. Her own description still says she escaped, but implies she is in exile or hiding. In the "Demons" book it says the Lords of Orhan themselves do not know where she is, that it is a "mystery to all", and that it is suspected she is hiding on Charon. This might be reconciled if she escaped to Charon during the purge, was hiding there at first, and became imprisoned in the Black Hel when the Lords of Orhan sealed the gates on Charon.
* The author of Shadow World has [http://www.ironcrown.com/ICEforums/index.php?topic=15879.120 stated] (2016) that he only put her in the Charon pantheon because she had been in the earlier "Demons of the Burning Night", where it claims it is suspected she is hiding on Charon, and that her followers should be restricted in power as she is not an active deity at present. (The "Powers of Light and Darkness" description of Inis describes her as pleased to not have to compete with Orgiana for female followers any longer and that there would be friction if Orgiana escaped her prison.)
* In Demons of the Burning Night (1989) Orgiana is described as having two symbols. One is the Helm of Kadaena, and the other is a skull.
* The crypt in [[The Graveyard]] appears loosely based on aspects of Orgiana's temple and the crypt of the royal palace of Kadaena's daughter from "Demons of the Burning Night", which contains information about Orgiana's Black Hel pantheon which she actually rules. These were the spots the Helm of Kadaena artifact was held, which was Orgiana's symbol in that culture, which [[Bandur Etrevion]] could only have known from [[The Broken Lands and ki-lin: Part 4 (log)|visions]] of the future rather than seeing it himself. The Lovecraftian interpretation of Kadaena is unique to GemStone III if it was intentional.
* [[The Broken Lands]] conflates Orgiana and [[Empress Kadaena]] along with the [[Temple of Darkness Poem]] (1994), which refers to Morgu (Marlu) being the guardian of the "Dark Queen." This ''could'' be implying that in the I.C.E. Age of GemStone III, specifically, Orgiana may be the ascended form of the dead Empress. Kadaena was known to use great demons as body guards, and Orgiana has demonic servants made from spirits. The poem is written in Iruaric, the dead language of the Lords of Essaence, who as far as anyone knows are from entirely separate historical periods.
* The Temple of Darkness Poem is unique to GemStone III and describes a "Mother of Darkness" role that Orgiana does not ordinarily possess, and insinuates Morgu (Marlu) was a "spirit born of death" to serve her. The "silent repose" of death line of the poem for her is used in the crypt of his shrine in the Broken Lands. Morgu is the master of the gogor (what we call the vruul), which were invented by Empress Kadaena to serve her. He physically resembles them.
* The Temple of Darkness Poem describes the Charon pantheon membership as it existed for most of the [[Third Era]]. The Broken Lands was sealed off early in the Wars of Dominion which was near the end of the [[Second Era]]. These poem details were apparently written to be an anachronistic view of the Dark Lords. Impossibly recent things in old ruins is a common Lovecraft motif.
* The Temple of Darkness Poem suggests she is waiting in sleeping death to return vengefully, like the Kadaena poem in the Temple of Burning Night. This may be implying Lovecraftian themes in context, such as Cthulhu cult-like dream visions, where Kadaena would be the analog of Yog-Sothoth. Morgu with his gogor (vruul) could then be read into on the lines of dreaming Cthulhu in his sleeping death.
* In the later documentation Eorgina is given the unleashing-demonic-apocalypse-100,000-years-ago role that Empress Kadaena has in Shadow World. It should not be inherently assumed this parallel is intentional. It is unclear if [[Gods of Elanthia#Introduction to the Arkati|the story]] attributing blame for the Ur-Daemon War on Eorgina and Fash'lo'nae was first present in the intermediate documentation or was not added to the [[Gods of Elanthia]] text until the modern documentation. It is not given in the earlier [[History of Elanthia]] document, which does not even mention Liabo and Lornon. (Nor does Stump's post from December 1996, which refers instead to Gods of Light and Dark.)
* In the intermediate documentation Eorgina is given a Dark Queen premise in Elanthia that she does not particularly have in Shadow World. Orgiana is not the ruler of the Charon pantheon. However, her Black Hel pantheon which she does rule is possibly a sub-pantheon of Charon, though it is not explicitly stated. The original History of Elanthia document pre-dates her Queen representation, referring to her only as the "Goddess of the dark", but also "leader" of the Lornon Arkati which is not true in the I.C.E. version.
* Orgiana and Inis dislike each other as rivals in the Shadow World documentation, but this is not established until "Powers of Light and Darkness" in 2003. There was allegedly a carnal relationship between them in the mid-90s of GemStone III, but this may have been invented by players and seemingly does not come from documentation.
* Shadow World books always describe her as nude, not dressed in royal finery. The later books (2001, 2003) mention wearing her Orb and tiara under "Dress."
* Orgiana notably lacks a powerpoint multiplier artifact, which would give her drastically less spell-casting ability relative to other deities. However, she has a special flame throwing attack, which could be an innate spell-like ability that does not require casting in that way. "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) clarifies that deities ''themselves'' do not actually have limited powerpoints, the statistic refers to how much power they can channel to their avatar before the avatar has to return for recovery.
* Orgiana as the banished ruler of the Black Hel is an obvious reference to the Norse goddess of the underworld Hel, who ruled over a land of the dead of the same name, part of a general [[Bandur Etrevion|bound monster]] motif in their mythology. This was the place where those who did not die heroic or notable deaths went, which could conceivably be [[The Dark Path|relevant]] in a comparative mythological subtext sense to the way the Eissa lore was implemented with [[Purgatory]] and the [[deed]]s concept, along with her contrast with Empress Kadaena in GemStone III. This is probably reading too much into the meaning of deeds, which are more likely only Eissa lore based.
* In the intermediate documentation she gives herself the title "Queen of the Gods", and is described as "Goddess of Darkness and Ruler of the Dark Gods." It says she works to the end of replacing Lumnis at Koar's side or killing both Lumnis and Koar.
* In the intermediate documentation her appearance changes from nude, with steel skin and flames, instead to a beautiful queen wearing the richest velvet robes and weighed down by lavish jewelry. She is still cruel and destructive. Her fire association is reduced to her symbol.
* In the intermediate documentation it adds lines about drawing strength wherever one being dominates another, ranging from despots to unloving stepmothers. It removes her hatred of men and female-only cults. It adds a line about the irony of her worshippers often including those wronged by tyranny and seeking "the revenge of returning the favor." In the I.C.E. setting Z'tarr is instead the tyranny / despot god.
* In the modern documentation Eorgina is given the title "Queen of the Dark" along with "Goddess of Darkness, Domination and Tyranny." It removes the word "killing" and merely says she works toward the end of replacing them, or at least Lumnis at his side. It adds a line that it is incomprehensible to her that Lumnis does not claim the title of Queen of the Gods, because "not taking power where it is offered is beyond Eorgina's understanding." It keeps her "cruel and destructive" but adds "with a veneer of royal bearing."

===Intermediate: Eorgina===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Eorgina

Greater Goddess

Spheres of Power: Darkness, Domination, Tyranny

'''Goddess of Darkness, grey flaming steel skin, glowing red eyes, long black silky hair, truly a visage. She seems to prefer female followers, males tend not to last very long in her service. She is unspeakably cruel and delights in the pain of others, males especially. She bides her time for the eventual campaign to rule Elanthia.'''

Ruler of the Dark Gods. She bestows upon herself the title of Queen of the Gods and works toward the end of either replacing Lumnis at Koar’s side or killing him and taking both their places.

The Queen of Darkness personifies the unrestrained power of tyranny and draws strength wherever one being dominates another, be it a despot with no regard for justice, or a stepmother with no love for her husband’s children. Ironically, her worshippers often include those who have been wronged by tyranny and seek the revenge of returning her favor.

Eorgina’s symbol is red, stylized flames on a field of grey.
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Eorgina
''Greater Goddess''
Sphere's of Power: Darkness, Domination, Tyranny
Humanoid Manifestation: Eorgina appears as a beautiful queen wearing the richest and most beautiful of velvet robes and weighed down with lavish jewelry.
Demeanor: cruel, destructive

Eorgina is the Goddess of Darkness and Ruler of the Dark Gods. She bestows upon herself the title of Queen of the Gods and works toward the end of either replacing Lumnis at Koar's side or killing him and Taking both their places.

The Queen of Darkness personifies the unrestrained power of tyranny and draws strength wherever one being dominates another, be it a despot with no regard for justice or a stepmother with no love for her husband's children. Ironically, her worshippers often include those who have been wronged by tyranny and seek the revenge of returning the favor.

Eorgina's symbol is red, stylized flames on a field of grey.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Eorgina-
Goddess of darkness, grey flaming steel skin, glowing red eyes, long black silky hair, truely a visage. She seems to prefer female followers, males tend not to last very long in her service. She is unspeakably cruel and delights in the pain of others, males especially. She bides her time for the eventual campaign to rule Elanthia. (Origiana)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Eorgina -
'''Goddess of darkness, grey flaming steel skin, glowing red eyes, long black silky hair, truely a visage. She seems to prefer female followers, males tend not to last very long in her service. She is unspeakably cruel and delights in the pain of others, males especially. She bides her time for the eventual campaign to rule Elanthia.''' Shrine - unknown. (Origiana)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Without the dragons controlling them, they began to strive against the others. ''Eorgina, Goddess of the dark, became their leader.'' Aligned with her were Ivas, mistress of seduction, Fash'lo'nae, master of the arcane arts, Andelas the Cat, whose joy is others' pain, and V'tull, the dark warrior.
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===Modern: Eorgina===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Eorgina was later developed to have a palace named [[Li'aerion]], with an origin story related to the [[Drakes]] Beh'Amant and Eor ail'Giina. The [[Vylem]] gnomes worship her. Eorgina has a temple in Solhaven. She has manifested in Li'aerion as an NPC and appeared in Icemule during communes as monsterbold text (along with Koar and Amasalen) at the end of the [[Daukhera]] story.

The gems documentation has her worshippers placing significance on black diamonds and firestones. The diamond association originates in the History of Eorgina story. Black diamonds had previously existed as Rift gems since presumably 1998. December in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Eorgaen.

* [[The History of Eorgina]] (2002)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[History of Fash'lo'nae]] (2008)
* [[Origin of Mularos]] (2015)
* [[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)

==Fash'lo'nae==

===I.C.E. Age: Kesh'ta'kai===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =). Eyes: Grey. Hair: Short; Black with grey streak. Build: Average. Height: 6'5". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Male. Skin: Olive. Demeanor: Cool; calculating. Dress: Hooded robe. True Attitude: Distracted. Home: Charon.

Kesh'ta'kai is the master of signs and symbols. The magic of words and letters is known better by him than perhaps any entity in the Shadow World milieu. This Dark God would be considered mastder of Charon due to his superior powers, but he is relatively reclusive and has no desire to dominate the others. In fact, he (along with Andaras) is in some ways not what one could consider 'evil.' He hates the Lords of Orhan and the Loremasters - and nearly slew one of the Masters of [[Emer]] an age ago - but has little wish to dominate the peoples of Kulthea.

In some ways he is still the most dangerous of the Dark Gods. His followers are scholarly men and women, devoted to learning and copying ancient texts, and to mastering the arcane arts. Among these they count the mastering of Demons and the control of Gates and Portals. Unfortunately, their experimenting disrupts the Essaence balance and causes constantly increasing access to the Shadow World by more unpleasant creatures.

In appearance, Kesh'ta'kai is a man of perhaps 30, though his eyes have a much older look, and his hair has a streak of grey. Ironically, his natural form is the most hideous: a tentacled mass which resembles some of the more unspeakable Agothu more than a creature of the Essaence.

Kesh'ta'kai is a master of glyphs (spells cast by tracing luminous symbols in the air) and Power Words. He could paralyze an army in an instant.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 40 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 140
* ''Hits:'' 600
* ''Melee:'' +350
* ''Mana:'' 6,720 (1,120 base, 6x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Mage/Cleric.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 280, Directed Spell OB -. Knows every list inany realm dealing with Power Words, Runes, Symbols, Signs, and so on. All Magus and Runemaster base lists.
* ''Runesword:'' Silver sword, clear Laen edged. One-handed but strikes as +30 two-handed. Runes reconfigure after hitting a target to become "Of Slaying" that target. 6x powerpoint (mana) multiplier for Essence spells. Stores up to 20 spells of 20th level like a scroll.
* ''Robes:'' Flowing robes with shifting symbols and patterns. Protect as heavy hide, AT 12 (ASG 12).
* ''Book:'' Always has a large tome on him. Contents change depending on his needs.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 40 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 114 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 145-146 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 151 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 103-104 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* His "natural form" is compared to the Agothu in early books and becomes explicitly compared to a Tresh in later books (2003), where detailed statistics for that avatar form are given, though the way his form is actually described is almost exactly the same as a [[Xaastyl]]. This may be an intentional easter egg in the source books given their shared natures, but was seemingly not established until after the I.C.E. Age of GemStone III.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) his special abilities with glyphs becomes more defined, and creation of the undead (necromancy) is added to the list of hazards of his followers. He is given the title "God of Magic."
* Fash'lo'nae is broadened into being the master of esoteric knowledge, with merely a preference for arcane and magical knowledge, and made into a god of method and experiments. Kesh'ta'kai in contrast is specifically focused on magic involving glyphs, runes, and "words" such as the sorcerer "Word of Pain" spell (which after a few name changes such as "Throes of Pain" became simply [[Pain (711)]].)
* In the intermediate documentation he is described as the eldest of the gods, being called "The Grandfather", and his preferred form is an ancient scholar who is either male or female. (In contrast, Valris in the later I.C.E. lore is considered male in some religions, but this does not imply she actually has a male avatar.) This may have been moving the description of Kesh'ta'kai's followers being "scholarly men and women" to his own preferred manifestation.
* In the intermediate documentation he loses his tentacled "natural form" entirely. It keeps his point of possibly not being "evil", but that he and his followers are dangerous. It keeps his followers hazardous association with demons, but the danger of portals/gates is moved to the Marlu description. He is given a Prometheus punishment story of having given the mortal fire for some reason, as well as other knowledge that would have been suppressed by dominant powers over lesser races.
* The sigil staff made in 2018 and Thalior's staff are both similar to Kesh'ta'kai's rune sword.
* The Legend of Soulingen story refers to Fash'lo'nae as "God of Magic and Forbidden Knowledge". He is "God of Magic, Forbidden Knowledge and Libraries" in the modern documentation, and also includes those three things in the intermediate version. It was added to the play.net website around December 2003.

===Intermediate: Fash'lo'nae===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Fash’lo’nae

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Magic, Forbidden Knowledge, Libraries

'''He is the master of signs, glyphs, and symbols, of all knowledge arcane. The magic of words and symbols is known better by him than perhaps any other entity. Ordinarily, he’d be considered the ruler of Lornon due to his superior powers, but he is reclusive and has no desire to dominate others. His followers are scholarly men and women, devoted to learning and copying ancient texts, and to mastering the arcane arts. He is much like the Liabo Goddess Lumnis, in his endless quest for knowledge, although he does hate the gods of Liabo for their attempts at controlling Elanthia. His mortal form has short black hair with a steel grey streak, appears about thirty-five, and is cool and calculating - in natural form, he is a tentacled massive creature. Magic of all things is his realm, many believe he is the true path to all arcane power.'''

Fash’lo’nae, is the Master of Magic and Arcane knowledge for its own sake. He regards the pursuit of esoteric knowledge as an end to itself, and soci- etal or other impacts of that pursuit are of no consequence. Even the gaining of knowledge for personal gain is not a goal, other than as it may make further inquiries, investigations, and experiments possible. Theft, dishonesty, and even murder are acceptable if they further the acquiring of knowledge, particularly arcane or mystical knowledge.

While Fash’lo’nae is certainly frowned upon by many, most do not consider him strictly "evil". In fact, he is credited in several legends with spreading beneficial knowledge that others would have suppressed. (Drakes-Arkati, Arkati-Elves, Elves-Humans). It is generally agreed that Fash’lo’nae brought fire to the mortal races, suffering the wrath of the Great Drakes, although there is dispute as to his motive in doing so. Many call Fash’lo’nae the Grandfather, and his followers contend that he is the eldest of the Gods, even older than Koar himself.

Followers of Fash’lo’nae are a hazard to all about them, since they consider the risks of demon summoning as a paltry price to pay for the potential of increased knowledge.

Fash’lo’nae’s symbol is a yellow, slit-pupiled eye on a field of grey.
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Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)
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Fash'lo'nae
''Greater God''
Sphere of Power: Magic, Forbidden Knowledge, Libraries
Humanoid Manifestation: Fash'lo'nae appears as an ancient man or woman of scholarly bent.
Demeanor: cool, calculating

Fash'lo'nae, is the Master of Magic and Arcane knowledge for its own sake. He regards the pursuit of esoteric knowledge as an end in itself, and soci- etal or other impacts of that pursuit are of no consequence. Even the gaining of knowledge for personal gain is not a goal, other than as it may make further inquiries, investigations, and experiments possible. Theft, dishonesty, and even murder are acceptable if they further the acquiring of knowledge, particularly arcane or mystical knowledge.

While Fash'lo'nae is certainly frowned upon by many, most do not consider him strictly "evil." In fact, he is credited in several legends with spreading beneficial knowledge that others would have suppressed. (Drakes-arkati,arkati- elves,elves-humans). It is generally agreed that Fash'lo'nae brought fire to the mortal races, suffering the wrath of the Great Drakes, although there is dispute as to his motive in doing so. Many call Fash'lo'nae The Grandfather, and his followers contend that he is the eldest of the Gods, even older than Koar himself.

Followers of Fash'lo'nae are a hazard to all about them, since they consider the risks of demon summoning as a paltry price to pay for the potential of increased knowledge.

Fash'lo'nae's symbol is yellow, slit-pupilled eye on a field of grey.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Fash'lo'nae-
He is the master of signs and symbols, of all knowledge arcane. Short black hair, with a steel grey streak, cool and calculating. Magic of all things is his realm, many belive he is the true path to all sorcerous power. (Kesh'ta'kai)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Fash'lo'nae -
'''He is the master of signs, glyphs, and symbols, of all knowledge arcane. The magic of words and symbols is known better by him than perhaps any other entity. Ordinarily, he'd be considered the ruler of Lornon due to is superious powers, but he is reclusive and has no desire to dominate others. His followers are scholarly men and women, devoted to learning and copying ancient texts, and to mastering the arcane arts. He is much like the Liabo Goddess Lumnis, in his endless quest for knowledge, although he does hate the gods of Liabo for their attempts at controlling Elanthia. His mortal form has short black hair with a steel grey streak, appears about thirty-five, and is cool and calculating - in natural form, he is a tentacled massive creature. Magic of all things is his realm, many belive he is the true path to all arcane power.''' Shrine - unknown. (Kesh'ta'kai)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Without the dragons controlling them, they began to strive against the others. Eorgina, Goddess of the dark, became their leader. Aligned with her were Ivas, mistress of seduction, ''Fash'lo'nae, master of the arcane arts,'' Andelas the Cat, whose joy is others' pain, and V'tull, the dark warrior.
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===Modern: Fash'lo'nae===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Fash'lo'nae contains an archaism easter egg in that "Lo'nae" is [[Iruaric]] for "Spirit of the Past." His intermediate form loses the insinuation he is a foreign extraplanar entity, becoming instead the eldest god in later documentation. Fash'lo'nae was responsible for unleashing the [[Vishmiir]] on the world as some form of experiment. (2002) This led to the appearance of the world having stopped spinning, which ushered in the new day/night system. He was later developed to have an origin story related to ancient writing. Trips have been made (as recently as 2017) using [[vesperti]] to his library on the Inorios Plateau.

Fash'lo'nae is a patron of the [[Illistim]] and [[Nalfein]]. The Wardens of the Hallowed Scroll were a group that had many Fash'lo'nae followers 800 years ago with an arctic library in the base of the DragonSpine Mountains. This was encountered along with Nexur around 2010. The Erudites of Fash'lo'nae began in the colleges at Nydds. The Celestial Cenobites were scholars and monks dedicated to him who turned to cannibalism in the Witch Winter.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance on deathstones, black opals, and citrine quartz. February in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Fashanos.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[History of Eorgina]] (2002)
*[[The Legend of Soulingen]] (2003)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[History of Fash'lo'nae]] (2008)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Erudites of Fash'lo'nae|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Wardens, Erudites, Celestial Cenobites]] (2015)

==Gosaena==

===I.C.E. Age: Kadaena===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Fountains of lava spewed from the tortured earth, washing over verdant lands in a burning tidal wave. Shattered ruins lay where boulders had been hurled like a rain of pebbles to crush glittering cities. Oceans vaporized. The Sun and the Five Moons were lost behind a black cloud of soot.

At last two stood upon the planet which had become one vast battle-field. Kadæna, Empress of the Galaxy and Queen of the K’ta’viiri race, faced her opponent: the rebel [[Utha]]. '''They had the look of siblings but for the glaze of hate in Kadæna’s violet eyes, and the haunted mask which Utha’s face had become.''' He held in his bleeding hands a sword. A strange barbaric weapon for a time when ships flew between the stars and the people of his race could slay with one thought of their telepathic minds, but the Soulsword was all that could protect him from '''She who wore the Shadowstone.'''

'''Pulsing with a thirsty crimson light, that gem lay upon Kadæna’s breast, held by a heavy chain of black iron. Kadæna thrust her hands forward, palms out at waist height, her bearing one of readiness.''' “Here we stand at the end of all things, my cousin. Are you well pleased that you have brought about the downfall of your people?” Her words were barbed with psionic knives, but Utha was beyond feeling.

“You destroyed us long ago, My Queen. Better that we die now than live on as a mockery of what we should have been.”

“You wanted my throne!” Her hands snapped forwards and from her fingers lashed twisting bolts of white-hot energy, arcing towards her opponent.

But they splashed aside harmlessly: the sword shielded Utha. It diverted those deadly charges, but it took its own toll on his strength. The earth trembled. He took an unsteady step closer to his cousin.

Again Kadæna attacked with lightning, again the Soulsword absorbed the energy.

The black blade began to glow with a faint silvery light.

Utha raised the sword, his sinewy shoulders protesting, every muscle trembling with fatigue.

“No!”

The sword flashed in a mighty horizontal arc, severing '''the beautiful Kadæna’s head.'''

'''Groaning in its own pain, the earth opened at her feet, and the Shadowstone tumbled from Kadæna’s shoulders into a fiery crevasse. The Empress of the Galaxy’s body trembled, then disintegrated to dust, floating to the smoking ground.'''

Utha stood silent for a moment to gather his strength. He touched a finger to his forehead and vanished from that battlefield. The most difficult task was yet to do.

The Battle for the Shadow World
The End of the First Era (˜ 112,000 years ago)

- [https://vdocuments.in/star-wars-gc2.html The Grand Campaign], Book One; page 4
- [http://return-of-the-long-night.obsidianportal.com/wikis/chapter-3b Quoted on a campaign Website]
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''Racial Appearance:''

The Lords of Essaence all have some shared physical characteristics, which Kadaena would have possessed herself. Light brown skin, coal-black hair, slit-pupiled deep vibrant violet eyes. Six fingers on each hand, slightly longer and more slender than typical humanoids. No body or facial hair. Inner eyelid. Small ears, more rounded than average humanoids. Generally very attractive, appearing youthful with "graceful but muscular bodies." Men are typically between 6 and 7 feet, women are slightly smaller. Her half-mortal daughter V'rama Vair (unnaturally) has black skin, black hair, and black eyes.

'''Development:'''

* The fate of Empress Kadaena's body is contradicted by the much older Emer book:
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Then the rebellion began, sweeping through the galaxy, returning finally to the home world, where Utha and Kadaena faced each other before the Black Gate of the Void. Utha slew her with the Soulsword and Kadaena's head fell to the ground, her body (and the Shadowstone) sucked into the Black Gate. The world cried out in an agony of relief. Kulthea would have been utterly destroyed if Utha had not at once placed the Eyes at the poles to stabilize the planet. Exhausted by his efforts, he departed; the Era came to an end with the world a wasteland.

- Emer: The Great Continent; page 7 (1990)

(Note: This itself is contradicted on page 64, where Kadaena's body is in a sarcophagus near the south pole, controlled by [[Lorgalis]]. The exact timing of these books becoming available compared to the initial design of [[The Graveyard]] is unclear. This portal is the analog of [[The Rift]]. It is interesting to note "[[Gates of Oblivion]]" was replaced with "[[Ebon Gate (gate)|Ebon Gate]]", though this is probably coincidental. The Ebon's Gate festival was [[Ebon's Gate 1998|supposedly]] named that to ''not'' imply Lorminstra's Gate. This is curious as "Ebon Gate" seems to be used in the intermediate descriptions.)

* The story of Kadaena and Utha pre-dates the Shadow World setting, existing as "Kadena" in The Iron Wind (1984) source book. This includes much of the text that was incorporated and reinterpreted in the early Shadow World books.
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There is an odd early reference associating Kadaena with Charon, along with her servants plotting subversion in the prelude to the Wars of Dominion:
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"The Amulet of Charon is listed as an NPC because it has schemes, goals, and powers of its own, and should be treated like an NPC by the GM. This device is an ancient artifact dating back to the Wars of Dominion at the end of the Second Era. It was tool created by the servants of Kadaena as one of their many plots of subversion - the prelude to all-out war."

- Jaiman: Land of Twilight; page 47 (1989)

(Note: Charon is here described as home to servants of the Unlife, the pantheon of dark gods is not described in this book. The amulet desires the death of all men, having formed a female cult around itself. This resembles Orgiana, but she is not mentioned. The Curse of Kabis book from 1995 is considered non-canonical in Shadow World, but describes Empress Kadaena having a demi-plane workshop below Charon where she performed her hideous experiments on the living.)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dead. (Possibly ascended as Orgiana in GemStone III, but this is speculation.)
* ''Level:'' Unknown. (Possibly higher than Orgiana, but without the innate deity powers.)
* ''Spells:'' There is a special Level 50 "Fatal Channeling" (an instantly willed death spell) called "Kadaena's Kiss" that melts the flesh off the target, leaving the skeleton alive in agony until eventually the soul is destroyed.
* ''Special Abilities:'' As all other [[Lords of Essaence]].
* ''Helm of Kadaena:'' Black helm with two emeralds and a huge ruby across brow. Constant 10 foot radius of cancelling essence magic, casts level 30 [[702|disruption]] up to 10 times a day against light creatures and light law casters. Darkness in 10 foot radius at will. Immune to illusions. Wearer becomes immune to weapons under +10 enchantment, all poisons, disease, illusions, fear, and sleep. Left emerald adds +30 to resistance rolls (warding) against non-evil channeling, +50 OB to dark channeling spells, stores 50 powerpoints (mana). Right emerald is +30 against non-evil essence, +70 OB to dark essence spells, stores 75 powerpoints, allows flying at will and automatically hastes first round of combat. Ruby is +40 against all mentalist attacks, adds +50 OB to mentalist spells. Gems recharge once per day. Negative side effects include resistances being halved while in daylight, aging 10 years every time hasted by combat (only happens when helm removed), helm tries to fly toward light oriented things within 10 mile radius and has to be resisted by wearer with -20 warding penalty. Only destroyed with Absolute Pure or dropped into the Mount Kadaena volcano. (The history of how and where this artifact was recovered is unknown, Kadaena presumably was not wearing it when she was decapitated.)
* ''Shadowstone:'' Immensely powerful amulet necklace chained with star iron, made using many captured souls and the blood of her infant daughter. Also known as "Kadaena's Heart" and the "Dark Jewel", now in the possession of a Lord of Essaence known as Ondoval. The jewel pulses an angry red when its powers are used, and even the Lords of Orhan fear it. The stone itself is oval, smokey, and multifaceted, with an insanely convoluted surface. Legend holds the stone itself comes from the [[Pillar of the Gods]]. (Wearer is immune to Essence and Mentalism spells, able to dispel them at will from 200 feet with a big warding penalty, and also Channeling spells without the penalty. It has very powerful effects of literal darkness and shadows that make it very difficult to approach or harm the wearer. It was only possible to slay Kadaena by wielding a sword that was specially designed to negate or ignore the effects of the Shadowstone. It is a soul devourer and thought to have unique powers according to the wearer.) The Shadowstone is the most powerful artifact of darkness ever created. It was needed by Ondoval to break through the barriers to steal the northern Eye of Utha, akin to the role of the Stones of Virtue in the Vvrael quest.

'''Evolution:'''

Empress Kadaena was not actually a deity in the Shadow World setting. She was the Empress of the [[Lords of Essaence]] race approximately 100,000 years ago, and was decapitated by her cousin [[Utha]] at the end of an apocalyptic war. One source describes her dead body falling through the Gates of the Void near the poles, which were sealed by the [[Eye of the Drake|Eyes of Utha]]. Kadaena was listed with the Dark Gods on the [[ICE age|SHIFT verb]]. There are insinuations in both the Shadow World books and the [[Broken Lands]] that she may have created the Dark Lords of Charon (Lornon) artificially. There is also an unexplained but implied relationship with Orgiana in both sources, possibly an equivalence in the Broken Lands. The [[Black Hel|daughter]] of Kadaena was the ruler of the theocracy of Orgiana in the [[Second Era]] of the Shadow World history.

Unique to the stories of [[The Graveyard]] and the [[Broken Lands]] is the (arguably) implied ability of Kadaena to see the very distant future, which in context would probably have been inspired by the Lovecraftian Great Race of Yith from [http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/sot.aspx "The Shadow out of Time"] who were able to possess beings in the future and knew in advance their own deaths. This is remarkably similar to the modern form of Gosaena as a prophet of death beyond the Gates, but this could be coincidental. The [[Purgatory]] death mechanics makes allusions to "Oblivion" descriptions in certain Lovecraft stories, as well as the "doom" and aeons of cosmic cycles description near the end of [http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/dq.aspx "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath."] In the Bandur story Kadaena is the analog of Yog-Sothoth, who is the key and the gate in stories such as [http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/dh.aspx "The Dunwich Horror"], the guardian of forbidden knowledge and transformation. Morgu's shrine in the Broken Lands is shaped like a skeleton key, possibly an allusion to [http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/tgsk.aspx "Through the Gates of the Silver Key"]. The Dark Shrine is arguably a symbolic anti-parallel to the deed ceremony in the [[Tyriyn Bythronian|temple]] of the Landing. There is a Rift room resembling a half-demonic Gosaena with a scythe, but it is slightly older than the modern Gosaena description, where she is titled "Mistress of Eternity." This corresponds instead to the Judgement card in Tarot, as it is part of a sequence of rooms corresponding to the Major Arcana cards.

===Intermediate: Gosaena===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

This description should be taken with a grain of salt. It might have been invented by players trying to read meaning into the [[Phantom Gatekeeper|Graveyard gate]] in a time period where Gosaena was a visible name without any documentation.

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Gosaena

Perhaps a powerful and evil local goddess, she had quite a following in ancient times.
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Version 2: House Chesylcha copy of "Gods of Elanthia"

There was nothing included for Gosaena, she is not mentioned.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Gosaena-
Perhaps a powerful and evil local goddess, she had quite a following in ancient times. You will learn more about her if you read about Bandur Etrevion. (Kadaena)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Gosaena -
Perhaps a powerful and evil local goddess, she had quite a following in ancient times. You will learn more about her if you read about Bandur Etrevion. Shrine - unknown. (Kadaena)

'''''Evialla Form:'''''

Gosaena

Goddess of death and cycles, Gosaena had a strong following in ancient times, though in recent times, her powers seemed to have dwindled.
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

There was nothing included for Gosaena, she was not mentioned.

===Modern: Gosaena===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
The Triad of Gosaena was involved in the final destruction of the [[Griffin Sword]]. Gosaena is a goddess of neutrality in the modern lore, while earlier forms of her were evil. Gosaena was given a sickle as her symbol. The scythe was associated instead with the Huntress. There is a "forbidden pseudo-cult to Gosaena" in Ta'Illistim, and cultists of Gosaena have also appeared in the storyline of Ta'Vaalor freezing over. The gems document has her worshippers placing significance on moss agate and malachite.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Griffin Sword War]] (2008)
* [[Travels in the Wizardwaste]] (2019)

==Ivas==

===I.C.E. Age: Inis===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =25). Eyes: Green. Hair: Blonde. Build: Voluptuous. Height: 6'1". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Female. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Seductive. Dress: Diaphanous skirt; veils. True Attitude: Insatiable. Home: Charon.

The Dancer is a lovely woman with fair skin - and four arms. She vies with Moralis for the attentions of weak, seducing those who cannot control their lusts.

Cults of Inis are invariably devoted to the carnal pleasures, including any number of perversions, most of them unspeakable. Her servants infiltrate cultures and bring about their downfall through the violence brought about by uncontrollable jealousy and lusts.

Inis is not a warrior herself, though she can be a formidable opponent in combat, wielding four curved swords with her four arms in a whirling dance of death.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 39 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 80
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +320 (4 attacks/round)
* ''Mana:'' 3,920 powerpoints (560 base, 6x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Bard/Mentalist.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 160, Directed Spell OB 160. Knows all Bard Base lists. Evil Mentalist lists Mind Disease, Mind Subversion, Mind Death. (All Dervish base, all Arcane Coven Allurement, all Houri base lists.) To 50th.
* ''Daggers:'' Four curved blades, golden alloy. Strike as +30 broadswords.
* ''Skirts and Veil:'' AT 12 (ASG 12) armor.
* ''Necklace:'' Plating with milky white stone, called a Lovestone. 7x PP multiplier. Perspiration of someone touches a Lovestone, the person is enslaved to the wearer forever.
* ''Dancers of Inis:'' Her spirit servants.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 38 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 114 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 145 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 151 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 102 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In later Shadow World documentation (2003) Inis and Orgiana are rivals, and Inis is pleased Orgiana is banished to the Black Hel. In GemStone III it was rumored they were romantically involved
* In the Shadow World documentation in general Inis and Moralis are rivals for followers (preying on the weak-willed who cannot control their lusts for the flesh), which is no longer mentioned in the intermediate and modern documents.
* Ivas was given tentacle arms in the intermediate documentation. There was not originally a premise of rotting diseases or razor teeth. It keeps her focus on seduction, lusts, and jealousy. It drops the premise of her being a dancer, though dancing is mentioned in her later Vipershroud temple.
* Dancers of Inis were not brought forward as lesser spirits into the Intermediate period, and they were not one of the lesser gods brought into the modern document.
* Ivas is given the title "the Seductress" in the modern documentation.
* The I.C.E. version of Tilamaire considers her to be his nemesis because they are both deities of dancing. This is no longer mentioned in documentation.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) she is given the title "Goddess of Beauty."
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) it is elaborated that her cults are always female and devoted to "carnal pleasures" and perversions. They lure in men and exploit them until they are useless, usually sacrificing them to Inis, torturing them to death and/or sacrificing their souls to her. They capture male slaves for her. She targets male-dominated cultures to be brought down from within by her servants, but she rarely cares about political matters.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) it is clarified she can fight four foes in 360 degrees simultnaeously, and she gains an (8x/appearence on Kulthea) "Kiss of Death" ability. In her human sized form she sucks the life out of the target, absorbing their soul. She gains powerpoints equal to their hitpoints, transforming the victim into a skeletal mummified body. The distance form can be blown from 300 feet away, whether she is normal or large sized, resistance roll of half Inis' level and she does not get powerpoints.

===Intermediate: Ivas===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Ivas

Greater Goddess

Spheres of Power: Unbridled Desire, Lust, and Passion

'''The Dancer, beautiful four-armed woman with fair skin, green eyes, blonde hair, and is very voluptuous and seductive. Said to be the Goddess of lust and jealousy. Her cults are quite devoted to carnal pleasures including any number of perversions. She has the power to enslave mortals utterly, and often creates havoc among them by using the violence brought about by lust and jealousy. She generally prefers those that cannot control their impulses, in line with Mularos.'''

Possessing a pair of tentacles where most humanoid beings have arms, and with full sensuous lips hiding a maw filled with shark’s teeth, Ivas cloaks herself in illusion. She appears to the unwary as a woman of unearthly beauty.

Preying on those willing to be seduced, Ivas thrives on the jealousy, distrust, and hatred that results. Often times marked by rotting diseases that defy all cures, her adherents form cults which revel in perverted carnal pleasures. However, their primary goal is the seduction of unwary outsiders.

Ivas’ symbol is a stylized green wisp of smoke on a field of red.
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Ivas
''Greater Goddess''
Sphere's of Power: Unbridled Desire, Lust, and Passion
Humanoid Manifestation: A beautiful woman with tentacles in place of arms
Demeanor: insatiable

Ivas is the Goddess of Seduction. Possessing a pair of tentacles where most humanoid beings have arms, and with full, sensuous lips hiding a maw filled with shark's teeth, Ivas cloaks herself in illusion. She appears to the unwary as a woman of unearthly beauty.

Preying on those willing to be seduced, Ivas thrives on the jealousy, distrust, and hatred that results. Often times marked by rotting diseases that defy all cures, her adherents form cults which revel in perverted carnal pleasures. However, their primary goal is the seduction of unwary outsiders.

Ivas' symbol is a stylized, green wisp of smoke on a field of red.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Ivas-
The Dancer, beautiful four-armed woman with blond hair, and is very voluptuous and seductive. Said to be the goddess of lust and jealousy. Her cults are quite devoted to well...the more pleasureable pursuits in life. Has the power to enslave mortals utterly. She generally perfers those than can not control thier lusts, inline with Mularos. (Inis)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Ivas -
'''The Dancer, beautiful four-armed woman with fair skin, green eyes, blond hair, and is very voluptuous and seductive. Said to be the goddess of lust and jealousy. Her cults are quite devoted to carnal pleasures including any number of perversions. She has the power to enslave mortals utterly, and often creates havoc among them by using the violence brought about by lust and jealousy. She generally perfers those than can not control their impulses, inline with Mularos.''' Shrine - unknown. (Inis)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Without the dragons controlling them, they began to strive against the others. Eorgina, Goddess of the dark, became their leader. Aligned with her were ''Ivas, mistress of seduction,'' Fash'lo'nae, master of the arcane arts, Andelas the Cat, whose joy is others' pain, and V'tull, the dark warrior.
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===Modern: Ivas===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
There is now a shrine in the Vipershroud, the Children of Ivas concept, and her [[Oire]] followers. The Vipershroud temple was designed by GM Ioranthe and put there in 2001, but seemingly contains archaic references. It makes an emphasis of "dancers" which is the archaic Inis concept, as well as flame themed friezes and a statue of Ivas holding a spherical ruby with a stylized flame in it. This is seemingly the symbol of Eorgina, whereas there is a wisp of green smoke in the Ivas symbol. This has been interpreted by some as symbolizing Ivas holding the heart of Eorgina in her hand as a throwback allusion. This is only a coincidence, it is an old typographical error. The temple was designed to be reminiscent of art and architecture from the Khmer Empire and the shape of its layout is symbolic.

Ivas has a group in the Turamzzyrian Empire known as the Maidens of Ivas who are often associated with brothels and even travel in large caravans or where imperial soldiers are camped. Their founders were murderous but only some still take their devotions that far. The gems document has her worshippers placing significance on green jade. May in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Ivastaen.

* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Maidens of Ivas|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Maidens of Ivas]] (2015)

==Luukos==

===I.C.E. Age: Klysus===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 30). Eyes: green/slitted & reptilian. Hair: black; slicked back. Build: Extremely muscular. Height: 7'. Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Bronze. Demeanor: Creepy, yet persuasive. Dress: A long white pleated tunic. True Attitude: Treacherous; sadistic, bloodthirsty. Home: Palace of Golden Sand, Charon. Aka: Soul-taker, The Lizard.

The lizard-god is the God of Death, enemy of Eissa (a Lady of Orhan). While she is the Goddess of Death as well, hers is a clean ending, with the release of the soul. Klysus' death is a tortured sacrifice, where he drinks the blood and devours the very spirit of the dead. He is the Soul-taker.

Very tall, muscular, with skin of an almost metallic bronze color, Klysus has large almond eyes which have slitted, reptilian pupils. His long, forked tongue and fangs are not normally noticeable, though he does speak with a hissing lisp.

Klysus has a continuous thirst for vicitms, and is one of the more frequent visitors to Kulthea to partake personally. One of his most favored groups of followers are the citizens of the Lankan Empire in Tai-Emer.

Klysus' alternate form is of a huge winged snake with a great frilled collar. While he has no limbs, he has the power of levitation and swift flight, and he can cast any spell form any ''Air'' or ''Wind'' list (any realm), can cast his other spells as normal, and can breathe a ''Death Cloud'' of a cone 100 feet long by 30 feet at the far end, which delivers Disruption criticals: 'E', the first round, 'D' the second, etc.

Klysus and his followers are turned back by a lovely but inexpensive gem, ''Eissa's Tears''. Klysus himself can overcome small concentrations of the gems (though at a subtraction). But they can literally kill his priests if they come into direct contact with the gems.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 43-44 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 100
* ''Hits:'' 300
* ''Melee:'' +300 (trident), +280 thrown
* ''Mana:'' 5,600 powerpoints (800 base, 7x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Evil Priest (Necromancer)
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 100. Directed Spell OB 180 (Nether Bolt). Knows all Evil Channeling lists to 50th, Open Channeling Barrier Law, Detection Mastery, and Weather Mastery to 50th Level. (All Necromancer base to 50th from Rolemaster Companion II.)
* ''Armor:'' His skin is like normal human flesh, except it protects as AT 12 (ASG 12) armor.
* ''Trident:'' Blue-green alloy with black eog tips. +40 polearm, thrown up to 200 feet without penalty. Of Slay elves.
* ''Amulet:'' 7x powerpoint (mana) multiplier. Can be used to rip souls out from 100 feet away as a [[Absolution Pure|Dark Absolution]], storing up to ten souls. The soul gets destroyed when he casts it as a Nether Bolt which does 4x damages.
* ''Bracelet:'' Named "Defender." Casts Deflections or Bladeturn once per round, and adds +50 DB vs. frontal elemental attacks.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 43-44 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 117 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 146-147 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 152 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 107 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* The primary form of the Klysus avatar in Shadow World has a lizardlike head, except with fangs and a forked tongue like a serpent. This is given in the form of a drawing on page 44 of Master Atlas Addendum 1st Edition. His alternate bestial form is a flying wingless snake with a frilled collar. He is [[demonic|portrayed]] this way in archaic death mechanics, and was originally represented this way on [[Teras Isle]] which was released in the intermediate period.
* Klysus and Eissa have been portrayed as enemies since Klysus was given his description, though he is not mentioned in Eissa's description, presumably because the Lords of Orhan were detailed first. Necromancy is a much larger aspect of this animosity in the Luukos versus Lorminstra version beginning in the intermediate period. In the Shadow World context it is more about his being a soul destroyer. His theocracy is not undead oriented and in later documentation it is established the majority of its population actually engages with the Akalatan cult which is about procreation.
* The Order of Vult steps never mention him. However, their origin story in its original context is asserting [[Fasthr K'Tafali]] was a manor lord in the theocracy of Klysus in the Lankan Empire, now retconned as the [[Kannalan Empire]] which was no such thing. This was absurd for numerous reasons, but the intent of it is not clear.
* Akalatan is specified as the servant of Klysus. In the modern documentation it is made more ambiguous whether Amasalen is truly a servant of Luukos. In the later Shadow World documentation the Dark Spirit Bogaluth is presumably a servant of Klysus but it is not specified.
* The "Eissa's Tears" gems do not exist in the game, but the concept of Lorminstra's tears appears in the intermediate period. The "Lake of Tears" has this symbolic value inside [[Mount Aenatumgana]] just before [[The Rift]]. Klysus is able to overpower small concentrations of the gems without being repelled, but they are fatal to his priests.
* Klysus has some relationship with the warlord [[Lorgalis]], having used his influence to help Lorgalis make the site of [[Empress Kadaena]]'s sarcophagus one of the [[Jerak Ahrenreth]] fortresses. If the shrine in the underground stronghold on the Coastal Cliffs originated in the I.C.E. Age rather than the intermediate period, this probably means one of [[Kestrel Etrevion]]'s sons was running a Klysus cult before [[The Dark Path]] was founded. Kestrel was implicitly serving Lorgalis.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he is given the title "God of Death & Rebirth", which is a phrase used in the description for Eissa.
* In the initial History of Elanthia he is described as a soul eater. There is only reference to an unprecedented undead attack in Tamzyrr with a cult of Luukos, and an undefined "Curse of Luukos" afflicting a victim. Luukos is not especially identified with undeath in it.
* In the first Griffin Sword War the leader of the Luukosian army was the Keeper of Lies. This may be the first point where Luukos is associated with lies, which is then codified in the intermediate documentation along with shifting his emphasis more toward snakes than lizards.
* In the intermediate documentation his appearance is made faintly reptilian, as opposed to have a full-on lizard head. His complexion was changed from bronze to dark. Amasalen's lore was not formalized until later in the modern documentation, retaining the bronze skin of his I.C.E. version.
* In the intermediate documentation he becomes "God of Unending Death" and "Lord of Lies", which is somewhat a deviation from Klysus. In the modern documentation he gains the title "Eater of Souls" whereas his I.C.E. title was Soul-taker or the Lizard.
* In the intermediate documentation it asserts that Luukos is constantly assaulting Ronan's realm (of night) "with those who have failed to die cleanly and are now subject to his curse." This implies the "Curse of Luukos" is undeath, which is implied, but not explicitly defined in the earlier [[History of Elanthia]] document.
* In the modern period he has a high priest named [[Morvule]], an immortal or "True Luukosian" who appears in the [[Griffin Sword War]]s, and later returns in the [[Ride of the Red Dreamer]] storyline where he brings back [[Tseleth]] as an arch-lich. There is a Luukosian Order on Elanith.

===Intermediate: Luukos===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Luukos

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Death, Lies

'''God of Death, "The Soul-taker", enemy of Lorminstra. One gets the feeling that the Gates of Oblivion are Lorminstra’s way to protect the souls of the dead from Luukos, who would otherwise consume and destroy them, drinking their blood and torturing their souls. Very tall, muscular, with almost metallic-bronze hue, he has slitted pupiled, large almond shape eyes. His tongue is forked, has concealed fangs and speaks with a hissing lisp. He wears a long, white pleated tunic in mortal form - his alternate form is a huge winged snake with a frilled collar.'''

Luukos is the God of Unending Death. Unlike Lorminstra, Luukos shows no reverence for the souls of those who have died. To him they have two uses, either to animate one of his undead minions in his efforts to extend his power, or as sustenance for himself. Luukos’ primary foods are the blood of the dead, and the souls of the recently fallen. Luukos’ form of choice is that of a large green serpent. It is not unusual for survivors of a large battle to report the sighting of such a creature slithering from corpse to corpse on the recently abandoned field of combat.

Luukos’ is able to claim the souls not only of those he takes by force through his undead minions, but also of those who have sullied themselves in life. Thus, Luukos is also the Lord of Lies, and his minions always seek to spread misinformation among mortals. Legend holds that Luukos can snatch the soul of one who has died with a lie on their lips even from Lorminstra, and that the only way to be freed from his hideous jaws is to renounce the lie.

Luukos’ symbol is a green serpent on a brown field.
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Luukos
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Death. Lies.
Humanoid Manifestation: Luukos appears as a darkly complexioned man with faintly reptilian features and a forked tongue.
Demeanor: persuasive, treacherous; sadistic

Luukos is the God of Unending Death. Unlike Lorminstra, Luukos shows no reverence for the souls of those who have died. To him they have two uses, either to animate one of his undead minions in his efforts to extend his power, or as sustenance for himself. Luukos' primary foods are the blood of the dead, and the souls of the recently fallen.

Luukos' form of choice is that of a large green serpent. It is not unusual for survivors of a large battle to report the sighting of such a creature slithering from corpse to corpse on the recently abandoned field of combat.

Luukos' is able to claim the souls not only of those he takes by force through his undead minions, but also of those who have sullied themselves in life. Thus, Luukos' is also the Lord of Lies, and his minions always seek to spread misinformation among mortals. Legend holds that Luukos' can snatch the soul of one who has died with a lie on their lips even from Lorminstra, and that the only way to be free from his hideous jaws is to renounce the lie.

Luukos' symbol is a green serpent on a brown field.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Luukos-
God of Death, the Soul-taker, enemy of Lorminstra. One gets the feeling that
the Gates of Oblivion are Lorminstra's way to protect the souls of the dead
from Luukos, who would otherwise consume and destroy them. (Klysus)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Luukos -
'''''God of Death, "The Soul-taker", enemy of Lorminstra. One gets the feeling that the Gates of Oblivion are Lorminstra's way to protect the souls of the dead from Luukos, who would otherwise consume and destroy them, drinking thier blood and torturing their souls. Very tall, muscular, with almost metallic-bronze hue, he has slitted pupiled, large almond shaped eyes. His tongue is forked, has concealed fangs and speaks with a hissing lisp. He wears a long, white pleated tunic in mortal form - his alternate form is a huge winged snake with a frilled collar.''''' His shrine is located in the underground ruins in the Coastal Cliffs. (Klysus)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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(1)
Also joined with Eorgina were Sheru, bringer of terror and nightmares, Mularos, who twists love to control and destroy, and ''Luukos, he who feeds on souls.''

(2)
For the past two years the Throne of Turamzyrr has been held by the Empress Mynal'lyanna. She is rumored to have the backing of ''a cult of Luukos.'' Two of those who contested her claim to the throne were struck down with diseases which defied all treatments, and ''one was attacked by undead in the first such attack ever recorded in the city of Tamzyrr.'' The victim was held in confinement until he displayed signs of ''the Curse of Luukos, and then was mercifully slain before the curse could fully manifest itself.''
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===Modern: Luukos===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018}

===Later Development===
Luukos, Sheru, Mularos, and V'tull were the [[Dark Alliance]] gods in the [[Griffin Sword War]]s. The first one was in the intermediate period (mid-90s), and appears loosely based on the Grail sword mythology. The second war was in the mid-2000s, involving some of the same NPCs. Luukosian deathwort has been used as a poison to prevent resurrection in a number of storylines over the years. Luukos has a temple under [[Solhaven]] representing the three paths of following him, the paths of lies and death and the balance. There was a "pale priest" NPC there who had transferred his soul into new hosts over the years.

Luukos is known to have a hellish plane of existence known as the [[Maw of Luukos]] containing his souls. It is filled with soul scorching green flames called [[mawfire]] that are heatless, only burning when coming into contact with flesh. There are various spots on this plane of existence that are lasting gateways leading into the Maw. Luukos speaks with a hissing lisp just as did Klysus.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance on emeralds. Klysus and Akalaten had green eyes, but the emerald association is likely from the History of Luukos document.

* [[History of Elanthia]] (1996/2000)
* [[History of Luukos]] (2004)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Griffin Sword War]] (2008)
* [[History of the Order of Voln]] (2014)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Luukosian Order|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Luukosian Order, Sand Snakes]] (2015)
* [[Sanctum of Scales]] (2016)

==Marlu==

===I.C.E. Age: Morgu===
'''Official: 1990 - 1995'''

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Age: ? Eyes: Luminous green. Hair: None. Build: Muscular. Height: 8'. Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Black, glistening. Demeanor: Wantonly cruel. Dress: None. True Attitude: Evil. Home: Charon.

A hideous creature with glistening black skin, leathery wings and large, red claws, Morgu has a distinctly demonic presence, and has been confused with the greater demons - by those who have the time to think about it.

Morgu is frequently accompanied by his favorite pets, the constructs known as ''[[Greater vruul|Gogor]]''. He has found hundreds hidden away in ancient crypts on Kulthea, and has succeeded in awakening them from their long hibernation after the [[Kadaena|Great Conflict]] at the end of the [[First Era]].
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a dark spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence possibly permanently.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Spirit of Charon
* ''Level:'' 70
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +350 Claw, +350 Flail
* ''Mana:'' 350 powerpoints
* ''Profession:'' Fighter
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 70, Directed Spell OB 140 ([[Absolution Pure|Absolution]]). Knows all Evil Cleric lists Dark Channels, Diseases, Curses to 30th Level.
* ''Armor:'' Leathery skin protects as AT12 (ASG 12).
* ''Flight:'' Flies up to 600 feet per round (40 miles per hour). Can hover without using his wings, pick up to two passengers in claws.
* ''Whip:'' Strikes as flail, up to 15 feet away.
* ''Weakness:'' Morgu dislikes running water. Takes damage from rainfall, 5 to 50 damage per round in heavy rain.
* ''Collar:'' Iron collar that is purely for decoration.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 46 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 119 (1992)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 110 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Morgu is only a "Dark Spirit" (what we would call a "lesser spirit") in Shadow World. His physical resemblance to the gogor (what we call vruul) and interest in them is never explained in the source books. Post-I.C.E. Age in GemStone III his ancient crypt diving is kept, but his relationship with the vruul is removed. He is turned into a "greater god" and described as possibly Ur-Daemon.
* Morgu is not mentioned in the 3rd and 4th editions of the Master Atlas. In "Powers of Light and Darkness" it adds that he is often worshipped by goblins and orcs, and that he enjoys tearing men and Elves limb from limb. This is consistent with the "Emer" book from 1990 where he is worshipped by the bestial Charn Raiders.
* In the I.C.E. Age he is described as a "spirit born from death" and bodyguard of the "Dark Queen" in the [[Temple of Darkness Poem]] (1994), which is conflating Empress Kadaena (who was the "Queen of Evil" who invented the gogor in the First Era and had powerful demons as bodyguards) with Orgiana the Lady of Darkness. (However, the exact epithet "Lady of Darkness" comes from later Shadow World documentation, she only had been called Mistress of the Dark before 1994.) In context this is darkly contrasting with Eissa as goddess of death and rebirth, where here there is a demonic ascension and necromancy implication of unnatural transmogrification and forbidden knowledge.
* The relationship and contrast between Marlu and Eorgina has been a recurring theme which does not exist in the Shadow World books. Eorgina as "mother" originates in the Temple of Darkness Poem, and emerges again in [[Origins of Tonis]] (2018).
* In the [[Broken Lands]] his ancient crypt delving is implicitly twisted into Lovecraftian terms, with the stairs to his shrine being an allusion to the Tower of Koth from the "Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath". This way of understanding Marlu as a Cthulhu-like figure of sleep, dreams, and incomprehensible madness has a subtle history. The Tsoran map obscures it by arbitrarily placing an archway on the north side of the hallway for formatting convenience, but the Dark Shrine is shaped like a skeleton key, which is probably an allusion to [http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/tgsk.aspx "Through the Gates of the Silver Key"] with vruul creation symbolically anti-parallel to the [[Tyriyn Bythronian|deeds ceremony]] in the temple of the Landing.
* The Marlu lore encodes the Shadow World premise that portals are inherently dangerous and summoning demons weakens the barrier between planes of existence and allows dark power through. It is not mentioned in the Morgu description, but it is cited in the Kesh'ta'kai description.
* In the intermediate period Marlu loses the red claws and gains fanged / barbed tentacles, which are not possessed by the vruul. The Shadow World version of gogor (vruul) had poisonous tails, and later Shadow World books give them a faintly reptilian appearance.
* In the modern documentation for Amasalen it is made ambiguous whether he is actually a servant of Luukos, with some people believing his true master is Marlu. In the Shadow World lore they are both lesser spirits, with Akalatan explicitly serving Klysus.
* Morgu does not have a specified master among the Dark Lords. If there were one in particular it would likely be Z'tarr, and there was allegedly a "Z'tarr training grounds" in the Broken Lands at one point. In the Broken Lands documentation he is instead implied to be a servant of Orgiana. In her earlier Black Hel documentation, it is asserted her pantheon transformed souls into demonic servants.
* Morgu is not actually anywhere near as big in his Shadow World specifications as the staircase implies in the Broken Lands. This represents instead the gait of something more like the [[Ordainer]] which are dozens of feet tall. Dark Lords have the ability to take smaller humanoid forms, but their natural forms (when known/specified) are typically large and hideous.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he is given the title "Morgu the Beast."
* The intermediate and modern documents introduce a premise of him devouring still living prey. His demeanor is changed from "wantonly cruel" and "evil" to "demonic." The modern document gives him the title "the Destroyer." The premise of possibly being demonic (Ur-Daemon) is introduced in the intermediate period, and he is described as personifying personal destructive power.

===Intermediate: Marlu===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Marlu

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Demonic Summoning, Destruction, Power

'''A hideous demonlike creature, he is the master of the vruul. He has black skin, leathery wings, large luminous green eyes and large, red claws. He is not someone whose attention you want to have - he’s wantonly cruel and favors none.'''

Often mistaken for one of the greater demons and frequently called the Demon Lord, Marlu delights in death, destruction, and the devouring of still-living prey. Tales tell of Marlu being seen around ancient ruins, prying open old chambers and delving into all manner of spaces. Common legend has it that he seeks others of his kind to loose upon the innocents of Elanthia.

Just as some believe Koar is actually the last Drake, there are those who hold that Marlu is a true Ur-Daemon who sought asylum with the Arkati when the rest of his kind were killed or driven out of this realm of existence.

Marlu derives power from the summoning of demons, one reason that such practices are frowned upon by many worshippers of the Light Gods. Whether his power comes in the same manner as other Arkati, or from the loosening of the portals between dimensions, is unknown. Marlu is also drawn to all manner of destruction. More than any other of the Dark Gods, Marlu seems bent on destruction of a scale so massive that it might actually eliminate the world and all his worshippers with it. While Eorgina personifies power over others, Marlu is the embodiment of personal destructive power. Marlu’s symbol is a black tentacled "star" on a field of grey.
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Marlu
Greater God
Spheres of Power: Demonic Summoning, Destruction, Power
Humanoid Manifestation: Marlu is a gruesome creature with glistening black skin, leathery wings, and ''fanged'' tentacles.
Demeanor: Demonic

Often mistaken for one of the greater demons and frequently called the Demon Lord, Marlu delights in death, destruction, and the devouring of still-living prey. Tales tell of Marlu being seen around ancient ruins, prying open old chambers and delving into all manner of spaces. Common legend has it that he seeks others of his kind to loose upon the innocents of Elanthia.

Just as some believe Koar is actually the last Drake, there are those who hold that Marlu is a true Ur-Daemon who sought asylum with the Arkati when the rest of his kind were killed or driven out of this realm of existence.

Marlu derives power from the summoning of demons, one reason that such practices are frowned upon by many worshippers of the Light Gods. Whether his power comes in the same manner as other Arkati, or from the loosening of the portals between dimensions, is unknown. Marlu is also drawn to all manner of destruction. More than any other of the Dark Gods, Marlu seems bent on destruction of a scale so massive that it might actually eliminate the world and all his worshippers with it. While Eorgina personifies power over others, Marlu is the embodiment of personal destructive power.

Marlu's symbol is a black six tentacled 'star' on a field of grey.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Marlu-
A hideous demonlike creature, he is the master of the vruul. He is not really someone whose attention you want to have - you can't get on his good side because he doesn't have one. (Morgu)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Marlu -
'''A hideous demonlike creature, he is the master of the vruul. He has black skin, leathery wings, large luminous green eyes and large, red claws. He is not someone whose attention you want to have - he's wantonly cruel and favors none.''' Shrine - unknown. (Morgu)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Marlu is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Marlu===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
There was a [[Hunt for History]] prize item called an "[[urglaes-set pitted silver talisman]]" with a Lovecraftian loresong reminiscent of the Broken Lands that mentions the [[Vishmiir]] using the archaic language from storylines in that period. This treats Marlu as an incomprehensible entity and a god of nightmares and madness. There is similarly a subtle history in the game of treating the [[Ur-Daemon]] as sleeping demon gods who are never truly dead. This loresong includes a description of the sound of a dead man thrashing in a vat of oil, which is quite possibly a modern allusion to how the vruul are created from sacrificial victims. Marlu is other times depicted instead in more stereotypical malevolent demonic terms such as his statue in Solhaven.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in star diopsides.

* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[History of Fash'lo'nae]] (2008)
* [[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)

==Mularos==

===I.C.E. Age: Moralis===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

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Age: ? (Appears = 20). Eyes: Blue. Hair: Blond. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'4". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Charming. Dress: A fine tunic or silk loincloth. True Attitude: Unspeakably Sadistic. Home: Palace of Tears, Charon. Aka: The Lover.

The God of Love and Pain is one of the more twisted of his pantheon. He appears normally as a very handsome blond young man, virile and charming - though he sometimes assumes female guide, equally beautiful. He visits Kulthea to seduce young women and men. Once he has them in his thrall, he takes them to his palace in the caverns of Charon where he keeps them as slaves. He abuses them in a perversion of love, leaving them bloody and battered, yet they are so taken with him that they fight for the opportunity to be with him. His harem is large but the membership turns over rather frequently.

Moralis' followers differ from Inis' in that they are more self-obsessed and masochistic. Their orgies end with many dead.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 43 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 110
* ''Hits:'' 600
* ''Melee:'' +400 broadsword, martial arts skills; +400 longbow
* ''Mana:'' 6,600 powerpoints (1,100 base, 6x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Mentalist/Bard
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 110, Directed Spell OB 200 (Water Bolt). Knows all Mentalist Base, Evil Mentalist and Bard spells to 50th. All Open and Closed Mentalist to 20th. (All Dream Lord Base to 50th, Arcane Coven Allurement, Houri Base.)
* ''Armor:'' His skin protects as AT11 (ASG 11).
* ''Pendant:'' 6x powerpoint multiplier. Gold pendant with glimmering blue stone.
* ''Bracers:'' Golden wrist and ankle bands. Parry all missile melee attacks with half his OB without reducing his OB. Can simultaneously fight five foes all around him.
* ''Sandals:'' Golden. Utilize any spell from Monk Base "Monk's Bridge Spell" list at will.
* ''Bow:'' +35 longbow, 3x normal range. If a critical happens it is a depression crit instead of a puncture crit. Causes a resistance roll versus 50th level. Failing the warding causes the victim to be hopelessly in love with Moralis, incapacitated (-90 for all activity). Only cure is Remove Curse or Mind Disease Cures spells.
* ''Loincloth:'' Protects hips, lower torso, groin from criticals 90% of hits.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 43 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 116 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 146 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 152 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 107 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* The Sword of Moralis is depicted on page 100 of Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition. (1992) It says it is used for rituals. Its details do not seem to be given until "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003).
* There is a Shadow World cult of followers known as the Moralis Sanctity, which is introduced in later books. In the later books it is also said that his priests summon procreator demons for special rituals, civilized high society types engage in the perversions of the secret cults, and that his victims left on the world below end up mutilating themselves from the suffering of not being with him.
* In the "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he is given the title "God of Lust and Pain", and has a broadsword named Drinker which gives spasms of pleasure to the people it kills as they are dying.
* In the [[ICE age|SHIFT verb]] there was a typographical error calling him "Molaris."
* Mularos was one of the four Dark Gods represented in both [[Griffin Sword War]]s. The others were V'tull, Sheru, and Luukos.
* Moralis is a sadist and his follower masochists, whereas Mularos was made into a god who suffers, being alternately dominant and submissive himself.
* There was a mid-90s [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20151220134512/www.angelfire.com/rpg/beaconhall/Mularos.htm story] of him, whether Moralis or Mularos at that point, being related to Kai and Phoen. Eonak imprisons him the strongest magic metal he can find (presumably [[veil iron]]) deep below the Sea of Fire and then glaes when he almost escapes. This was several years before the Sea of Fire was defined by the [[History of the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2000) document, existing before that as a fiery shaded region on a map (1996) of the northwest of the continent. This is reminiscent of the imprisoned suffering [[Ur-Daemon]] in the lava and veil iron cage of the Glaes Caverns a few years later, as well as the Black Hel gods who were imprisoned in eog by Iorak, where the boiling sea around the isle of their theocracy was called the Sea of Fire.
* In the Stump [http://www.mystikal.com/laranna/arkati.html saved post] from December 1996 describing the nature of Arkati and their relationship with the Drakes, Mularos is still described with his Moralis characteristics.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "the Suffering." He much later had an origins story document.

===Intermediate: Mularos===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Mularos

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Suffering, Torture

'''God of Love and Pain, masochistic, a very twisted sort. Like many of the gods of Liabo, he will assume male or female form to seduce mortals. He appears normally as a very handsome blonde haired, blue eyed, young man - and when assuming the female form, is equally as beautiful. He seduces mortals for enslavement and abuses them in a perversion of love, leaving them bloody and battered. His followers and slaves do not last long, for they’ll kill each other for the opportunity to be with him.'''

Known as "He who is the Sorrow of the World", Mularos is the God of Suffering, both physical and emotional. He draws the most strength from pain inflicted by others. While Mularos is not worshipped by any formal church, cults to him have surfaced from time to time. These are most often collections of sado-masochists, often led by a charismatic, but twisted leader. These cults seduce young followers with a decadent and reassuring life-style, and then bend their minds to dependent love and strict obedience. While the usual end result is mass suicide, it is rumored that there are such cults that have lasted for centuries.

At times, Mularos seems to revel in causing pain, but he feels the pain of mortals at the same time that he draws strength from it. In a sense, he is a victim of mortals as much as they are victims of him.

Mularos’ symbol is a heart with a dagger piercing it, on a field of white.
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Mularos
Greater God
Spheres of Power: Suffering, Torture
Humanoid Manifestation: Mularos appears as a young man of delicate features dressed in simple silk robes. Often a slight glimpse of the scars left by manacles can be seen at the hem of his robe, or the bloody mark of a lash below the collar.
Demeanor: charming, sado-masochistic, sad

Known as "He who is the Sorrow of the World," Mularos is the God of Suffering, both physical and emotional. He draws the most strength from pain inflicted by others.

While Mularos is not worshipped by any formal church, cults to him have surfaced from time to time. These are most often collections of sado-masochists, often led by a charismatic, but twisted leader. These cults seduce young followers with a decadent and reassuring life-style, and then bend their minds to dependent love and strict obedience. While the usual end result is mass suicide, it is rumored that there are such cults that have lasted for centuries.

At times Mularos seems to revel in causing pain, but he feels the pain of mortals at the same time that he draws strength from it. In a sense, he is a victim of mortals as much as they are victims of him.

Mularos' symbol is a heart with a dagger piercing it, on a field of white.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Mularos-
God of Love and Pain, a very twisted sort. Like many of the gods of Liabo, he will assume male or female form to seduce mortals. But his followers and slaves do not last long, for they'll kill each other for the opportunity to be with him. (Molaris)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Mularos -
'''God of Love and Pain, masochistic, a very twisted sort. Like many of the gods of Liabo, he will assume male or female form to seduce mortals. He appears normally as a very handsome blonde haired, blue eyed young man - and when assuming the female form, is equally as beautiful. He seduces mortals for enslavement and abuses them in a perversion of love, leaving them bloody and battered. Hi followers and slaves do not last long, for they'll kill each other for the opportunity to be with him.''' Shrine - unknown. (Molaris)
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Also joined with Eorgina were Sheru, bringer of terror and nightmares, ''Mularos, who twists love to control and destroy,'' and Luukos, he who feeds on souls.
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===Modern: Mularos===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia#Mularos, the Suffering|Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Mularos was also one of the Dark Gods in the [[Dark Alliance]] in the second [[Griffin Sword War]]. He had a high priest named [[Eryael]], as well as another follower named [[Harith]]. He has a shrine in [[Solhaven]], and a temple by [[Ta'Illistim]]. The dark tower in the hobgoblin village outside Wehnimer's Landing has long been rumored to have been a shrine of Moralis. He was later given an origins story involving the tormented death of the Drake Goragan, another Drake named Athma, and the mutilation of another Arkati named [[Maigra]]. In the [[Keeping up with the Kestrels]] storyline (2017) [[Cyph Kestrel]] had been victimized by [[Carenos]] and a cult of Mularos followers. The Sons of Sorrow in the Turamzzyrian Empire reach into combat arenas, underground slave markets, and dark brothels.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in bloodstones and rubies.

* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Origin of Mularos]] (2015)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Sons of Sorrow|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Sons of Sorrow]] (2015)

==Onar==

===I.C.E. Age: Omir===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =30). Eyes: Grey. Hair: Black. Build: Slight. Height: 5'9". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Male. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Relaxed, Confident, Friendly. Dress: Varies. True Attitude: Cold-blooded, emotionless. Home: Charon.

Omir is known in some circles as the Assassin of Charon. Unlike the other Spirits, he is cooly professional and rarely kills without reason. He is sent to Kulthea to do away with those who the Dark Gods find particularly troublesome.

He particularly likes to assume the Waterform, Mistform, or Flattening to get to his prey.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 45 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a dark spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence possibly permanently.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Spirit of Charon
* ''Level:'' 60
* ''Hits:'' 300
* ''Melee:'' +250bs; +180MedCl (2x; poisoned)
* ''Mana:'' 1,800 powerpoints (360 base, 5x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Thief/Mystic (Assassin)
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 40, Directed Spell OB 160. Knows the Mystic Base lists Confusing Ways, Hiding, and Mystical Change to 50th. Mentalist Closed lists Movement, Mind's Door, and Shifting to 50th.
* ''Special Abilities:'' As all Dark Spirits of Charon. Fingernails act as Medium Claws that have tiny poison glands unleashing Level 30 nerve poison when criticals hit.
* ''Weakness:'' Scents of lillies of the valley. Cannot approach within 100 feet of the flowers.
* ''Dagger:'' Black eog. Strikes as broadsword.
* ''Coverall:'' +80 to hiding. Shimmering black material that changes color to match surroundings.
* ''Boots:'' Monk Base Monk's Bridge spells to 30th Level. (4x per day)
* ''Ring:'' Plain gold ring. 5x PP multiplier for Mystics only.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 45 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 118 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 147 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 153 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 109 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* As a Dark Spirit rather than a Dark Lord, Omir is able to spend indefinite amounts of time on the world. Dark Spirits are more prone to special vulnerabilities, and can potentially be destroyed entirely if they are killed on the world below. He would lose his items if his avatar was slain.
* In the [[Temple of Darkness Poem]] (1994) Omir is described as "patient vengeance, righteous retribution." This is a deviation from his contemporary Shadow World lore, which had not yet associated him with revenge or retribution. The same poem associates Orgiana with revenge, possibly insinuating the later Eorgina-Onar relationship.
* Given the title "God of Vengeance" starting in Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (2001). This role belongs to the Huntress in the post-I.C.E. Age setting of Elanthia.
* In Master Atlas, 4th Edition (2003) he is given the title "Thief" in addition to "Assassin of Charon." His coldly professional nature is explicitly contrasted to the other Dark Spirits, but that he is often called upon by those swearing vengeance in anger. Patron of assassins, thieves, others who operate by night and stealth.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) his spirit title is changed to "Omir the Stealthy" instead of "God of Vengeance", and "Thief" is removed from next to "Assassin of Charon", with Daglea the spider themed vengeance spirit becoming the "Mistress of Vengeance." This was significantly later than GemStone's Huntress/Arachne documentation.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) his description is altered again to return the wording that he rarely kills without reason, and qualifies the "particularly troublesome" line with the preference of the Dark Lords to deal with enemies themselves or through their own minions. He is specifically named as patron of the order known as the Cult of Stars.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) his weakness is clarified that he must make a resistance roll (warding) versus his own level (only once) or be turned away. If he comes within ten feet of lillies he must make this roll every minute, or his projection dissolves or his avatar is sent back to Charon.
* "Onar" is the De-I.C.E.'d name for Omir, but "Onar" is also a region of the continent Emer in Shadow World. It is where A'kesh, the son of the artificer Tethior, resides in a fortress of the Jerak Ahrenreth. It is also where the [[Shuluri]] are concentrated.
* The intermediate documentation introduces a specific premise of Onar usually serving Eorgina, who at that point was given a premise of having worshippers who seek vengeance for being wronged by tyranny. Neither of these comes from Shadow World, with Onar's association with vengeance introduced to Shadow World later.
* The intermediate documentation introduces the idea that other Dark Gods pay Onar and regularly use him. In the Shadow World lore Omir is not the servant of a specific god, does not require payment, and in the later lore the Dark Gods prefer to do things themselves or use their own minions rather than him. His orientation is eliminating "troublesome" people to the Dark Gods, which then became vengeance oriented, which then reverted back again later.
* The intermediate documentation changes his "rarely kills without reason" to "never chooses a target without reason."
* The intermediate documentation introduces the premise that Onar possesses others and almost exclusively acts through others. V'tull was also given possession powers at this time which are not possessed by Z'tarr, the difference being Onar singles out targets and V'tull does mass slaughter.
* The intermediate documentation makes "homicide" his sphere of power, and keeps his "friendly" outward demeanor. This surface facade of seeming friendly is dropped in the modern documentation and he is called the "patron of homicide." He is called "Assassin of the Gods" rather than "Assassin of Lornon" in both, and the modern document titles him "the Assassin." There is a 2014 legend in Elanthia where Onar is called "patron of assassins" and born of anger and the desire for vengeance, and he invents homicide through possessing the first man to learn fire who is then killed.
* [[Castle Anwyn]] was built and released as part of the [[Vvrael]] quest (1997/1998). The kingdom had Onar as its patron. In the Demon Queen of Anwyn storyline his power was rumored to originate in the living stone below ground, and Onar himself intervened to banish the Queen, who was the mother of [[Terate]]. Anwyn has various mythological references to fey and water spirits. The choice of Onar in this context might be rooted in the Omir description of preference for killing through shapeshifting water forms which is dropped in the Elanthia documentation. Similarly, Orgiana's banishment to the Black Hel is clearly based on the Norse mythology of the banished goddess Hel, which was located in Niflheim. This is subtextually related the Niebelungliend, where the rulers of Castle Anwyn had the last name Niebelun.
* Omir's special weakness to "lilies of the field" is a Biblical [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_6:28 reference] to the Sermon on the Mount, where they are symbolic for lack of concern for material things and struggling for them, paling in comparison to the value of life itself. The lilies are provided for idly as wildflowers. This is essentially the anti-thesis of Omir, who by his inherent nature is a thief assassin.
* In the I.C.E. Age of GemStone III, there was a period when Omir was allegedly sending demons after a thief class player character, but the details or motivation are not widely known.

===Intermediate: Onar===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Lesser God

Sphere of Power: Homicide

'''The Assassin of Lornon, patron of Assassins. He is not malevolent nor does he seek power, but he is a professional killer who eliminates those the Gods of Lornon find especially troublesome. Cool and calculating, he rarely kills without reason, and is generally found to be relaxed and friendly in his confidence. He appears thirty-something, with grey eyes, black hair and slight build.'''

Most often working at the behest of Eorgina, Onar’s services are used whenever a single death will achieve Eorgina’s ends.

Onar also serves the other gods, but always at a price. What coin can pay a God is not for mortals to guess at, but the Dark Gods seem to use his services regularly against mortals who cross them. In many courts of law, possession by Onar is a defense to a charge of murder. Such possession can usually be detected by the presence of a skull marking somewhere on the body of the one possessed.

Onar’s symbol is a broken white skull on a field of black.
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Onar
''Lesser God''
Sphere of Power: Homicide
Humanoid Manifestation: Onar's true face is unknown. He acts almost exclusively through the hand of others.
Dress: varies
Demeanor: friendly
True Attitude: cold-blooded, emotionless

Onar is known as the Assassin of the Gods. Most often working at the behest of Eorgina, Onar is professionally cold and calculating. He never chooses a target without a reason. His services are used whenever a single death will achieve Eorgina's ends.

Onar also serves the other Gods, but always at a price. What coin can pay a God is not for mortals to guess at, but the Dark Gods seem to use his services regularly against mortals who cross them. In many courts of law, possession by Onar is a defense to a charge of murder. Such possession can usually be detected by the presence of a skull marking somewhere on the body of the one possessed.

Onar's symbol is a broken white skull on a field of black.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Onar-
The Assassin of Lornon. He is not malevolent nor does he seek power, but he is a professional killer who eliminates those the gods of Lornon find especially troublesome. Also a patron of assassins. (Omir)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Onar -
'''The Assassin of Lornon, patron of assasins. He is not malevolent nor does he seek power, but he is a professional killer who eliminates those the gods of Lornon find especially troublesome. Cool and calculating, he rarely kills without reason, and is generally found to be relaxed and friendly in his confidence. He appears thirty-something, with grey eyes, black hair and slight build.''' Shrine - unknown. (Omir)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Onar is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Onar===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
The Coastal Cliffs shrine dates back to the late 1990s. The Solhaven shrine was released in 2008. GM Scribes released a [[Onar/saved posts|legend]] in 2014 that Onar was created out of the anger and desire for revenge in the backlash of Fash'lo'nae giving fire to mortals, and that he possessed this first man to use fire and killed his cohorts with an obsidian blade until a woman discovered she could murder him first. This is in marked contrast to his cold and emotionless manner, and explicitly associates him with vengeance and anger. This is more likely motivated by the Eorgina revenge motif than Omir from the early 2000s.

This is a retconned association of Onar with obsidian, which is in his Coastal Cliffs shrine; Onar had an association with skulls through the chapel of Castle Anwyn, though the exact timing of it compared to the intermediate gods document is unclear. In the later Shadow World lore it is instead Vult (Voln) that is born through Eissa (Lorminstra) being cut by obsidian in the River of Life, and Omir is not associated with homicide in general. There is in the modern lore a known assassin group of Onar worshippers in the Turamzzyrian Empire known as the Hand of Bones. Onar is respected by the [[Nalfein]] of the lesser gods.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in deathstones and obsidian. This pre-dates the legend of the obsidian blade by almost a decade.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Hand of Bones|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Hand of Bones]] (2015)

==Sheru==

===I.C.E. Age: Scalu===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

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Age: ? (Appears =30 as a human). Eyes: Luminous Yellow (amber as a human). Hair: Black furred hyena head (shiny black hair as a human). Build: Very muscular. Height: 10' (6' as a human). Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Pale. Demeanor: Cold; Emotionless. Dress: A metallic gold kilt. True Attitude: Cruel. Home: Charon.

The bringer of Night (and nightmares), Scalu has a particularly terrifying visage, if only because of its strange fusion. Though he may appear as a handsome human, Scalu's normal form is that of a ten foot tall man with the head of a black hyena.

Scalu is frequently at odds with Reaan, the Lord of Orhan who also sees the Night as his realm. A god named for a constellation of seven stars of different colors in an almost circular arrangement (the ring of Scalu).

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 42 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 150
* ''Hits:'' 400
* ''Melee:'' +300 (battle axe), +280 (javelin)
* ''Mana:'' 9,600 powerpoints (1,200 base, 8x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Mystic (Moon Mage/Dream Lord)
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 150, Directed Spell OB 150 (Ice Bolt). Knows the Mystic base spells, but also ''every'' spell involving controlling or manipulating minds.
* ''Dream-Cleaver:'' Large unholy hand-axe striking as a +30 battle axe, used either melee or thrown up to 200 feet and returns. If it inflicts a critical at all on the head, neck, or shoulders, it decapitates the targets.
* ''Dreamstaff:'' Six foot milky-white crystalline rod. 8x powerpoint multiplier. Allows Scalu to scan the minds of all within 100 feet without spell casting. If he says "sleep" all within 100 feet must resist vs. 50th level or fall into deep slumber.
* ''Armor:'' AT 19 (ASG 19). Shimmering silver formed breastplate with etchings and matching greaves. Flowing gossamer surcoat.
* ''Javelin:'' Silver with black tip. +30 and thrown up to 400 feet without penalty. "C" crit or higher it automatically casts the Banishment spell from the Evil Mentalist Mind Domination list. Can also be sent up to 400 ''miles'' to seek out a target previously Mind Stored by Scalu at half the OB strength. Teleports back to him.
* ''Amulet:'' Massive silver necklace with 4 inch moonstone echoing Charon's phases. Intelligent artifact. Scalu can view and influence the dreams of anyone on Kulthea he has previously Mind Stored who fails the resistance roll.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 9, 42 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 116 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 146 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 152 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 106 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Scalu is arguably the most intrinsically powerful of the Dark Lords, in spite of the Kesh'ta'kai description regarding his spell abilities. Scalu has a "bewildering" array of spells. However, his spells are narrowly focused on mind effects, while Kesh'ta'kai's are far more diversified.
* In the Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition (1990), page 9, [[Andraax]] recounts the Battle of Maegris in 6825 [[Second Era]] near the end of the [[Wars of Dominion]]. Scalu had a demonic army led by an [[Ordainer]]. He was terrified of Scalu and was saved at the last moment by the [[avatar]] of Cay. This account oddly refers to Scalu as the Jackal, and still does on page 41 in the Shadow World Player's Guide (2008).
* In the I.C.E. Age of GemStone III, [[Estrion]] attempted to open a special portal to Charon (in what is now called [[Darkstone Castle]]) that would have allowed Scalu to come through indefinitely without being weakened by the great distances, but this resulted in a lingering [[flow storm]] over the castle.
* Scalian heralds were Scalu's "Herald of Night" lieutenants who led his demonic legions at the Battle of Maegris in the Wars of Dominion. Heralds of Night (referenced as "of Chaos" for "Unlife" in the [[Sheruvian harbinger]] description) rode evil black unicorns, but the Scalu ones in GemStone ride [[nightmare steed]]s. Heralds were the direct hand servants of evil things like Dark Gods and Dragonlords, with mind controlling swords that imitated the appearance of Valris's sword.
* There was a player distinction that emerged in the intermediate period of the Darkstone Castle Sheruvians being "Estrionian" (betrayers) and the Broken Lands Sheruvians being "Sheruvian Order." Both areas have a monolith based teleportation network, though the Broken Lands one is broken.
* The Sheruvian Monastery in the Broken Lands is intermediate period with some out-dated details like having a dead [[Sabrar]] in the kitchen. The modern materials documentation was not released until roughly 2001. In the older [[ICE materials]] lore, what we call vaalin, veil iron, and krodera were the rarest metals, with vaalin (vaanum) only known to exist on Charon (which technically gets referred to as an "alloy" but has material properties thought to originate from that moon.) This would be why it is so represented in the monastery, and probably why it was the most expensive lockpick material.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) it is established that Scalu and Andaras are rivals for followers, described as 14 feet instead of 10 feet tall, and that dark people pray to Scalu to be protected in their sleep and be guided with dreams. This overlaps the domain of Andaras in the later Shadow World books.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (page 108, 2003) it is established that deities are immune to spells of illusion, control (such as sleep and stun), as well as those targeting the mind or soul. This would drastically limit the ability of Scalu in particular to fight another avatar with magic.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" he is given the title "God of Night & Dreams."
* There is nothing unusual about his stanza in the [[Temple of Darkness Poem]]. (1994)
* Sheru as a god of insanity, madness, and feeding on fear is more of a GemStone quality from his intermediate and modern descriptions. Scalu's orientation is more narrowly about nightmares. Likewise, he would not have been explicitly a madness god yet when the Sheruvian monastery was built in the Broken Lands, which is implicitly dream themed. There is no rivalry with Zania/Zelia in the I.C.E. versions.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "Bringer of Terror." This is likely a throwback to Scalu's earlier description as "bringer of the night (and nightmares)".
* In the History of Luukos document (2006) he is described as "an Arkati who had changed drastically since the rule of the Drakes", whereas in the Origins of Ronan and Sheru document (2015) his transformation happens during the rule of the Drakes.

===Intermediate: Sheru===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Sheru

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Night, Nightmares, Insanity, Terror

'''He is the bringer of the night, and nightmares. With luminous yellow eyes, a black furred hyena head, and a cruel attitude, his visage matches his duties. Merely glancing at his in true form has left many mortals babbling for the rest of their short existence. He is frequently at odds with Ronan, who also considers night his realm.'''

Truly, the God of Terror, and of unbridled fear, Sheru thrives on these emotions in lesser creatures. Only experiencing satisfaction when his efforts unseat a being’s sanity. Sheru will use any means to achieve this end.

Luukos’ undead minions tend to cause more terror than most of the other minions of darkness, and so Sheru and Luukos are allied more often than any of the other Dark Gods.

The insane are often said to have received Sheru’s gift.

Sheru’s symbol is a black hyena’s head on a field of gold.
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Sheru
''Greater God''
Sphere's of Power: Night, Nightmares, Insanity, Terror
Humanoid Manifestation: Sheru appears as a large man with a black furred hyena's head.
Demeanor: cold; emotionless, cruel

Sheru is the God of Night and Nightmares. Truly the god of terror, and of unbridled fear, Sheru thrives on these emotions in lesser creatures. Only experiencing satisfaction when his efforts unseat a being's sanity, Sheru will use any means to achieve this end.

Luukos' undead minions tend to cause more terror than most of the other minions of darkness, and so Sheru and Luukos are allied more often than any of the other Dark Gods.

The insane are often said to have received Sheru's Gift.

Sheru's symbol is a black hyena's head on a field of gold.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Sheru-
He is the bringer of night, and nightmares. With luminous yellow eyes, a black furred hyena head, and a cruel attitude, his visage matches his duties. Merely glancing at him in true form has left many mortals babbling for the rest of thier short existance. He is frequently at odds with Ronan, who also considers night his realm. (Scalu)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Sheru -
'''He is the bringer of night, and nightmares. With luminous yellow eyes, a black furred hyena head, and a cruel attitude, his visage matches his duties. Merely glancing at him in true form has left many mortals babbling for the rest of thier short existance. He is frequently at odds with Ronan, who also considers night his realm.''' Shrine - unknown. (Scalu)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Also joined with Eorgina were ''Sheru, bringer of terror and nightmares,'' Mularos, who twists love to control and destroy, and Luukos, he who feeds on souls.
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===Modern: Sheru===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
The Sheruvian Monastery in the Broken Lands appears to be intermediate period, with certain archaisms such as having a dead [[Sabrar]] on their kitchen (their messaging implies they are cannibals or at least eat other humanoids.) Sheru was changed to having a jackal's head instead of a hyena's head in more modern documentation, where an antagonism is also introduced between him and Zelia (now neutral instead of Lornon affiliated) on the issue of madness. He was later given a temple below Solhaven.

Sheru was one of the [[Dark Alliance]] gods in the [[Griffin Sword War]] (August/September 1996), and was again in the second war (2002-2003) where his high priest was [[Draezir]]. Ronan and Sheru were later given a common origin in a story involving a Drake called the Shadow With Wings and a dream world realm. Prior to this point there is no implication of the two being related, and in their Shadow Realm forms have completely different origins.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in amber.

* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[History of Luukos]] (2004)
* [[Griffin Sword War]] (2008)
* [[Origins of Ronan and Sheru]] (2015)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Sheruvian Order|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Sheruvian Order]] (2015)

==V'tull==

===I.C.E. Age: Z'tarr===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

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Age: ? (Appears =30). Eyes: Black/Luminous red. Hair: Silver. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Male. Skin: Marble-white. Demeanor: Determined. Dress: Black silk tunic or Black chain shirt. True Attitude: Righteous, Obsessive, Vengeful. Home: Charon.

Z'taar is one of the more terrifying Dark Gods, partly because he seems almost mindless in his pursuit of followers and the destruction of his enemies.

A fearsome warrior, he wields the ''Slayer'' with a grim vengeance. He is the unofficial champion of Charon, though he will rarely enter battle on behalf of any other God. Z'taar's cults are always oriented towards warfare and dominating less martial cultures. He faced Cay (the greatest warrior among the Lords of Orhan) in single combat once during the Wars of Dominion, but the contest was inconclusive - interrupted by a shattering [[Mana storm|Flow-storm]] which swept them apart. Between them lies a grudging mutual respect.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 42 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Lord of Charon
* ''Level:'' 140
* ''Hits:'' 800
* ''Melee:'' +500 (2-handed sword)
* ''Mana:'' 700 powerpoints
* ''Profession:'' Fighter
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 70. Knows all Monk Base lists to 50th level, and Cleric lists Dark Lore and Light Lore.
* ''Black Armor:'' Chain armor of [[ICE materials#Black eog|black eog]] links, only reaches to upper thigh as tunic. Protects along with armbands as AT 20. All non-evil Essence spells must resist vs. 50th level or be cancelled.
* ''Sword:'' +35 two-handed sword of black eog named Slayer. Has silvery edge of Vaanum, which is native to Charon. (Book calls it an "alloy.") 3x damage and Slaying criticals for all critical hits. Center of blade near hilt has large flat ruby that rips out souls. Critical hits require target to resist [[Absolution Pure|Dark Absolution]] or else have soul destroyed. All frontal attacks may be parried up to 1/2 his OB without any penalty to his OB. Sword is intelligent and cannot fumble attacks.
* ''Helm:'' Black eog with skull faceplate.
* ''Gauntlets:'' Keron alloy. Makes Z'tarr immune to heat, cold, and critical hits.
* ''Armbands:'' Silver. Protect as greaves.
* ''Surcoat:'' Crimson cloth. Continuously weapon deflects all attacks behind and flanking him by -100.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 42 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 115 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 146 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 151-152 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 105-106 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Z'tarr has almost identical information in all of the Master Atlas books. He is one of the most powerful Dark Lords.
* The detail of his "Clerical" spells seems misleading. This can refer to the Lore list of Closed Channeling or the Dark Lore list of Evil Clerics. None of the Dark Lords are described as having Cleric spells, only Evil Cleric and general Channeling spells.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) the wording regarding his cults changes to say "less aggressive cultures," and that he encourages martial power over all else. The weak must be crushed and enslaved to serve the strong, and his own followers are treated without mercy for failing to stand up to rigorous standards. The patron of despots, tyrants, and brutal warlords.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he has the ability to fight four others simultaneously in 360 degrees and can "double haste" himself attacking all four at once. In his large 12 foot size he can swing at four targets at once with Slayer, the hits only being reduced by one critical level. When double-sized Slayer does 4x damage and an additional critical of same severity.
* He is given the title "God of War" starting in Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (2001). In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he is explicitly named the patron of petty despots, tyrants, and warlords.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) there is an image of what he looks like on page 105.
* While the story has them fighting to a draw because of a flow storm, Cay is objectively more powerful than Z'tarr, especially with spells but also in martial combat and level. Z'tarr notably does not use a powerpoint multiplier artifact.
* The Order of Vult (Voln) in GemStone has a dream where there is a sword and there appears the word "Slayer." It is unclear what this means; if it is a reference to Z'tarr or Kadaena, or something or nothing at all.
* Z'tarr supposedly had a Z'tarr training grounds in the Broken Lands at one point.
* Z'tarr is the Dark God of domination and in later documentation is explicitly the patron of tyrants. In the intermediate and modern periods Orgiana is changed to Eorgina and given tyranny and domination as part of an evil queen motif, while V'tull becomes focused on blood lust and berserker violence.
* The intermediate form of V'tull introduced his having ecstasy over the sight of blood, making his motivation bloodletting for any excuse rather than Z'tarr's brand of tyranny. His armor is red from bloodstains instead of the fabric color, and is described as towering over all he meets. It retained the premise that he is more active with followers than most gods, and his demeanor/attitude has remained unchanged. He is only modernly the "Berserker." It introduced the premise of him possessing warriors, making their eyes black and turning them into killing machines, with devotees even in places his worship is banned for fear of warriors turning under him. Loosely speaking, V'tull is chaotic evil, while Z'tarr is lawful evil.
* In the modern document he is given the title "the Berserker."

===Intermediate: V'tull===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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V’tull
Greater God

Spheres of Power: Combat, Bloodlust

'''God of warfare and domination. His weapon is simply named the Slayer. His eyes are either black and impassive, or glowing red when he is in battle, his skin marble white, rippling with muscles, his hair silver. He is the champion of Lornon, the moon where the true ones dwell. His demeanor is determined, attitude righteous, obsessive and vengeful. If you are marked by V’tull, you can count your existence in only the time until he turns his attention to you.'''

The sight of the life’s blood of any creature seems to fill V’tull with ecstasy. Given his nature, he has spent all of his efforts in perfecting his fighting abilities and in using them at every opportunity.

While all the gods rarely manifest themselves among mortals, V’tull does so more often than most. He regularly enters into the bodies of warriors, who’s eyes are said to turn black as night when this happens, and turns them into machines of killing. His willingness to divinely inspire assures that his devotees among the martial classes are many, even where his worship is prohibited by those who fear their warriors will turn against them.

V’tull’s symbol is a black scimitar on a field of red.
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V'tull
''Greater God''
Sphere's of Power: Combat, Blood Lust
Humanoid Manifestation: V'tull has marble-white skin, coal-black eyes, and towers above all he meets. He is always dressed in armor so stained in blood that it's true color cannot be known.
Demeanor: determined, righteous, obsessive, vengeful

V'tull is the Champion of the Dark Gods Almost single-minded in his goal of bloodletting for its own sake, the sight of the life's blood of any creature seems to fill V'tull with ecstasy. Given his nature, he has spent all of his efforts in perfecting his fighting abilities and in using them at every opportunity.

While all of the Gods rarely manifest themselves among mortals, V'tull does so more often than most. He regularly enters into the bodies of warriors, who's eyes are said to turn black as night when this happens, and turns them into machines of killing. His willingness to divinely inspire assures that his devotees among the martial classes are many, even where his worship is prohibited by those who fear their warriors will turn against them.

V'tull's symbol is a black scimitar on a field of red.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-V'tull-
God of warfare and domination. His weapon is simply named the Slayer. His eyes are either black and impassive, or glowing red when he is in battle, his skin marble white, rippling with muscles, his hair silver. He is the champion of Lornon, the moon where the true ones dwell. His demeanor is determined, attitude rightious, obsessive and vengfull. If you are marked by V'tull, you can count your existance in only the time until he turns his attention to you. (Z'Tarr)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- V'tull -
'''God of warfare and domination. His weapon is simply named the Slayer. His eyes are either black and impassive, or glowing red when he is in battle, his skin marble white, rippling with muscles, his hair silver. He is the champion of Lornon, the moon where the true ones dwell. His demeanor is determined, attitude rightious, obsessive and vengfull. If you are marked by V'tull, you can count your existance in only the time until he turns his attention to you.''' Shrine - unknown. (Z'Tarr)
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Eorgina, Goddess of the dark, became their leader. Aligned with her were Ivas, mistress of seduction, Fash'lo'nae, master of the arcane arts, Andelas the Cat, whose joy is others' pain, and ''V'tull, the dark warrior.''
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===Modern: V'tull===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
The Eye of V'tull is a region on Teras Isle, which has a flow storm called the Felstorm. The modern documentation for V'tull is the same as his intermediate form. V'tull was one of the [[Dark Alliance]] gods in the [[Griffin Sword War]]s. His avatar was present commanding the movement of the Miscere'Golab monstrosity which was constructed from the corpses of Elven soldiers. There is an underground cult of V'tull in [[Ta'Vaalor]], where he is not one of their patrons. The [[Prisma Relics]] form a veil iron maul that together grants the wielder V'tull power of possession, with one of its parts possessed by a V'tull sect called the Brotherhood of the Sacred Fury.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in bloodjewels.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Blackwood Ravagers|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Blackwood Ravagers]] (2015)

==Zelia==

===I.C.E. Age: Zania===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears =25). Eyes: Grey. Hair: Silver. Build: Statuesque. Height: 6'. Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Female. Skin:. Demeanor: Spaced. Dress: Silver breastplate, grey tunic. True Attitude: Insane. Home: Charon.

Zania is called the Keeper of the Moon by her followers, and it is believed that she drives a spectral chariot through the sky, towing the moon Charon. She is also reputedly insane, and sends her followers to the same twisted end.

She does indeed drive a misty chariot pulled by spectral grey stallions to Kulthea, where she haunts the tormented souls of its inhabitants.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 47 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a dark spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence possibly permanently.'''
* ''Status:'' Dark Spirit of Charon
* ''Level:'' 50
* ''Hits:'' 280
* ''Melee:'' +250 hammer; Missile +300 longbow
* ''Mana:'' 2,100 (300 x 7) powerpoints
* ''Profession:'' Astrologer/Evil Mentalist.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB +100, Directed Spell OB +180 (Moonfires True, 300' firebolt striking as depression and cold criticals). Knows all Astrologer, Evil Mentalist, and Moon Mage lists to 50th Level. Ten Open and Closed Mentalist and Channeling lists to 20th Level.
* ''Special Abilities:'' As all Dark Spirits of Charon.
* ''Sceptre of the Moon:'' Strikes as +30 hammer. Silver rod. Milky-white orb, spiked head.
* ''Longbow:'' +30 longbow. 2x normal range, delivers additional Depression critical on top of any other.
* ''Armor:'' Gleaming silver breastplate and graves AT 17 (ASG 17). Form-fitting.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 47 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 119 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 147-148 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 154 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 110 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Zania was originally part of the Dark Gods pantheon until the modern documentation. There was no Pantheon of Neutrality for roughly the first decade of GemStone III.
* Zania is only a Dark Spirit, rather than a Dark Lord, in terms of her power. She would lose her items if killed and would actually be dead. It also means she would be a servant of a Dark God, possibly even Scalu given he is the nightmare god.
* There is no stated Zania/Scalu rivalry as there is between Sheru and Zelia. Scalu is a nightmare god and knows spells that can cause insanity, but he is not notably a god focused on madness. Zania was always an Astrologer but was not explicitly linked to divination until later documentation.
* In Master Atlas, 2nd Edition (p. 119, 1992) and onward she is describe as having "fair" skin. The information is missing in the 1st edition addendum. In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (p. 110, 2003) her skin is instead "very pale", her hair long and flowing, and her eyes sometimes glow white.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) she is elaborated. Her followers are mostly Astrologers and Mystics, she is said to speak prophesies through the insane, making her a prophecy goddess. Andaras is explicitly made into a prophecy god at this book as well. Ceremonies involve drug-induced trances and dancing until collapse from exhaustion. She herself can never be still, flitting or rocking back and forth, whispering incomprehensible things to herself. She is described as beautiful in a severe and exotic way, but with wild crazed eyes and a leering smile.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) she is given the "Eyes of the Moon" power of shooting beams of intense cold from her eyes once every twelve rounds. Range of 400 feet. Cold Ball of 20' radius in effect. 4x hits.
* In Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (p. 148, 2001) she is given the additional title "Goddess of the Moons." It is established she uses Doombringer and Procreator demons as servants. These are "thematic" demons. Demons of the Essaence from the Chaos planes. They are both mist oriented. Doombringers provoke panic, despair, and depression. Procreators are lust oriented trying to make human-demon hybrids, where if it is a mortal father they go insane and if it is a mortal mother they usually die from it.
* The theocracy of Klysus in the Lankan Empire believes that Zania is the mother of Akalatan, that she was the mortal wife of the first chieftain, and Klysus rewarded her by making her a demi-goddess charioteer. They believe he brings the Sun across the sky, and she brings the moon. This is established in the later books.
* "Zania" has obvious insanity roots such as "zany" and "mania." Zelia could be read similarly with "zeal" and "[[Selias Jodame|selia]]" as the Greek for "moon", where Selene was the Titan goddess who drove the moon across the sky at night with her silver chariot and two white horses. Similarly, the moon has "lunacy" connotations, being lunar.
* More esoteric is the possibility of a Lovecraft influence, given [[Shadow Valley]] was made in the late [[ICE age|I.C.E. Age]]. It seems to be partly based on Lovecraft's [http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/mo.aspx "The Mound"], which was co-authored for Zealia Bishop.
* She has the title "Keeper of the Moon" in the I.C.E. version, meaning the moon of the dark gods, while this is tweaked in the modern document as "Keeper of the Moons" plural.

===Intermediate: Zelia===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Zelia

'''Called "Keeper of the Moon", she is a luna-tic. Stark raving bonkers, and her followers all wind up that way too. Wearing a silver breastplate and grey tunic over her statuesque form, her silver hair and grey eyes are wild with insanity. She haunts Elanthia in a misty chariot pulled by spectral grey stallions.'''
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Zelia-
Called "Keeper of the Moon," she is a luna-tic. Stark raving bonkers, and her followers all wind up that way too. She haunts Elanthia in a misty chariot pulled by spectral grey stallions. (Zania)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Zelia -
'''Called "Keeper of the Moon," she is a luna-tic. Stark raving bonkers, and her followers all wind up that way too. Wearing a silver breastplate and grey tunic over her statuesque form, her silver hair and grey eyes are wild with insanity. She haunts Elanthia in a misty chariot pulled by spectral grey stallions.''' Shrine - unknown. (Zania)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Zelia is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Zelia===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Zelia was changed into a neutral, isolated goddess in the modern documentation with a Sheru rivalry on the issue of insanity. She treats insanity as a gift of freedom from lucidity. She has green eyes instead of grey. Her misty chariot, stallions, breastplate, and tunic were kept. She is described as possibly chaos personified. The reasons for her insanity are not stated. In later development she has an origin story involving the Drake Cha'Anamos (chaos), and had unrequited love for [[Phoen]] which was traumatic. This interestingly has an intermediate period [http://www.mystikal.com/laranna/liabo.html#Phoen precursor story] where the other gods were trying to break up Phoen and Zelia, where Zelia was still associated with the Dark Gods by default assumption.

The gems document has her worshippers placing significance in moonstones. April Fool's Day in the real world corresponds in the Elanthia [[calendar]] to [[Day of Zelia's Warning]]. There was a Zelia escape room puzzle mini-quest on this day in 2019 known as [[Mist Manor]].

* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Madness and Entropy: A Tale of Zelia]] (2011)

=Liabo=
The "Lords of Liabo" are the directly based on the Lords of Orhan pantheon who have the following [https://return-of-the-long-night.obsidianportal.com/wikis/the-lords-of-orhan relationships]. Orhan was a habitable surface with forests and rivers, and the Lords lived there with their servants. It is still represented that way accidentally by the [[Seethe Naedal]] observatory, which was originally designed before the moon lore document released in 2003. (It is more or less ambiguous where the Arkati actually reside in the modern history.) The Lords of Orhan are described as vain with overwhelming superiority complexes, who enjoy toying with mortals and occupying themselves with contests, as opposed the Liabo pantheon which is portrayed as "good" and nurturing. There is no premise that the Lords of Orhan and Charon are related to each other. The Orhanians are indisputably more powerful.

==Charl==

===I.C.E. Age: Shaal===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Blue. Hair: Blue-white. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Pale (almost white). Demeanor: Stern; Angry. Dress: Naked or draped in a rough kelp garment. True Attitude: Impatient; Quick-tempered. Home: Orhan/Kulthea's Oceans. Aka: Allanda (female, to the Myri).

God of the sea (and of Fall). Shaal is also called 'The Destroyer' by some, in association with the erosion of the sea and sea storms.

Shaal is moody and rarely is seen in his human form, instead assuming the shape of a Merman, whale or great dolphin. When in human form, he has blue-white hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. He wields a great trident of greenish alloy set with emerald points. Ruthless and unsympathetic to all but sea beasts and peoples, he cares little about events on the land.

- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1087.html Tomes of Kulthea #1087] (1990)
- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 30 (1989)

'''Shaal:''' Master of the seas, Shaal is moody and reclusive, spendin far more time on Kulthea than the other Lords, and most of that deep in the oceans. He has frequent fits of irrational temper, rousing mighty storms out of the unpredictable seas.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 160
* ''Hits:'' 700
* ''Melee:'' +500
* ''Mana:'' 12,800 (1,600 base, 8x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Sorcerer/Fighter
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 160, Directed Spells OB 320 (Water Bolt). All Sorcerer Base and all liquid and weather spells (near a body of water) to 50th Level. Fatal channeling called "Shaal's Demand", dehydrating the target into powder by returning their water to the sea. Controls sea creatures, power extends to all bodies of water, but significantly weaker outside the greater seas.
* ''Trident:'' +60 holy spear. Triple damage. Fires three bolts simultaneously of ice, water, and steam, which are equally effective under water or air.
* ''Net:'' Ensnares within 300 foot range, unbreakable living fibers.
* ''Natural Armor:'' Shaal's skin transforms to scales that are naturally AT17 (ASG 17), which is plate level armor protection.
* ''Crown:'' Silver and coral. 8x powerpoint (mana) multiplier. Protects as a full helm. Cancels head criticals 70% of the time when hit.

'''Development:'''
* Cloudlords of Tanara; page 11 (1984)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 30 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; pages 48-49, 54-55 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 107 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 145 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 95 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Cloudlords of Tanara'' (1984), page 11, the Myri call him Allanda the "Mother of the Rains and Clouds" (and also storms). Later in the Master Atlas this is retconned to be their name for Shaal.
* In "Jaiman: Land of Twilight", page 22 (1989) it asserts Shaal is venerated by mermen, sea elves, in Lethys and by the Sulini of Tanara.
* In the original Shadow World context Shaal was with the Orhan pantheon from their shared origins and natures rather than some loyalty to Kuor. The Dark Lords of Charon came (most likely) from other origins and were constituted along the more chaotic or "[[Anti-mana|Anti-Essaence]]" side of the existence spectrum. While violent and destructive like many of the Dark Lords, he was not associated with the "dark power" of [[The Unlife]]. Shaal is just quick to temper and destruction, with little regard for things that live on land.
* In the Rolemaster context pure Sorcerers do not have spells related to necromancy or (for the most part) summoning demons. The spell lists are destructive and violent, but not inherently "Evil" by the world setting standards. Most of the spells directly destroy inanimate and animate matter (notably flesh dessication) which is its relevance to Shaal.
* Shaal as the supposed father of Neela (Niima) comes from the Neela description.
* Shaal is the master of the Nereids and Naiads, the water spirits or fey of Shadow World. Nymphs are human sized without body hair and minimally clothes, generally incredibly beautiful youths. When the focus of their "life" is destroyed (e.g. a river), they "die" by their spirit returning to their master on Orhan. The nymphs essentially observe things for the Lords. Offspring with nymphs is not possible, unlike demigods with the Lords and mortals. Other kinds of such spirits serve some of the other gods. They are like much weaker forms of the same kind of entity.
* While Shaal is a sea god and his powers are bound and somewhat limited to bodies of water, as a Lord of Orhan he can actually only ''visit'' the world temporarily in his corporeal avatar form, though he spends most of his time on Kulthea and far more than the other Lords. This may simply mean he has to return to the moon at least once every couple of months, as his power would presumably be greatly less if he moved entirely to the surface like Kel.
* The intermediate document adds that Jastev is the only God of Light whose company Charl regularly keeps. There is no special relationship noted between Jaysek and Shaal.
* In the intermediate documentation he is described as having needed to be commanded six times by Koar to join a meeting of the other gods. This probably originates in the Conclave documentation from the Master Atlas, which says even Shaal has to come when an actual Conclave is convened. This has only happened in the ICE lore a dozen times ever in the past two hundred thousand years.
* In the intermediate documentation there is no reference to some races or cultures thinking of him as a female deity. In the much later Krolvin religion document the chief god is interpreted to be Khar'ta, who has been claimed (e.g. by [[Glethad]]) to really be Charl.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "Lord of the Seas".

===Intermediate: Charl===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Charl

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Oceans, Storms, Revolution

'''The God of the sea, father to Niima, sometimes called "The Destroyer", because his anger is like the very worst of sea storms. It is said that he does not care much for creatures from land, and is rarely seen in his human form, preferring to take the form of a Merman, a whale, or a great dolphin. In human form, he is a burly man with blue-white hair and beard, pale skin, and blue eyes which reflect his moody demeanor. He wields a great trident of greenish alloy set with emerald points.'''

Living apart from his brethren, Charl dwells constantly in the seas of Elanthia, joining the other Gods only when Koar commands. Legend holds that Koar had to send for Charl six times before he appeared. When Koar demanded to know why he was so disobedient, Charl replied that he was always the most obedient of Koar’s servants, but that the waters of the six oceans of the world flowed through his veins, and none could come without the others.

Charl is a dark and violent god, and is renowned for his drastic mood swings. He cares little for the land dwelling races on Elanthia, and is likely to swat a nearby chip with a storm as he is to let it pass untouched. Because of this he is feared by seaman, and few pray to him for fear they might attract his attention. For the same reason, clerics serving Charl, although seldom welcome, rarely come to harm in any place frequented by seamen.

He is also the god of storms of all sorts, and more than one despotic tyrant, overthrown by an angry mob marching under a stormy sky, has sworn it was Charl’s hand that laid him low.

Some clergy contend that Charl is at heart a God of Darkness. Still, there is little doubt that he swears fealty to Koar, and for that reason, if for no other, he is numbered with the Gods of Light.

Charl’s symbol is an emerald trident on a field of blue, or alternately, a silver dolphin on a field of blue.
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Charl
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Oceans, Storms, Revolution
Humanoid Manifestation: A towering man with a beard of seaweed and algae, blue and grey robes, and wielding a trident. Charl rarely appears except in the sea or the heart of a storm, and only his lower half is a fish's tail.
Manner: Stern, Angry, Quick-tempered

Charl is the God of the Sea.

Living apart from his brethren, Charl dwells constantly in the seas of Elanthia, joining the other Gods only when Koar commands. Legend holds that Koar once had to send for Charl six times before he appeared. When Koar demanded to know why he was so disobedient, Charl replied that he was always the most obedient of Koar's servants, but that the waters of the six oceans of the world flowed through his veins, and none could come without the others.

Charl is a dark and violent god, and is renowned for his drastic mood swings. He cares little for the land dwelling races on Elanthia, and is as likely to swat a nearby ship with a storm as he is to let it pass untouched. Because of this he is feared by seamen, and few pray to him for fear they might attract his attention. For the same reason clerics serving Charl, although seldom welcome, rarely come to harm in any place frequented by seamen.

He is also the god of storms of all sorts, and more than one despotic tyrant, overthrown by an angry mob marching under a stormy sky, has sworn that it was Charl's hand that laid him low.

Some clergy contend that Charl is at heart a God of Darkness. Still, there is little doubt that he swears fealty to Koar, and for that reason, if for no other, he is numbered with the Gods of Light.

Charl's symbol is an emerald trident on a field of blue, or alternately, a silver dolphin on a field of blue.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Charl-
God of the sea, he is sometimes called "The Destroyer" because his anger is like the worst sea storms. He doesn't care much for creatures on land. (Shaal)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Charl -
'''God of the sea, father to Niima, he is sometimes called "The Destroyer" because his anger is like the worst sea storms. He doesn't care much for creatures on land, and is rarely seen in his human form - preferring to take the form of a Merman, whale or great dolphin. In human form, he's a burly man with blue-white hair and beard, pale skin and blue eyes which refelect his moody demeanor. He weilds a great trident of greenish alloy set with emerald points.''' His shrine is located along the Coastal Cliffs. (Shaal)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer. Imaera chose the autumn, while Lorminstra reigned over winter, the season of death. ''The raging seas were Charl's domain.''
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===Modern: Charl===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Charl's shrine on the Coastal Cliffs was built during the I.C.E. Age. The Illistim water mage society has had a bad run-in with Charl. [[Talon Isle]] seems to be an homage to the [[Pillar of the Gods]] from [[Shadow World]], accessed through the [[Navigator]] obelisk in Danjirland (retconned as an old [[Chronomage]] obelisk in 2016), the top of "the talon" having a sea glass altar to Charl.

Charl is a patron of the [[Nalfein]] and was a patron of the [[Ashrim]]. He is actively disliked by the Vaalor, Ardenai, and Loenthra. The Illistim do not actively dislike him as a whole, but he gives them a "distinctly bad taste." Charl's Pride is a flagship of the human imperial navy. It has been asserted (e.g. by [[Glethad]]) that the krolvin god Khar'ta is Charl, which means they interpret Charl as the highest of the gods rather than Koar.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in aquamarine, coral, thunder egg geodes, and mermaid's-tear sapphires. March in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Charlatos. The History of Elementals document from around 2002 (originally titled Elementals: The Children of the Planes) establishes that [[Nelemar]] will defer to Charl if Charl takes interest in matters of his domain.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[History of Elementals#Nelemar|History of Elementals]] (2002?)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Story of Niima and Charl]] (2014)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Imperial Navy|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Imperial Navy]] (2015)
*[[Origins of Ghezresh]] (2018)

==Cholen==

===I.C.E. Age: Kieron===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Blue. Hair: Dark Brown. Build: Slight. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Playful; Mocking. Dress: Highly varied clothing. True Attitude: Self-infatuated. Home: Orhan. Aka: Davix (Myri), The Bard.

God of festivals, including the performing arts (music, plays, some poetry). He plays a stringed instrument called the ''Quindera'' and has a hypnotic singing voice. He is called upon to bless wine and ale, and to aid in recovery from hangovers.

Also a prankster, he will often pose as his twin Jaysek (the two are 'naturally' identical, except that Kieron's eyes are blue), causing mischief on Kulthea. Although Kieron's clothing tastes are quite varied, he will often don a short tunic of sheer silk.

He is somewhat of a lustful god, appearing in many attractive forms - including that of a beautiful woman - to seduce unwary Kultheans.

- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1089.html Tomes of Kulthea #1089] (1990)
- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 31 (1989)

'''Kieron:''' Patron of festivals and holidays, Kieron is also promoter of the performing arts. He is lusty, seductive and the most frivolous of the pantheon. Kieron is the twin brother (and in many ways the mirror image) of Jaysek.

'''Kieron and Teris:''' Most playful and immature of the pantheon, these two often exhibit childish tendencies, exacerbated when they are together.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 160
* ''Hits:'' 700
* ''Melee:'' +520 (rapier), +500 (missile)
* ''Mana:'' 14,560 (2,080 base, 7x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Bard
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 160, Directed Spells OB 320. Knows all Bard and Mentalist Base lists. Knows the Mystic Base lists Confusing Ways, Hiding, and Mystical Change to 50th level. Knows all Open and Closed Mentalist lists to 50th level. Knows all Monteblanc lists from Rolemaster Companion III.
* ''Quindera:'' Lute-like instrument. Very complex to play.
* ''Rapier:'' +50 Keron alloy holy weapon.
* ''Main Gauche:'' Casts "Total Deflect True", subtracting 100 from all attacks in every direction. Can also be used as a shield and to parry any attack.
* ''Lockpick Kit:'' Magical devices assortment, aids in picking almost any lock.
* ''Cloak:'' Matches color to surroundings, otherwise black hooded full length. +100 to hiding.
* ''Longbow:'' +60, 3x normal range. 30 arrows with holy laen tips. Pale wood.

'''Development:'''
* Cloudlords of Tanara; page 11 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 31 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 107-108; p.99-100 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 145-146 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 95 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Cloudlords of Tanara'' (1984), page 11, the Myri call him Davis "the drunk", the "Master of Parties and Festivals" and fermenting drinks. Late in the Master Atlas this is retconned to be their name for Kieron.
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts the Myri of Tanara venerate Kieron.
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition (1992) p.99-100 there is a vignette of Kieron and Jaysek talking to each other in the void of space above the planet, pondering the identity of the Nameless One (who is Tethior the Smith). Jaysek says he hasn't tried hard to figure it out, but the guy has blocked his spells and dodged his priests. Kieron thinks it has to be Andraax, and accidentally triggers a monstrous hail storm while swirling cloud formations over Jaiman with his finger. (Interestingly, Jaysek questions how the Nameless One knows these disasters before they happen, when Jaysek himself does prophesies.)
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition (1992) a line is added saying his hair is most often shoulder length in a ponytail.
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (2001) he is immortal but appears around 20. His clothing is elaborated to say it is "usually flamboyant", though the tunic of sheer silk line is unchanged.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) it says some theologies regard Kieron and Jaysek as the sons of Kuor and Valris, and others hold instead that Valris created Kieron from a grapevine and Jaysek from a feather quill. In the intermediate period of GemStone III it is instead asserted Cholen and Jastev are the sons of Imaera and Eonak.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he gains the title "Lord of Music and Dance." It is elaborated that he impersonates his brother Jaysek by pretending to deliver serious prophesies to seers and mentalists. He also serves as a muse for musicians, artists, and playwrights. It adds a line to the part about seducing unwary mortals, saying that as often as not, once he has them at his mercy he may suddenly change his mind or wander off distracted.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) he gains two special abilities. His 2x/day "Song of Senselessness" has a 300 foot range, where those who do not ward it gradually enter a drunk mental state, losing 10 to all actions such as perception and combat each round until hitting -100. Emotional states are heightened (e.g. happy/angry drunks), and they pass out and have hang overs for some number of hours. He also gains a 5x/day "Water to Wine" ability, turning water in containers to wine, ale, or beer.
* Kieron is described as having a 7x powerpoint multiplier, but like Jaysek there is no artifact specified for it.
* In the Order of Vult monastery (Voln monastery, Landing) stained glass just past the gate, he is depicted with his Quindera. The word was changed to Kindana. It is described as a lute-like instrument. In the intermediate documentation this is changed to just say "lute."
* Jaysek and Kieron are interpreted as two aspects of the same god in some cultures. While they are "twins" and "brothers", the premise that he is the younger brother, and that Imaera and Eonak are their parents does not appear until the intermediate documentation.
* In the intermediate documentation his clothing is flamboyant, like it will become in Master Atlas 3rd Edition, but his cloak is now "patches of every color and shape imaginable" instead of stealth camouflaging.
* In the intermediate documentation he is explicitly named as the god of humor, consistent with the Order of Vult (Voln) steps. The part about seduction is removed, but the gender swapping is kept, saying instead he does it for pranks instead of lust.
* In the modern documentation the humor is emphasized even more, with Cholen gaining the title "the Jester." The intermediate document did not mention his own appearance; his blue eyes are retained, his hair changed to "summer-sun gold." Jastev's appearance varies across ages and Cholen retains his identity morphing pranks, so there is no premise of their being twins after the very initial [[History of Elanthia]] document, whereas Phoen and Ronan are the ones now almost identical and Laethe/Voaris are twins (with different hair colors) instead of the single god Baeris.

===Intermediate: Cholen===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Cholen

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Festivals, Performing Arts, Humor

'''He has a beautiful singing voice and is said to play various musical instruments. He’s the opposite of his twin, Jastev, God of Visual Arts and Magic. Cheerful and mischievous, he’s called upon to bless wine and aid with recovery from hangovers. He’s been known to seduce mortals, sometimes in the form of a woman just for fun. He appears in mortal form as a tall, slight young man with blue eyes and flowing dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.'''

Offspring of Imaera and Eonak, younger twin to Jastev.

Patron of celebrations and all that goes with them, Cholen is renowned for his bright demeanor, his mastery of music, song, and dance, and of his mischievous nature. All performing skills commonly seen at festivals fall within his domain, and muttered prayers to Cholen are not uncommon among jugglers, actors, and bards who frequently perform at them.

The many comedies whose plots revolve around mistaken identity and cross-gender disguises owe their basis, at least in part, to Cholen’s penchant for cross-gender pranks, although his disguises are generally acknowledged as being more complete than most acting troupes could ever manage.

Cholen’s symbol is a crimson lute on a field of gold.
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Cholen
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Festivals, Performing Arts, Humor
Humanoid Manifestation: Arrayed in fine but exaggerated clothing, Cholen's favors a great cloak with patches of every color and shape imaginable.
Demeanor: playful; mocking

Cholen is the God of Festivals and the performing arts. Offspring of Imaera and Eonak, and younger brother to Jastev.
Patron of celebrations and all that goes with them, Cholen is renowned for his bright demeanor, his mastery of music, song, and dance, and of his mischievous nature. All performing skills commonly seen at festivals fall within his domain, and muttered prayers to Cholen are not uncommon among jugglers, actors, and bards who frequently perform at them.

The many comedies whose plots revolve around mistaken identity and cross-gender disguises owe their basis, at least in part, to Cholen's penchant for cross-gender pranks, although his disguises are generally acknowledged as being more complete than most acting troupes could ever manage.
Cholen's symbol is a crimson lute on a field of gold.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Cholen-
God of festivals, and performing arts He's the opposite of his twin, cheerful and mischevious. He too has seduced mortals, sometimes in the form of a woman, just for fun. (Keiron)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Cholen -
'''God of festivals, and performing arts, "The Bard". He has a beautiful singing voice and is said to play various musical instruments. He's the opposite of his twin, Jastev, God of visual arts and magic. Cheerful and mischevious, he's called upon to bless wine and aid with recovery from hangovers. He's been known to seduce mortals, sometimes in the form of a woman just for fun. He appears in mortal form as a tall, slight young man with blue eyes and flowing dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.''' Shrine - unknown. (Keiron)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Jastev's followers celebrated visual arts, and developed a gift of prophecy, ''while his twin Cholen became the god of festivals and performing arts.'' Tonis, remarkable for his speed and determination, became the messenger of the gods. Over all of them ruled Koar, with a firm but gentle hand.
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===Modern: Cholen===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Jastev and Cholen are given a brother named Tarandel in an origins document from 2018. The legend holds they were born to Imaera and Eonak during a cyvail, when two or three drakes would sing in communion, and joined the drakes in their song. In this version Cholen is focused on weaving complex melodies while Tarandel was on the lyrics of songs. Cholen has supposedly disappeared in misery after Tarandel's death in the Ur-Daemon War until a still mortal Tilamaire found him and convinced him the world needed song. This is the elaborated explanation of the modern Tilamaire description about impressing Cholen.

There is a group in the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2015) document called the Children of Many Colors. However, this is actually a Lumnis group owing to her multi-colored rings, rather than Cholen with his many colored cloak. Cholen has an amphitheater (2018) in Solhaven. Cholen is a patron of the Loenthra Elves. However, the Illistim regard him as frivolous, and the Vaalor actively dislike him. The gem document has his worshippers placing significance on amethysts, pyrite, and blue sapphires. July 14th in the real world corresponds in the Elanthia [[calendar]] to [[Cholen's Eve]].

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire]] (2018)

==Eonak==

===I.C.E. Age: Iorak===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Brown. Hair: Black. Build: Bulky Muscular. Height: 6'2"/12'. Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Dark Tan/Brown. Demeanor: Impatient, Surly, Distracted. Dress: Sturdy cloth/leather garments. True Attitude: Gentle, Uncomfortable among others. Home: Orhan.

Husband of Iloura and Smith of the gods, Iorak is physically strong but not the match in combat of Cay or Kuor. With his dark complexion, black hair and beard, Iorak is an imposing character, an appearance which belies his gentle nature. He almost never leaves his great smithies on Orhan. In fact, he is somewhat of a recluse, avoiding many of the social gatherings frequented by the gods and their aides.

Iorak has made all of the items used by the Lords of Orhan, and is in most ways the most powerful Smith of the Kulthean system. However, an occasional Human or Elven smith has risen above Iorak's incredible yet 'workmanlike' abilities to produce an item of surpassing beauty or elegant power. The Smith Tethior was among this very small group.

- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1091.html Tomes of Kulthea #1091] (1990)
- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 32 (1989)

'''Iloura and Iorak:''' It might seem that the earth-mother and the metal-worker would be at odds (their followers often are), but Iloura and her husband have achieved a harmony of sorts.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 170
* ''Hits:'' 750
* ''Melee:'' +480 (two handed sword), +460 (heavy crossbow)
* ''Mana:'' 17,680 (2,210 base, 8x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Alchemist
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 170, Directed Spells OB 340. All Alchemist, Mage, Runemaster, Arcane Base Lists. All Open and Closed Essence lists.
* ''Tools:'' Special, enchanted tools for smithing and crafting.
* ''Mask:'' Sheet of clear laen. Intelligent. Displays as visual overlay the components and powers of any magic item. Protects his face, head, and neck against heat/cold/other dangers.
* ''Ring:'' x8 PowerPoint enhancer.
* ''Gloves:'' Heat/cold resistant. Allows him to grasp with strength of a vise or powerful tongs.
* ''Forge:'' Vast complex for every type of crafting. He also manages mining on the moon for the materials he needs.
* ''Sword:'' Two handed sword. +60 Irgaak. (+65 total, all criticals doubled.) Casts Total Deflect True. Can deflect any spells cast against wielder.
* ''Heavy Crossbow:'' 3x damage, 3x range, automatically reloads each round.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 32 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 108 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141-142 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 146 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 96-97 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Demons of the Burning Night'' (1989) it is established that Iorak imprisoned some of the Black Hel gods in meteoric eog.
* In ''Jaiman: Land of Twilight'' (1989) p. 22 it asserts that Iorak tends to be venerated by Dwarves and High Elves, the latter of which are also known for craftsmanship.
* In the original [[A Popular History of Melgorehn's Reach|documentation]] for [[Melgorehn's Reach]] (~1991) the dwarves of the mountain named it Iorak's Reach, which is why the lake is still called Lake Eonak. This archaic name is implied in the first Order of Voln step. [[Melgorehn]]'s dragon skyship crashed near this location, but that warlock's association with the mountain is murky. The mountain in the story was made by a wizard named Loul.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition'' (1992) it establishes he appears around 30.
* The material iorake seems to be GemStone III specific, and became eonake later. Its present lore became official around 2001.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) his special abilities section gains a note about his having superior alchemical and smithing skills beyond anything known on Kulthea.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) his appearance is changed to 35. The line "most powerful Smith" is changed to "most powerful Artificer", but he is given the title "The Smith." Eonak was referred to as the "Artificer" of the gods in the intermediate period of GemStone III.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) a paragraph is added saying some religions say Iorak created the physical form of all the races on the planet, and that Iloura did the same for all the other flora and fauna. Eissa provided the waters from her [[River of Life]], which Kuor rained upon them to give them life. Imaera gains a role similar to this in the intermediate period of GemStone III.
* In the intermediate period Eonak is made short along with a large dwarf form, but still wears leather garments. He is missing his left arm and has replaced it with a veil iron prosthetic. His demeanor remains unchanged. "Husband" becomes "Consort". He retains lines about having made the artifacts o the gods and spending most of his time in his forge, but with a line added about coming out from decrees by Koar or the soft words of Imaera. Eonak is described as the inanimate material analog to Imaera. A line is added about personifying success via hard work over natural gifts alone (triumph over adversity.)
* In the intermediate documentation he is given the role of father of Jastev and Cholen. In the modern documentation he is also the father of Tarandel. This is not the case in the I.C.E. versions. In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) some religions believe Jaynor (Jaston) is the son Iloura and Iorak.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "Master of the Forge." A line is added about taking the dwarves under his wing after the Ur-Daemon War. He is explicitly named patron of dwarves, which is implied in the earlier History of Elanthia document.

===Intermediate: Eonak===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Eonak
Greater God

Spheres of Power: Craftsmanship, Labor, Triumph over Adversity

'''Smith of the Gods, husband to Imaera. While strong, he is no match for Kai. He is extremely skilled in his craft however, and has made all the weapons used by the gods of Liabo. being a master of his work, ever intent on producing the best quality possible, this has made him somewhat of a recluse, keeping to his smithy and avoiding social settings. Appearing thirty-something, burly, with black hair and deep brown eyes, he is an imposing sight which offsets his gentle nature.'''

Eonak spends most of his time at his forge. He is more at home there than anywhere else, and at times only a decree from Koar or the soft words of Imaera can separate him from it.

Often considered a strange pairing, Imaera and Eonak are each masters of crafting, although their choices of substances is vastly different. Imaera’s crafting is of living things, of cycles and seasons and balance. Eonak’s crafting is of inanimate things, yet even as Imaera’s, his creations must fulfill their purposes, achieve a balance of beauty and utility, and all, even as Imaera’s do, contain some part of him that marks them as creations of Eonak’s hand.

Eonak personifies success won by hard work rather than natural gifts alone. Legends differ as to how Eonak lost his arm, but all agree that the veil iron arm he spent lifetimes crafting is the greatest piece of craftsmanship ever undertaken and serves him better than the original.

Eonak’s symbol is a golden anvil on a field of brown.
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Eonak
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Craftsmanship, Labor, Triumph over Adversity
Humanoid Manifestation: Eonak is heavily muscled, either a short Man or large Dwarf, and wears the leather garments of a blacksmith. His left arm is missing, replaced by a veil iron prosthetic.
Demeanor: impatient, surly, distracted

Eonak is the Artificer of the gods. He is the Consort of Imaera.

Maker of all of the fantastic items used by the gods, Eonak spends most of his time at his forge. He is more at home there than anywhere else, and at times only a decree from Koar or the soft words of Imaera can separate him from it.

Often considered a strange pairing, Imaera and Eonak are each masters of crafting, although their choices of substances is vastly different. Imaera's crafting is of living things, of cycles and seasons and balance. Eonak's crafting is of inanimate things, yet even as Imaera's, his creations must fulfill their purposes, achieve a balance of beauty and utility, and all, even as Imaera's do, contain some part of him that marks them as creations of Eonak's hand.

Eonak personifies success won by hard work rather than natural gifts alone. Legend differ as to how Eonak lost his arm, but all agree that the veil iron arm he spent lifetimes crafting is the greatest piece of craftsmanship ever under taken and serves him better than the original.

Eonak's symbol is a golden anvil on a field of brown.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Eonak-
Smith of the gods, husband to Imaera. While strong, he is no match for Kai. He is extremely skilled in his craft however, and has made all the weapons used by the gods of Liabo. (Iorak)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Eonak -
'''Smith of the gods, husband to Imaera. While strong, he is no match for Kai. He is extremely skilled in his craft however, and has made all the weapons used by the gods of Liabo. Being a master of his work, ever intent on producing the best quality possible, this has made him somewhat of a recluse, keeping to his smithy and avoiding social settings. Appearing thirty-something, burly, with black hair and deep brown eyes, he is an imposing sight which offsets his gentle nature. Shrine - unknown.''' (Iorak)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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These Arkati are those whom we today call gods. It is said that, in these early days, they walked the land as teachers, leaders, and guides. Imaera took the people of the forests, and taught them to be one with the land. ''Eonak showed the folk of the stone how to mine riches from the mountains.'' Oleani adopted the smaller folk of the valleys, instilling in them a joy for life and a special gift for growing things.
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===Modern: Eonak===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Around 1999 the Glaes Caverns were added to Teras Isle, where a huge veil iron cage imprisons an Ur-Daemon encased in glaes. This was presumably done by Eonak, who made a veil iron prosthetic arm for himself. The lore for [[eonake]] was not made official until around 2001. In the Cholen origins document it is established Eonak is also the father of a dead Arkati named Tarandel. In the dwarven lore there is a river of lava under the DragonSpine Mountain's called [[Eonak's Belt]].

The Golden Smiths are a group in the Turamzzyrian Empire rumored to have secret divine knowledge from him. The Green Sisters celebrate the marriage of Imaera and Eonak annually in Imaerasta with the Festival of the Land's Bounty. Eonak is a patron of House Vaalor. He is actively disliked by House Loenthra. The gems document has his worshippers not favoring any specific gem. Petrified pieces of wood are sometimes used in wedding ceremonies. Otherwise talismans of metal or simple unadorned stone are preferred. November in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known at Eonatos.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [[History of Dwarves]] (2002)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Golden Smiths|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Golden Smiths]] (2015)
* [[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire]] (2018)

==Imaera==

===I.C.E. Age: Iloura===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Hazel. Hair: Auburn. Build: Full-proportioned yet not overweight. Height: 6'2". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/F. Skin: Ruddy. Demeanor: Warm, Hospitable. Dress: Green and brown robes. True Attitude: Caring, Motherly. Home: Orhan. Aka: Illila (to Myri), Earth-mother.

Goddess of the Earth (and the Harvest/Autumn), she is the mistress of growing things, of plants and animals of the lands. Iloura wears flowing robes of green and brown, and her auburn hair is often adorned with flowers and colorful leaves. Her eyes are large and hazel, framed by soft features; she frequently appears on Kulthea in the form of a deer or other fleet-footed animal. Harvest festivals are the time she is most honored, and many peoples of the Shadow World give thanks to her for bountiful returns. Her husband is Iorak the Smith.

- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1086.html Tomes of Kulthea #1086] (1990)
- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 30 (1989)

'''Iloura:''' The earth-mother, she is linked with autumn and the harvest. She is also mistress of all growing things, especially flora. Iloura is wife of Iorak.

'''Iloura and Iorak:''' It might seem that the earth-mother and the metal-worker would be at odds (their followers often are), but Iloura and her husband have achieved a harmony of sorts.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 160
* ''Hits:'' 640
* ''Melee:'' +320 (quarterstaff), +320 (missile)
* ''Mana:'' 14,000 (2,000 base, 7x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Animist/Ranger (Druid)
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 160, Directed Spells OB 320 (Earthbolt, uses Icebolt attack and Impact criticals.) Knows all Animist and Ranger Base lists to 50th level. All Druid and Beastmaster Base lists from Rolemaster Companion I and Arcane Coven Base lists from Rolemaster Companion III to 50th. Unique fatal channeling that transforms target into a tree or large plant appropriate to the environment. This does not have its own name, its effectiveness is compared to Reaan's Sleep.
* ''Special Abilities:'' Iloura can command all foliage within 5 miles, within the limits of their capabilities.
* ''Earthstaff:'' +40 Quarterstaff, 7x powerpoint multiplier. Tall staff that seemingly grows and shifts in appearance between various types of tree with leafy branches sprouting from top. Shoots "rootlings" that grapple the target, critical on first attack allowing it to attack on every round. They only immobilize unless Iloura orders them to kill.
* ''Robes:'' Green and brown. +200 to hiding bonus while outdoors. AT 17 (ASG 17).
* ''Garland:'' Crown of living leaves and flowers. Acts as helm. Prevents head and neck criticals 70% of the time.

'''Development:'''
* Cloudlords of Tanara; page 11 (1984)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 30 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49, 70-71 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 106 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 145 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 94-95 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Cloudlords of Tanara'' (1984), page 11, the Myri call her Illila the "mistress of the earth." Later in the Master Atlas this is retconned to be their name for Iloura.
* In ''Jaiman: Land of Twilight'' (1989), page 22, it asserts Iloura tends to be venerated by wood elves and fauns.
* In the ''Shadow World Master Atlas'' (all editions) Oriana is described as "the Earth-goddess" in the Phaon description in spite of Iloura being the actual Earth goddess who is called "the earth-mother." This is presumably the seed of the later Oleani/Imaera overlap.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition'' (1990) the Shrines of Iloura are described as special places of power. She has hundreds of small rural shrines in the wilderness, where her symbol is always present over the entrance as three leaves in a branch. The altar uses herbs to be burned as incense granting visions. Her shrine on what is now called Lake Marliese is based on this documentation. It was designed by GMs Fawn and Kygar, and was involved in the 1994 storyline for the ruined village nearby.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition'' (2001) her appearance is specified as seeming 30.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) she is given the title "Lady of the Earth" and said to be a fertility goddess in some cultures. Prior to this point there is no overlap between Oriana and Iloura.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it is specified that many cultures (often the more primitive) ''only'' worship Iloura, Phaon, and Kuor as the gods of earth, sun, and sky/rain. It also adds a line to her fatal channeling that says only Iloura can change the target back from their plant form.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) the Iorak section states that some religions believe he made the physical forms of the races of the world and Iloura made the forms of the other flora and fauna. Imaera had this religious role in GemStone III beginning in the intermediate period.
* In the initial De-ICE, Imaera is described as having the people of the forest and the autumn, while Oleani gains a "growing things" quality with the "smaller folk of the valleys."
* The intermediate documentation makes Oleani the goddess of "cultivation" and mortal fertility, shifting Imaera's focus to the unfettered wilds and native animals. She retains her role as harvest goddess, but the premise is that she is required for the initial "spark of life."
* The intermediate documentation credits her with the creation of most species including several human-like ones, being the master flesh worker and patron of healers. In the ICE history most races originated in Lord of Essaence experiments, though in ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' some religions credit this to Iorak, and hold she created the flora and fauna. Later in 2003 there is another (non-ICE) goddess L'Naere who tried to rescue life forms off world (and similarly fashioned life), which in the ICE lore was done by the Lords of Orhan during the Lords of Essaence civil war.
* The intermediate documentation establishes her opposition to the twisting and deformation of life by the Dark Gods. In the modern documentation this is elaborated as her having been the one who focused on healing the damage of the Ur-Daemon War. In the ICE lore the nymphs from Orhan healed the lands, where the dryads (tree spirits) served Iloura.
* The intermediate documentation introduces the premise that Jastev and Cholen are the offspring of Imaera and Eonak. Iloura and Iorak were always consorts in the ICE version, but with no relation to Jaysek and Kieron. Jastev and Cholen much later are described as being born to Imaera and Eonak during a dragon cyvail with a third brother named Tarandel. The later ICE lore has some theologies believing Jaysek and Kieron are instead sons of Kuor and Valris, and some religions hold that Jaynor (Jaston) is the son of Iorak and Iloura.
* The intermediate documentation changes her symbol and bifurcates it by culture. Farmers who worship her use "a golden sheaf of grain on a field of green" and "elves" use "a brown doe on a field of green." Her manner is changed to "exuberant."
* The modern gods document specifies that she is the patron of the sylvan elves and titles her "Lady of the Green." It keeps her description as a young woman dressed in robes of leaves and flowers. It changes the references of "elves" to more specifically "sylvan elves." Her manner remains "exuberant."
* In the modern documentation she created Jaston from the body of a dead sylvan, and granted immorality to the giantman Kuon, in the aftermath of the Ur-Daemon War. These are Jaynor and Quen in the ICE version, who are very similar. However, there is no stated relationship between them and Iloura, and they are Spirits of Orhan not demi-gods or ascended.
* The modern gods document adds "nature" to her sphere of influence and rearranges the other terms after it.

===Intermediate: Imaera===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Greater Goddess

Spheres of Power: Autumn, Harvest, Healing, Plants and Animals

'''She wears robes of green and brown, and adorns her auburn hair with flowers and leaves - when she isn’t in deer form. Her eyes are wide and hazel colored, framed by soft features. She is honored at harvest festivals for her bountiful contributions of our land. her husband is Eonak the Smith.'''

While Oleani’s realm is cultivation, and the fertility of mortals, Imaera’s realm is the wilds and unfettered nature.

As the Goddess of Life and of growing things, hers are the plants and animals native to the land. Credited with the creation of most of the species on Elanthia, and with several of the human-like races, she is the mistress of shaping flesh, bone, and plant to suit any need. As such, her blessing is often sought by those who practice the healing arts. Imaera is also the Goddess of the Harvest and so of the bounty which the land produces in its cycle of life. While Oleani oversees cultivation and agriculture, the final blessing of Imaera is needed for the spark of life.

All of the aspects of Imaera are in direct opposition to the twisting and deformation of life forms practiced by some of the Dark Gods, and of the senseless destruction of life and land that most of their minions undertake as a matter of course.

Imaera’s symbol is a golden sheaf of grain on a field of green when she is worshipped by farmers. The elves ascribe to her a brown doe on a field of green.

'''Imaera’s shrine is located on an island on Lake Marliese.'''
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Imaera
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Autumn, Harvest, Healing, Plants and Animals
Humanoid Manifestation: A young woman, often elven, dressed in robes of leaves and flowers.
Manner: Exuberant

Imaera is the Goddess of the Nature and Autumn. While Oleani's realm is cultivation and the fertility of mortals, Imaera's realm is the wilds and unfettered nature. Her consort is Eonak, without who's rocky soil, no plant could grow.

As the Goddess of Life and of growing things, hers are the plants and animals native to the land. Credited with the creation of most of the species on Elanthia, and with several of the human-like races, she is the mistress of shaping flesh, bone, and plant to suit any need. As such her blessing is often sought by those who practice the healing arts.

Imaera is also the Goddess of the Harvest and so of the bounty which the land produces in its cycle of life. While Oleani oversees cultivation and agriculture, the final blessing of Imaera is needed for the spark of life. Because of this she is often honored in autumn festivals.

All of the aspects of Imaera are in direct opposition to the twisting and deformation of life forms practiced by some of the Dark Gods, and of the senseless destruction of life and land that most of their minions undertake as a matter of course.

Imaera's symbol is a golden sheaf of grain on a field of green when she is worshipped by farmers. The elves ascribe to her a brown doe on a field of green.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Imaera-
Gentle goddess of plants, animals and the earth. She wears robes of green and
brown, and adorns her hair with flowers and leaves - when she isn't in deer
form. She is honored at harvest festivals. Her husband is Eonak. (Iloura)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Imaera -
'''Gentle goddess of plants, animals and the earth. She wears robes of green and brown, and adorns her auburn hair with flowers and leaves - when she isn't in deer form. Her eyes are wide and hazel colored, framed by soft features. She is honored at harvest festivals for her bountiful contributions of our land. Her husband is Eonak the Smith. Her shrine is located on an island in Silver Lake.''' (Iloura)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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These Arkati are those whom we today call gods. It is said that, in these early days, they walked the land as teachers, leaders, and guides. ''Imaera took the people of the forests, and taught them to be one with the land.'' Eonak showed the folk of the stone how to mine riches from the mountains. Oleani adopted the smaller folk of the valleys, instilling in them a joy for life and a special gift for growing things.

Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer. ''Imaera chose the autumn,'' while Lorminstra reigned over winter, the season of death.
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===Modern: Imaera===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
The later development of sylvan history documentation has the elves largely splitting over agriculture and sedentary lifestyles, with the sylvans instead favoring nature and forming a religion centered on Imaera. Imaera has appeared in animal form such as a doe on occasion. She is the favored patron of House [[Ardenai]]. Imaera's temple in Solhaven was redesigned at one point to be wilder, removing the cultivation/harvest aspects, which was controversial. Imaera remains on overlapping ground with Oleani in this way.

The Green Sisters and the Reeds of Jes'Tamaline are groups in the Turamzzyrian Empire with Imaera background. The Green Sisters celebrate the marriage of Imaera and Eonak annually in Imaerasta with the Festival of the Land's Bounty. The gems document has her worshippers placing significance in amber, chrysoprase, and emeralds. September in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Imaerasta.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[History of the Sylvan Elves]] (2003)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Green Sisters|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Green Sisters, The Reeds of Jes'Tamaline]] (2015)
*[[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire]] (2018)

==Jastev==

===I.C.E. Age: Jaysek===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Hazel. Hair: Dark Brown. Build: Slight. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Pouting; Sullen. Dress: Dark, monochrome clothing. True Attitude: Self-possessed. Home: Orhan. Aka: The Poet.

God of Visual Art and Magic, twin brother of Kieron - and like his brother, he is lean and beautiful. Very serious and at times sullen, he occasionally takes to writing morbid poetry. He wears black or grey garments, and has been seen on the ''Shadow World'' astride a dark horse, wearing a black, hooded cloak and speaking dark prophesies.

Jaysek composed (or has claimed to compose) many of Kulthea's alphabets. He is the patron of Illusionists, Mystics, Seers and some Scribes.

Jaysek at one time took an interest in the ''Duranaki'' race in Tanara, and has adopted their favored weapon: the Kynac.

- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1088.html Tomes of Kulthea #1088] (1990)
- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 30 (1989)

'''Jaysek:''' Somber and thoughtful, Jaysek is associated with visual art, poetry, and Magic in its purest sense. At times positively morbid, he often goes to Kulthea in dark disguise to spout grim prophesies. He is twin brother of Kieron.

'''Reann and Jaysek:''' The moody, often grim pair will frequently travel to Kulthea together.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 160
* ''Hits:'' 700
* ''Melee:'' +460 melee, +420 missile
* ''Mana:'' 13,720 (1,960 base, 7x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Seer/Mystic
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 160, Directed Spell OB 320 (Fire Bolt). Knows all Mystic, Illusionist, and Seer Base lists. Knows all Loremaster "Lore"-related lists and all Scribe lists.
* ''Long Kynac:'' +50 Keron alloy long knife, strikes as a rapier. Of Slaying demons. Cannot be fumbled.
* ''Kynacs (4):'' Throwing returner knives, shorter versions of Long Kynac. +40 rapier. 3x normal throwing range, up to 150 feet without penalty, up to 300 feet at -25. Can throw all four in one round, up to two simultaneous targets.
* ''Armor:'' Black Dragonskin, platinum fittings. AT 18 (ASG 18).
* ''Orb:'' Intelligent spherical crysal with wry personality. Allows user to cast all Seer spell lists freely and in combinations.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 30 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 107; p.99-100 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 145 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 92-93 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Jaysek tends to be venerated in Haalkitaine.
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition (1992) p.99-100 there is a vignette of Kieron and Jaysek talking to each other in the void of space above the planet, pondering the identity of the Nameless One (who is Tethior the Smith). Jaysek says he hasn't tried hard to figure it out, but the guy has blocked his spells and dodged his priests. Kieron thinks it has to be Andraax, and accidentally triggers a monstrous hail storm while swirling cloud formations over Jaiman with his finger. (Interestingly, Jaysek questions how the Nameless One knows these disasters before they happen, when Jaysek himself does prophesies.)
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition (1992) he appears roughly 20, adds line that he is not the Nameless One.
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (2001) his age is called immortal and still appearing 20. Specifies his clothing has platinum fasteners, wears simple jewelry. He is unchanged in the 4th Edition (2003).
* In Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) his poetry also includes depressing and tragic rather than just morbid. It says he appears as a normal man when riding his horse, and that he sometimes joins Reann at night. It adds that he is credited with inventing the Orhan Tarot, and that he is the patron of scholarly bards. It adds that he enjoys puzzles, word games, and mechanical devices.
* In Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) he gains the special ability of painting a glittering rune that acts as a Sign of Stunning or Sign of Striking (impact criticals) if the targets (60 degree arc) fail the resistance roll.
* In the winter season the full moon of Orhan is a holiday in [[Rhakhaan]] where Jaysek is revered. (Haalkitaine book, 1998.)
* He is described as having a 7x powerpoint multiplier, but the object that does it is not specified. Kieron has the same omission.
* Jaysek is the Lord of Orhan who defeated [[Lorgalis]] in the [[Wars of Dominion]]. Lorgalis was assumed to be killed, having disappeared. He actually went into hiding and recovered from his mortal wounds in a secret place of the [[Lords of Essaence]].
* In the Grand Campaign documentation for Shadow World, Jaysek has a forest temple near the Black Forest of Dir, which is a kind of refuge from the [[Shards]]. This would loosely be somewhere around Danjirland if it existed in GemStone.
* "The twins" in the context of I.C.E. Age lore refers Jaysek and Kieron being brothers, and in some cultures they are considered different aspects of the same being. Reann and Phaon are not related in Shadow World and Baeris does not have a brother. They also do not have designated parents, though in later lore some theologies say they are sons of Kuor and Valris, or that Valris created Jaysek from a feather quill and Kieron from a grapevine.
* There is no analog of our Gosaena in the Shadow World setting and no pantheon of neutrality, so the special relationship between her and him does not exist.
* There is no statement of a reason for Jaysek being sad and morbid, such as there is in the intermediate and modern forms blaming his prophetic powers. In the intermediate form he foresees the consequences of the actions of the Dark Gods and their followers. This is not specified for Jaysek.
* Jaysek is one of numerous Seer deities, and it is portrayed as a matter of casting spells, rather than innate special abilities.
* In the Landing's Voln monastery, originally Order of Vult (1994), the mural portrays him hooded with his dark horse. However, he is depicted holding a balance, while pointing at you with his other hand. This does not come from the Shadow World documentation.
* The intermediate document adds that he is the only God of Light whose company Charl regularly keeps. It contrasts the kind of information Lumnis and Jastev will provide followers. His clothing is changed from "black or grey" to "drab", his skin pale rather than fair, and his age appearance varies from young to old. His being the god of visual arts is motivated by preserving beauty for what will come later, which is not asserted for Jaysek, and the lore about his being God of Magic and originating alphabets is removed with more weight put on his prophesies. He is described as sad with "fits of inspiration and joy" whereas Jaysek is always sullen. Illusionists and scribes are removed from his patrons list. While "mystics and seers" remain, they are no longer defined professions outside of the I.C.E. Age context, where in spite of the ordinary use of the word "mystics" actually referred to his illusionist aspect rather than divination. His crystal ball becomes one of his symbols rather than an intelligent artifact.
* The modern document adds that he is the only Arkati who will speak to Gosaena at all, and gives him the title "the Soothsayer." It specifies he is the offspring of Imaera and Eonak, whereas the intermediate document only specifies this for Cholen. Jastev is the older brother.

===Intermediate: Jastev===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Jastev

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Visual Art, Prophecy

'''God of Visual Arts and Magic, older twin to Cholen, God of Festivals and Performing. He rivals Kai’s good looks with his own sensual hazel eyes, dark brown hair, fair skin and lean, handsome frame. He is very serious, sometimes sullen and morbid and wears black or dark grey garments. He is said to have originated many of Elanthia’s alphabets and runes.'''

He is the only God of Light who’s company Charl regularly keeps.

Given to a somber demeanor and periods of depression, Jastev’s knowledge of the future is portrayed as a double-edged sword, giving him warning of the consequences of the actions of the Dark Gods and their followers, yet also showing him more than any being would wish to know. It is said that having foreseen the end of the world and of all that he loves causes his darker moods.

His patronization of the visual arts is also attributed to his knowledge of the future, since he encourages the preservation of each moment of beauty, emotion, or tragedy for those who will come after.

Jastev is the patron of mystics and seers, and his blessing is often invoked by practitioners of the arts of foretelling. While Lumnis will provide her followers with knowledge of the skills of fishing, Jastev is not averse to giving the location of the nearest fish.

Jastev’s symbol is a black artist’s brush on a field of grey, alternately, it is a silver crystal ball on a field of grey.
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Jastev
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Visual Art (Painting, Sculpture, etc.), Prophecy Humanoid Manifestation: A pale man dressed in drab colors. His age varies from the youngest of boys to the oldest of greybeards.
Manner: Most often Sad, with fits of Inspiration and Joy

Jastev is the God of Visual Art and Prophecy. He is the only God of Light who's company Charl regularly keeps.

Given to a somber demeanor and periods of depression, Jastev's knowledge of the future is portrayed as a double-edged sword, giving him warning of the consequences of the actions of the Dark Gods and their followers, yet also showing him more than any being would wish to know. It is said that having foreseen the end of the World and of all that he loves causes his darker moods.

His patronization of the visual arts is also attributed to his knowledge of the future, since he encourages the preservation of each moment of beauty, emotion, or tragedy for those who will come after.

Jastev is the patron of mystics and seers, and his blessing is often invoked by practitioners of the arts of foretelling. While Lumnis will provide her followers with knowledge of the skills of fishing, Jastev is not averse to giving the location of the nearest fish.

Jastev's symbol is a black artist's brush on a field of grey, alternately it is a silver crystal ball on a field of grey.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Jastev-
God of visual arts and magic. With his twin Kieron, he rivals Kai's good looks. He is very serious, sometimes sullen and morbid. (Jaysek)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Jastev -
'''God of visual arts and magic, twin to Cholen, God of festivals and performing. He rivals Kai's good looks with his own sensual hazel eyes, dark brown hair, fair skin and lean, handsome frame. He is very serious, sometimes sullen and morbid and wears black or dark grey garments. He is said to have originated many of Elanthia's alphabets and runes.''' Shrine - unknown. (Jaysek)
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''Jastev's followers celebrated visual arts, and developed a gift of prophecy,'' while his twin Cholen became the god of festivals and performing arts. Tonis, remarkable for his speed and determination, became the messenger of the gods. Over all of them ruled Koar, with a firm but gentle hand.
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===Modern: Jastev===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
Jastev has been known to give divinatory player characters actual visions of the future during storylines. This has happened in [[Eyes of the Dawn]] (2016), for example, as well as preludes to [[Witchful Thinking]]. There is an order of Jastevian prophets in the mountains near [[Tamzyrr]] who have often advised Emperors of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]]. He has a statue in Caear Var in [[Ta'Illistim]], where he is one of the patrons chosen by the House, and the members of their secretive [[Grey Obelisk]] society generally have interest in him. Jastev is also one of the patrons for the [[Loenthra]].

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in alexandrite, lapis lazuli, and rock crystal. October in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Jastatos. This is presumably named after Jastev rather than Jaston, as the months are all named after greater gods.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Grey Mystics of Yssian|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Grey Mystics of Yssian]] (2015)
*[[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire]] (2018)
*[[Travels in the Wizardwaste]] (2019)

==Jaston==

===I.C.E. Age: Jaynor===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 16) Eyes: Hazel. Hair: Long, Brown. Build: Slender. Height: 6'2". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Playful. Dress: pants and feathered bands. True Attitude: Lighthearted. Home: Orhan.

Follower of the Four Winds, Jaynor is also friend of birds and all non-evil flying beasts.

His costume consists of green pants and many colored bands about his arms, wrists and head. From all the bands hang brightly-hued feathers given by his many bird-friends. He communicates with the birds, which serve him as a vast information network.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 55 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 60
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +300 (quarterstaff); +290 (boomerang)
* ''Mana:'' 2,520 (420 base, 6x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Cleric (Druid).
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 120. Directed Spell OB 180 Air Bolt (300 feet; Water Bolt table, impact crits only). Open Channeling lists ''Weather Ways'', Lofty Movements ''Nature's Law'' to 50th Level. Druid Base lists Druid's Peace, Animal Mastery, Nature's Forms to 50th Level.
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Special Abilities:'' Flight. Jaynor can fly faster than any living thing except Teris (Tonis). Speech. Jaynor can speak to and understand the speech of any bird.
* ''Necklace:'' 6x powerpoint multiplier. If stunned or incapacitated, it keeps him aloft. Lapis and other beads on a leather thong.
* ''Quarterstaff:'' +35. It is a 10" golden wood long wand, transforms into a 6' semi-intelligent quarterstaff. Allows him to parry 3 attacks per round, including missiles, from any direction.
* ''Bands:'' His feathered bands protect as AT 15 armor (ASG 15).
* ''Boomerang:'' +25. Hits as club. 300 foot range and always returns to Jaynor.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 55 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 111-112 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 143-144 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 148 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 100 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Jaysek was changed to Jastev and Jaynor was changed to Jaston. There is no particular relationship between them, but the similarity of their names was maintained.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas'', 2nd Edition (1992) "pants" is changed to "breeches."
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) his age appearance increases to between 18 and 20. He gains an 11 foot form. His breeches are elaborated as "snug green cotton" and his bands are cloth. "bird-friends" is changed to "avian friends", but he is given the title "Bird-Friend". It clarifies that his quarterstaff blocks even from behind him.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it adds that he is associated with Teris (Tonis) but generally independent. In some religions he is the son of Iloura and Iorak (Imaera and Eonak), which is not the case in the modern lore for GemStone, and he is the patron of many Animists and religions associated with birds. Favored god of many Hirazi cultures, some cults worship him in a form where he has the head of a hawk.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) his speech ability is expanded to being able to communicate mentally with birds within 100 miles of his avatar or projections.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "the Windrunner" and "Spirit of the Air, Patron of the Four Winds and Birds." He is changed to be an ascended sylvan elf, one of Imaera's "first experiments into the recreation of life upon Elanthia" after the Ur-Daemon War. The story is that she extended muscles and bones from his shoulder blades to create three wings on each side of his back, intending on making the sylvans into true tree-dwellers. She decided it would make the other mortal races too envious.
* In the modern documentation his bird-like attributes are not a costume, which is only first mentioned as a religious possibility in 2003 in the I.C.E. version. His physical description and clothing stays the same aside from the sylvan elf specification and the six white-feathered wings on his back. His manner remains unchanged.
* In the modern documentation Imaera begged Lorminstra for a soul, using it to reanimate the body of the fallen sylvan instead of allowing that soul beyond the Ebon Gates. Imaera "charged him with the care of birds, and made him caretaker of the Four Winds." However, there is no real premise of Imaera being air associated, which is the angle played up with Teris in the I.C.E. version.

===Intermediate: Jaston===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Jaston

'''Follower of the four winds, patron of the birds. In mortal form he dons green breeches and many colored feathered bands about his head, arms and wrists. He is lighthearted and playful, appearing about to be in his late teens. With long brown hair, hazel eyes and slender build, Jaston is handsome in a boyish way.'''
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None. Jaston was not described in this document.

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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Jaston-
Follower of the Four winds, patron of the birds. (Jaynor)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Jaston -
'''Follower of the Four winds, patron of the birds. In mortal form he dons green breeches and many colored feathered bands about his head, arms and wrists. He is lighthearted and playful, appearing about to be in his late teens. With long brown hair, hazel eyes and slendor build, Jaston is handsome in a boyish way.''' Shrine - unknown. (Jaynor)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Jaston is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Kuon===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
It is unclear when exactly the Jaston tree was first put into Elven Village near the [[Red Forest]] relative to the documentation. House Illistim has an "odd respect for Jaston." [[Four Winds Isle]] has a Jaston orientation by its name, but whether he actually used or created it is left ambiguous. It became the premium area after Frostacres around 2004.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in blue quartz.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Travels in the Wizardwaste]] (2019)

==Kai==

===I.C.E. Age: Cay===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Azure. Hair: Brown, curly. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'10". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Lighthearted, Playful. Dress: Plain tunic. True Attitude: As Demeanor. Home: Orhan.

Lord of physical strength and athletic prowess, Cay appears as a sinewy yet (surprisingly) not exceedingly bulky youth. He cannot be bested in unarmed combat and only Kuor can beat him with weapons. Cay is considered most handsome of the gods (with the exception of the twins). He wears only a short blue tunic off one shoulder unless leading mass combat - an extremely rare occurrence for any of the Lords - in which case he dons shimmering silver armor. His favored weapon is a spear. Patron of athletic games, Cay is also an infamous seducer, having fathered countless children across Kulthea.

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 29 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1085.html Tomes of Kulthea #1085] (1990)

'''Cay:''' Warrior of the Lords, Cay is associated with skill at arms and raw physical power.

'''Phaon, Oriana and Cay:''' This triad always seems to be involved in playful contests of athletic and combat prowess.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 180
* ''Hits:'' 900
* ''Melee:'' +600
* ''Mana:'' 10,800 (2,160 base, 5x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' (High) Warrior Monk/Mentalist
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 180, Directed Spells OB 270 (Lightning from bracers). All Monk and Paladin Base, as well as Essence "Shield Mastery" to 50th.
* ''Special Abilities:'' Regenerates 18 hits per round, cannot be stunned or forced to parry. Skin is AT 11 (ASG 11 armor). Can Deflect and Bladeturn up to 180 attacks per round. May fight up to 4 opponents simultaneously with no penalty. 4x damage compared to normal unarmed combat.
* ''Spear:'' Dir wood with adamantine head. +40 Lance. Parries missile attacks. Throws 600 feet without penalty, returns instantly through "Long Door" teleportation. (rarely uses unless armored)
* ''Bracers:'' Four dark silver alloy bands, around ankles and wrists. Parries weapons without harm. Struck together releases Lightning Bolt with 5x damage up to 300 feet 5x/day.
* ''Ge:'' Bola-like weapon. Up to 300 feet. +50 to Flail table. Of Slaying to Unlife creatures. Returns to carrying pouch after each throw.
* ''Armor:'' Grey full plate.
* ''Chain:'' Simple gold neck chain, protects against neck criticals 85% of hits. 5x powerpoint (mana) multiplier.

'''Development:'''

* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 29 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 106 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 145 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 92 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Cay tends to be venerated by centaurs and the Talath.
* In the Order of Vult (Voln) step where you had to fight him with unarmed combat, he would kill you for cheating such as trying to cast spells. Supposedly it was possible at one point for a high enough level observer to kill his avatar when it was present.
* In the Order of Vult (1994) monastery (Landing's Voln monastery) the stained glass inside the gates shows him naked except for a breechcloth.
* [[The Monastery]] with the [[monastic lich]]es has general representations of supporting Orhan, but the hidden stairwell specifically suggests these monks may have been a Cay sect, or else specially favoring him.
* The parts about wearing armor when leading mass combat and being most handsome of the gods except for "the twins" (meaning Jaysek and Kieron) is dropped from the Intermediate form, and the spear and seducer parts are dropped by the modern form with his blue tunic replaced with light armor.
* The intermediate document drops the specific point that he cannot be bested in unarmed combat, and adds that he is never without a weapon of some sort. It keeps that Koar beat him in armed combat, and mentions the draw with V'tull, which in the I.C.E. version is mentioned instead in the Z'tarr description.
* The intermediate document adds that he fought in the Ur-Daemon War, slaying more of the enemy than any Drake, despite their awesome might. The modern document alters this to add that he is the only Arkati to participate in that war who survived.
* The intermediate document changes his demeanor from "lighthearted, playful" to "carefree, brave, aggressive."
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "Master of Battle." Leya is included with her own description in this document.

===Intermediate: Kai===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Kai

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Strength, Athletic Prowess, Skills at Arms

Kai is the god of physical strength and athletic prowess.

Kai has been beaten once in armed combat by Koar, and fought once to a standstill against V’tull. Beyond these two instances, every opponent Kai has faced has fallen before him. Legend holds that in the Ur-Daemon war, Kai slew more of the enemy than any Drake did, despite their awesome might.

Kai’s joy of physical combat is such that Koar’s injunctions keep him from constant battle with the gods of Darkness. As an alternative, he often roams Elanthia looking for unsuspecting mortals to toy with in physical "contests" of one sort or another.

Kai’s blessing is oft invoked at contests of physical prowess.

Kai’s symbol is a silver arm with fist clenched, on a field of crimson. His clerics name their maces, cast in the same shape, the Fists of Kai.

'''Considered by many to be the most handsome of the gods, he is a known seducer and has fathered many mortal children. He appears to be a lean muscular young man with azure eyes and brown curly hair. He wears only a short blue tunic off one shoulder and carries what is said to be his favorite weapon, a spear.'''
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Kai
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Strength, Athletic Prowess, Skill at Arms
Humanoid Manifestation: A young man of epic build, with strong and carefree features. Kai is always dressed in light armor and is never without a weapon of some sort.
Manner: Carefree, Brave, Aggressive

Kai is the God of physical strength and athletic prowess.

Kai has been beaten once in armed combat by Koar, and fought once to a standstill against V'tull. Beyond these two instances every opponent Kai has faced has fallen before him. Legend holds that in the Ur-Daemon war, Kai slew more of the enemy than any Drake did, despite their awesome might.

Kai's joy of physical combat is such that only Koar's injunctions keep him from constant battle with the Gods of Darkness. As an alternative he often roams Elanthia looking for unsuspecting mortals to toy with in physical 'contests' of one sort or another.

Kai's blessing is often invoked at contests of physical prowess.

Kai's symbol is a silver arm with fist clenched, on a field of crimson. His clerics name their maces, cast in the same shape, the Fists of Kai.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''
-Kai-
Lord ((God?)) of strength and athletics, none can defeat him in unarmed
combat. Considered by many to be the most handsome of the gods, and has
fathered many mortal children.

'''''Later Form:'''''
- Kai -
'''Lord of strength and athletics, none can defeat him in unarmed combat. Considered by many to be the most handsome of the gods, he's a known seducer and has fathered many mortal children. He appears to be a lean muscular young man with azure eyes and brown curly hair. He wears only a short blue tunic off one shoulder, his favorite weapon, a spear.''' His shrine is found outside of Wehnimer, near the velnalins. (Cay)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. ''Kai accepted warriors of all sorts,'' and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer.
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===Modern: Kai===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Developments===
The Kai shrine in the Lower Dragonsclaw is from the I.C.E. Age period, and likewise how he is represented through the Order of Voln. The GemStone III events involving Leya were the late 1990s, though possibly during the intermediate period. The Leya story was posted on the official website in 2004 but is significantly older. There is a Warlords of Kai group in [[Jantalar]], but they are lukewarm followers, for the most part self-interested.

Kai is a patron of the [[Vaalor]], and he is actively disliked by the [[Loenthra]]. There is no lore for whether Kai Toka was named for Kai. In an out-of-character sense it is clearly the De-ICE'd term for Sel-Kai in Emer, which was itself presumably not named for Kesh'ta'kai (Fash'lo'nae). The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in tigerfang crystals.

* [[History of Leya]] (1997?)
* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Warlords of Kai|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Warlords of Kai]] (2015)
* [[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire]] (2018)

==Koar==

===I.C.E. Age: Kuor===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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"Age: ? Eyes: Grey. Hair: White. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'6" Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Ruddy Demeanor: Aloof, Commanding. Dress: Flowing, toga-like garment. True Attitude: Reserved, Cautious. Home: Orhan.

Kuor is King of the gods and ruler of Orhan. He can control the weather on Kulthea and reputedly is master of the Flows of Essence. While this isn't strictly true, he is able to manipulate the paths of the lesser Flows. Appearing as a man of middle years yet hale, he is beardless, and has a wild mane of snow-white hair. Kuor is almost never seen on Kulthea, preferring to observe activity on the Shadow World from afar. As leader of the Lords of Orhan, he keeps the others in check and will sometimes overrule one who is planning a rash action. One who he will not overrule, however, is Eissa, whose judgement is final. He presides over the Conclave of Orhan: the gathering of the Lords to debate a major issue."

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 25 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1079.html Tomes of Kulthea #1079] (1990)

'''Kuor:''' generally accepted as Chief of the Lords, master of the Flows of Essaence and associated with weather.

'''Kuor and Valris:''' Complementing each other, these 'elder gods' are the most level-headed of the Lords. Valris is strong-willed as well as wise, and Kuor will often turn to her for advice.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan, Ruler
* ''Level:'' 210
* ''Hits:'' 960
* ''Melee:'' +630
* ''Mana:'' 9,000 (1,500 base, 6x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Cleric/Fighter
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 240, Directed Spells OB 480. All Channeling and Essence. Cruel Curse called "Kuor's Wrath" reducing all Temp stats to 10.
* ''Scepter of Orhan:'' +60 holy mace. Triple damage, double criticals. Level 30 Tremors spell. Glows blue-white blinding Unlife creatures within 100 feet.
* ''Crown of the Lords:'' 6x powerpoints (mana), +100 DB
* ''Bow of Wrath:'' +40 longbow. 5x normal range. 5x damage, also inflicts +100 lightning bolt.
* ''Full plate:'' Alloy known only to Iorak, some "incredible" DB.
* ''Shield:'' Clear [[ICE materials#Laen|Laen]]. Enchanted to fully protect against dragon breath. +80 DB vs frontal attacks, +50 vs directed spells.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 25 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 103 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 139 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 143 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 88 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Kuor tend to be venerated by the Zori and in Meluria.
* Controlling the weather is implicitly from controlling the [[flows of essence]], dropped from later GemStone III documentation. This is the meaning of Kuor as "master" of this, he actually has ''less'' "powerpoints" for spell casting than some of the other deities. (Kieron is showed accidentally triggering a hail storm in Jaiman while swirling clouds with his finger, so this is presumably a difference of degree rather than a unique ability of Kuor.)
* "Master of the Flows of Essence" was replaced with "master of mana" and "pools of mana" in [[Order of Voln]] steps. Dropped from later GemStone III documentation. The concept is still implied in his [[Well of Life (308)]] messaging and the [[Drake's Shrine]].
* He is titled "King of the Gods" in all versions.
* Brooding god originally residing most of the time in the moon. Later changed to sleeping and brooding in a mountain on the world.
* "Toga-like" dressing kept in the Intermediate form, removed from the modern form. The idea that even he will not overrule Lorminstra regarding souls exists in every period of the documentation. In the I.C.E. form he is beardless with white hair and modernly his character art is painted as dark haired with a beard.
* As Kuor he is keeping the other Lords of Orhan in line, who largely disagree and act impulsively. Is not in any sense the ruler of the Dark Gods as well. In the Intermediate period this is changed to being ruler of both but only direct control in practice over Liabo.
* In the [[The Vvrael: A Chronicle#The Finding of the Sixth Stone, and Mount Aenatumgana|Vvrael quest]] his Intermediate form is specifically described as "wrinkled" and "old as time itself." This is not quite from the documentation, though he was described having flowing grey hair, and as weary with deep creases in his forehead. In this specific context it was probably symbolic of Koar as the ancient Grail King and Lorminstra as the weeping Grail Maiden.
* In the much later Shadow World documentation Vult (Voln) is the "son" of Eissa (Lorminstra). The idea of Koar as the father or creator of Voln originates in the Intermediate period of GemStone III.
* In the Order of Vult (1994) monastery (Landing's Voln monastery) the stained glass inside the gates shows him holding the "sceptre of Liabo" (Orhan) artiact. He has his archaic description and wears a "toga-like robe."
* In the History of Leya document Koar met with Kai in the form of a small winged lizard. These flying lizards appear in the Drake's Shrine and outside Pinefar. Talairi was involved in writing both things.
* In the Vvrael quest (1997-1998) and Mount Aenatumgana he is strongly conflated and identified with the Great Drake. The much later document (2019) on wyverns, which are lesser drakes, explicitly states that it is ambiguous and not known for certain whether Koar is actually a Great Drake or puts on this form as a matter of authority over the Arkati. This repeats the point dating back to the intermediate period that the rumor is he is the last remaining Drake, though if this is the case it makes nonsense of the earlier [[History of Elanthia]] document saying "many" of the surviving ones were driven mad by fear. The "lesser" and "weaker" contemporary dragons in this document that "are still the most powerful and feared creatures on Elanthia" could now be interpreted referring to wyverns.

===Intermediate: Koar===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Koar

Greater God, King of the Gods

Spheres of Power: Justice, Loyalty, Law

'''Ruler of Liabo, husband to Lumnis, Goddess of Wisdom and Learning. Almost never intervenes in the affairs of mortals but keeps the other gods, of Liabo at least, more or less in line. He never interferes with Lorminstra, however. He appears as a muscular man of middle years, and has a thick mane of flowing snow-white hair. His eyes are greyish, skin ruddy, and is usually seen in a flowing toga-like garment.'''

Once, he ruled all the Arkati and he is still the titular head of both the Light and Dark Gods. In practice, however, his direct control is only over the Gods of Light. Not since the fall of the Drakes in the Ur-Daemon War has Koar rallied all the Gods to him, and none knows for sure if he could unify the Arkati now, no matter what the cause. Still, it is said that as long as Koar lives, the Gods of Light and Dark will never face each other in open war.

Legend holds that Koar sits on a great throne carved from the stone heart of the world extending up through the tallest mountain in Elanthia. He rarely leaves his throne, and spends most of his time slumbering or brooding. Even when he sleeps, one eye is always slightly open, and while Koar may not intervene in the affairs of Gods of mortals often, there is little that escapes his notice.

The ages say that the mountains of Elanthia rise and fall as Koar’s brow furrows. One day, it is said, when the Gods of Darkness no longer vex their king, and when mortals no longer wage petty wars, the mountains will sink back into the ground and all the world will be a fertile plain. Earthquakes are attributed to Koar shifting restlessly, and before Koar’s brow is smoothed, legend holds he will rise from his throne in wrath, shaking the greatest fortress to rubble. The prophecy is silent as to who or what will be the object of his ire.

Some common folk believe that Koar is not an Arkati, but actually the last of the Great Drakes. No respected scholar actually believes such nonsense, obviously born of chuckle-headed nostalgia.
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Koar
''Greater God, King of the Gods''
Spheres of Power: Justice, Loyalty, Law
Humanoid Manifestation: A huge man upon a throne, contemplating fate of all things. Flowing grey hair and beard, shaggy brows, a deeply creased forehead, and weary eyes. Koar wears a golden crown.
Manner: commanding, detached, weary

Koar is the King of the Gods. Once he ruled all the Arkati and he is still the titular head of both the Light and Dark Gods. In practice, however, his direct control is only over the Gods of Light. Not since the fall of the Drakes in the Ur-Daemon War has Koar rallied all the gods too him, and none knows for sure if he could unify the Arkati now, no matter what the cause. Still, it is said that as long as Koar lives, the Gods of Light and Dark will never face each other in open war.

Legend holds that Koar sits on a great throne carved from the stone heart of the world extending up through the tallest mountain in Elanthia. He rarely leaves his throne, and spends most of his time slumbering or brooding. Even when he sleeps, one eye is always slightly open, and while Koar may not intervene in the affairs of gods or mortals often, there is little that escapes his notice.

The sages say that the mountains of Elanthia rise and fall as Koar's brow furrows. One day, it is said, when the Gods of Darkness no longer vex their king, and when mortals no longer wage petty wars, the mountains will sink back into the ground and all the world will be a fertile plain. Earthquakes are attributed to Koar shifting restlessly, and before Koar's brow is smoothed, legend holds he will rise from his throne in wrath, shaking the greatest fortresses to rubble. The prophecy is silent as to who or what will be the object of his ire.

Some common folk believe that Koar is not an Arkati, but actually the last of the Great Drakes. No respected scholar actually believes such nonsense, obviously born of chuckle-headed nostalgia.

Koar's blessing is often invoked during coronation ceremonies, and it is not uncommon for rulers to claim that their particular right to reign bears Koar's approval.

Koar's symbol is a golden crown, often set on a circle of white.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Koar-
King of the Gods, Ruler of Liabo. Almost never intervenes in the affairs of mortals, but keeps the other gods, of Liabo at least, more or less in line. He never interferes with Lorminstra, however. (Kuor)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Koar -
'''King of the Gods, Ruler of Liabo, husband to Lumnis, Goddess of wisdom and learning. Almost never intervenes in the affairs of mortals but keeps the other gods, of Liabo at least, more or less in line. He never interferes with Lorminstra, however. He appears as a muscular man of middle years, and has a thick mane of flowing snow-white hair. His eyes are greyish, skin ruddy, and is usually seen in a flowing toga-like garment.''' (Kuor)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer. Imaera chose the autumn, while Lorminstra reigned over winter, the season of death. The raging seas were Charl's domain. Jastev's followers celebrated visual arts, and developed a gift of prophecy, while his twin Cholen became the god of festivals and performing arts. Tonis, remarkable for his speed and determination, became the messenger of the gods. ''Over all of them ruled Koar, with a firm but gentle hand.''
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===Modern: Koar===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Koar was central to the [[Vvrael]] quest which contained a great deal of comparative mythology and literary allusions. His modern documentation and the [[Drake's Shrine]] especially contains references to the apocalypse in the Book of Revelation. The Drake's Shrine requires interpretation and strongly implies he is the "Great Drake", which is a biblical allusion, and this is explicitly treated as ambiguous in the [[Wyvern]] (2019) document. In this quasi-historical legend the wyverns were lesser dragons ordered by Koar to protect the Elves, of whom he was fond, and they mostly ignored the command. The notion of [[Worship in the Turamzzyrian Empire#An Addendum on the Matters of Death|Koargard]] and [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#|Church of Koar]] is cited in the [[History of the Turamzzyrian Empire]] document from 2000 with the possible insinuation of being [[Mount Aenatumgana]].

The detail of Koar as the "Master of Mana" is frozen in time with the [[Order of Voln]] steps and the Drake's Shrine. It is not actually mentioned in his [[Elanthia]] period documentation. The Vvrael quest and Drake's Shrine are from the intermediate period. (It is important to remember that in the late 1990s most of the historical documentation did not exist yet.) Much more recent developments include the Elders of the Everwatch Tower, which is part of the Church of Koar, and [[The Blameless]] which are a fanatical group of Koar worshippers who helped Prelate [[Chaston Griffin]] commit atrocities.

Koar is a patron of the [[Vaalor]], and is actively disliked by the [[Ardenai]]. The Crown of Koar in Mestanir is a holy place of pilgrimage, with a Crown Trade Council. The Arcane Eyes of Mestanir initially had a loose devotion to Koar. One of the largest colleges in Nydds is the Halls of the Patriarch, established to provide religious education for those aspiring to join the Church of Koar. The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in Eye-of-Koar emeralds and topazes. July in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Koaratos.

*[[The History of Leya]] (1997?)
*[[History of the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2000)
*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[History of Lumnis]] (2002)
*[[History of Eorgina]] (2002)
*[[History of Luukos]] (2004)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[History of Fash'lo'nae]] (2008)
*[[Madness and Entropy: A Tale of Zelia]] (2011)
*[[Story of Niima and Charl]] (2014)
*[[The History of the Order of Voln]] (2014)
*[[Origins of Ronan and Sheru]] (2015)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Elders of the Everwatch Tower|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Everwatch Tower and Blameless]] (2015)
*[[Worship in the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2015)
*[[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)
*[[Wyvern]] (2019)

==Kuon==

===I.C.E. Age: Quen===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 20) Eyes: Hazel. Hair: Light Brown. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Ruddy. Demeanor: Gentle. Dress: Flowing green-brown robes. True Attitude: Serene. Home: Orhan.

The Patron of herbs and flowers, Quen is a strange character. He is a large, almost hulking presence, his shimmering green, amber and brown robes unable to conceal his brawny shoulders. He is as gentle as a father with his newborn, but there is a sense of controlled might. Destroyers of his wild flowers, beware!

Quen is called upon by many Herbalists and Animists when working in their Gardens. Flowers grow spontaneously in his wake. Where he walks, plants are not crushed or flattened. He can pass through even the most dense undergrowth with ease.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 53 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 65
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +320 (broadsword); +280 (long bow)
* ''Mana:'' 3,640 (520 base, 7x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Animist.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 130. Directed Spell OB 200 Earth Bolt (Water Bolt tables). All Animist Base lists to 50th Level.
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Staff:'' 7x powerpoint multiplier. Becomes a +30 wooden sword at will, which does not harm plantlife.
* ''Long Bow:'' +35. 3x normal range. Doesn't shoot arrows, it shoots vines that do grapple criticals rather than puncture, similar to Iloura.
* ''Robes of Autumn:'' Shimmering green, amber, and red-brown. AT 12 (ASG 12) armor and +100 to hiding outdoors.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 53 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 110 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 143 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 147 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 98 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Quen is not explicitly associated with Iloura in the documentation, but his orientation along with his artifacts are clearly parallel to hers.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition'' (1992) "Patron" is made lowercase and the comma is removed from before "beware."
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) the line about flowers spontaneously growing in his wake is kept, but it is repeated redundantly after the next line about not crushing or flattening plants, adding only the detail of "aromatic" flowers. He is given the title "Lord of the Spring" in spite of wearing Robes of the Autumn and spring being the domain of Oriana when he clearly is implicitly associated with Iloura.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it adds a line about his coming to the rescue of forests and other natural habitats under threat from the Dark Gods and the blight of the Unlife. It also gives him knowledge of all Ranger Base lists to 50th and "ten open or Closed Clerical" lists to 20th. Capitalizes Grapple Criticals and Puncture. Broadsword increased to +350, presumably not just including the +30 bonus.
* There was no intermediate period documentation for Kuon. In the modern documentation his appearance is unchanged. His ability to not crush flowers and have them spontaneously grow is kept, and the "beware" thing is kept by saying he has a bad temper if pushed far enough.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "the Green" and made into an ascended mortal (former giantman) by Imaera when she was healing things after the Ur-Daemon War. It says that certain herbs were given healing properties by Imaera, at Kuon's suggestion. It also adds that it is said that as long as there is even a single green leaf on the planet, Kuon will be there to nurse it to health.

===Intermediate: Kuon===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Kuon

'''Patron of herbs and flowers. He has hazel eyes, light brown hair and appears to be twenty-something,a large, hulking presence - his shimmering green, amber and brown robes unable to hide his massive shoulders. Flowers grow spontaneously in his wake and go uncrushed beneath his steps. He is gentle and kind, but has a bad temper once pushed far enough.'''
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Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)

None. Tilamaire was not described in this document.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Kuon-
Patron of herbs and flowers, a gentle giant unless you anger him. (Quen)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Kuon -
'''Patron of herbs and flowers. He has hazel eyes, light brown hair and appears to be twenty-something, a large hulking presence - his shimmering green, amber and brown robes unable to hide his massive shoulders. Flowers grow spontaneously in his wake and go uncrushed beneath his steps. He is gentle and kind, but has a bad temper once pushed far enough.''' Shrine - unknown. (Quen)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Tilamaire is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Kuon===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
It is unclear when exactly the Kuon shrine was first put into Hearthstone Manor relative to the documentation. House Ardenai has particular respect for Kuon. The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in green zircons. May Day in real life corresponds in the Elanthia [[calendar]] to the [[Day of Kuon's Blessing]].

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)

==Leya==

===I.C.E. Age: Laia===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 20) Eyes: Azure. Hair: Mahogany/wavy. Build: Slender but athletic. Height: 6'0". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Female. Skin: Light Brown. Demeanor: Aloof, Confident. Dress: Belted tunic. True Attitude: Indifferent, Reserved. Home: Orhan.

Daughter of Cay, Laia is one of the few children of the Lords of Orhan (see Section 6) who has been elevated to 'godhood.' She is a superior warrior, a martial artists like her father, though unlike him she has a cool demeanor. She is the patroness of the Amazon warriors of Itanis.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 51 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 60
* ''Hits:'' 300
* ''Melee:'' +350 (unarmed); +400 (Ge)
* ''Mana:'' 1,500 (300 base, 5x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Monk.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 60. Knows all Monk Base lists to 50th Level, a monk of mentalism. Knows five Open and Closed Mentalist lists to 20th Level.
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Special Abilities:''' May engage three foes simultaneously without penalty. (i.e. Full DB versus all the foes, has to divide OB among them but no other penalty.)
* ''Bracers:'' Wrist and ankle bans. Parry weapons without harm.
* ''Ge:'' A ge of returning. Thrown 300 feet without penalty. Returns to belt pouch by Long Door.
* ''Belt:'' AT 12 armor in effect. (ASG 12)
* ''Headband:'' Leather. Protects head as if full helm. 5x powerpoint multiplier.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 51 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 109 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 142 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 147 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 97 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Laia is one of the few demi-gods elevated to "godhood", being immortal and living on Orhan. This presumably means acquiring a non-corporeal existence with an avatar, but it is not defined. This is the closest the canonical Shadow World setting has to an ascension concept. Most offspring of the Lords do not end up this powerful or immortal, and there have been a few unnamed cases of immortal offspring the Lords had to destroy because they lost their "humanity" being unsuited for the longevity.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) she is given a second 11 foot form, and her Ge has its range increased to 500 feet. Gains the title "The Warrior."
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it specifies she is the daughter of Cay with a mortal woman from Kuluku of southeast Emer. It adds that she is also the patroness of several other cultures where women are the dominant sex.
* In the modern documentation Leya is titled "Master of Martial Arts", and "Patroness of Amazons and Martial Arts."
* In the modern documentation Leya is still the daughter of Kai with a mortal woman, except in this case the mother was Ardenai elven. She is "skilled with many weapons", whereas her ICE form does unarmed combat and a throwing weapon. Her physical form is unchanged, except for the fact that the post-ICE descriptions mostly omit skin colors.
* In the modern documentation Leya wielded the sword [[Soulingen]] during the Undead Wars, which holds the souls of those it kills, which led to her accidentally killing her lover in a situation staged by Luukos. Leya then wanders the lands and retires among the elves. This is seemingly a period that falls under historical record rather than a legend of pre-historical legend, but it is unclear to what extent it is or is not legend.
* In "The History of Leya" story Kai watches tourneys on the world below, which is factual in the ICE version. He supposedly did this with Leya competing in them during the Elven Empire in the Second Age. It has them wandering around by foot and communicating by bird messengers rather than any powers. It refers to a "mountainous region east of Faendryl lands" which does not exist on the map of Elanith, and Kai himself "engaged with the fighting of the Despana." The story seems to pre-date the full continent map.
* Laia is described as seeming compassionless, though not really. Leya founded the Amazons out of compassion for abused women.
* The Shrine of Leya that is referenced as the burial place of her lover Egan is near Old Mine Road outside Wehnimer's Landing. It was found by adventurers in 1997 (the year 5097.)

===Intermediate: Leya===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Leya

'''Daughter of Kai, master of martial arts, patron of Amazons. She is a superior warrior who appears to be twenty-something with azure eyes and wavy mahogany hair. She wears a belted tunic over her slender but athletic form and laced sandals upon her feet. She has a cool, confident demeanor and is skilled in many weapons.'''

Leya’s shrine is located deep down the mine road.
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None. Leya was not described in this document.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Leya-
Daughter of Kai, master of martial arts, patron of Amazons. (Laia)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Leya -
'''Daughter of Kai, master of martial arts, patron of Amazons. She is a superior warrior who appears to be twenty-something with azure eyes and wavy mahogony hair. She wears a belted tunic over her slender but athletic form and laced up sandals upon her feet. She has a cool, confident demeanor and is skilled in many weapons.''' Shrine - uknown. (Laia)

''(Note: This was apparently written before Leya's shrine was found in 1997. This detail is added in Version 1.)''
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Leya is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Leya===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
The incident with Luukos is mentioned in the History of Luukos document. The Leya story was put on the play.net website in 2002, but was written some indeterminant time before hand. The Legend of Soulingen was put up in 2003. Leya is one of the lesser gods favored by House Vaalor. Leya has followers in the Turamzzyrian Empire known as The Battle Dancers of Leya, though they are largely entertainers. The gems document has her worshippers placing significance in chalcedony. Wednesday in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is Leyan. Similar to the issue posed by Volnes (Monday), it was presumably called something else in the far past, as Leya is supposedly not much older than the Undead War.

*[[The History of Leya]] (1997?)
*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[The Legend of Soulingen]] (2003)
*[[History of Luukos]] (2004)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Battle Dancers of Leya|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: The Battle Dancers of Leya]] (2015)

==Lorminstra==

===I.C.E. Age: Eissa===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Grey/Blue. Hair: Blonde. Build: Slight. Height: 5'10". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/F. Skin: Pale. Demeanor: Somber. Dress: Flowing black hooded robes with a white gown underneath. True Attitude: Restrained, Pensive, yet not Unhappy. Home: Orhan.

Goddess of Death/Rebirth (and Winter), she is the sister of Reann. Eissa is the deity appealed to when a religious "Lifegiving" is administered. She guards the Gates of Oblivion and it is her decision whether a soul is returned - even Kuor will not over rule her decision. Eissa is more inclined to allow the return of a soul whose mission on Kulthea has not been completed. If the being in question has lived a full life, or has died in a significant and meaningful way, she will usually deny the soul's return.

Eissa wears a hooded, flowing black robe and carries a staff of crystal - and a set of crystalline keys to the Gates. Before the Gates is a small garden, in the center of which is the Spring of Youth, which feeds the enchanted River of Life on Orhan. Essa rests here often, staring into the mere by the spring, through which she views her followers on Kulthea.

Cultures on Kulthea have myriad differing beliefs regarding the soul and what becomes of it when someone dies. Those who follow Eissa believe that the soul lives forever, though if the body is destroyed or fails due to age, the soul passes beyond the gates into another state of being. The worst fate is if the soul itself is somehow destroyed, something which can only happen to someone who falls victim to one of the Unlife's cruel servants.

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 27 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1082.html Tomes of Kulthea #1082] (1990)

'''Eissa:''' mistress of death and rebirth, associated with winter. She is the ''only'' Lord of Orhan who can channel lifegiving power to Kultheans. (Other lords may bring lie back to a mortal only if they do so in person - an event unheard-of.)

'''Eissa:''' Almost always alone, beautiful Eissa wanders through her forest-garden where the River of Life flows. While friendly with the other Lords, she prefers solitude and the others respect her wishes.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 180
* ''Hits:'' 600
* ''Melee:'' +300
* ''Mana:'' 19,440 (2,160 base, 9x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Cleric/Healer
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 180, Directed Spells OB 360 (Lightning Bolt). All healing spells on any list and all Cleric Base. Unique fatal channeling called "Eissa's Call", puts the living in a deep sleep coma and transfers the souls into her Staff of Doom if she wishes (or destroys the soul in the case of Unlife creatures.)
* ''Mere of Life:'' Scrying pool that lets her view any of her adherents calling on her for help.
* ''Staff of Doom:'' 6 foot laen staff that stores up to 12 souls. Uses it to transport souls to and from Oblivion, and for sending souls back to their bodies
* ''Keys:'' The six keys of the Gates of Oblivion, two of which are called Life and Death. The "Void" key is forbidden and never used.
* ''Necklace:'' Gold necklace with three 2 inch diamonds. 9x powerpoint (mana) multiplier.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 27 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 104 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 139 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 144 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 90 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Eissa tends to be venerated in Saral. Saralis is the region immediately south of [[Kelfour's Landing]] and the local mountain range is also known as the Saral March.
* In the ICE version Eissa is the '''only''' deity from whom resurrection spells can be channeled by Clerics. The other Lords of Orhan can raise the dead, but only if they do so themselves in person. The Dark Lords presumably cannot, being unholy and not having the relevant spell lists. Worshippers of the dark gods in that system would have been Evil Clerics by class with different spell lists.
* The "deeds" mechanic (including [[Purgatory]]) is unique to the death system of GemStone III (1990) and does not derive from her [[Shadow World]] theology. It was originally in a context where Eissa was the only deity involved in resurrection at all, which by the modern period laxened to being the only one who brings souls back and reincarnates them whereas the followers of any deity can resurrect. The meaning of [[deed]]s was retconned with the [[Death's Sting]] release around 2004, being related to her healing more fully those souls she brings back based on their worthiness.
* The contrast between Eissa and Empress Kadaena only exists in GemStone III, seemingly an idiosyncratic theology of [[The Dark Path]]. There is no deity corresponding to Gosaena in Shadow World.
* The contrast between Eissa and Empress Kadaena as encoded by the [[Bandur Etrevion]] story arguably also exists in its [[Broken Lands]] spin-off where it is a lot more subtle. Both places (arguably) have areas making a twisted symbolic parallel to the tapestry room in the temple used for the deeds ceremony.
* The "Staff of Doom" artifact is explicitly mentioned outside the [[Phantom Gatekeeper|Graveyard gates]], and implicit to the Purgatory death mechanics. The [[Gates of Oblivion]] were mentioned in both.
* Her "Lake of Tears" in the Intermediate period is unique to post-I.C.E. Age GemStone III (1996), appearing in the First Griffin Sword War and the Drake's Shrine at the end of the Vvrael quest. It may be loosely related to her I.C.E. Age "River of Life" and mirror scrying pool next to the Gates of Oblivion. This was located in a forest-garden, and the Lake of Tears in the first Griffin Sword War was forest situated. She shed a tear for every lost soul that had chosen the dark path.
* The "River of Life" is referenced as the "Enchanted River" by the [[grizzled old warrior]] NPC (1994), and the above scene is represented symbolically in the [[Order of Voln]] courtyard. The cleansing waters are described as a gift from Lorminstra by the guard inside the monastery gates. It has been retconned as part of the [[Reim]] death mechanics with its own [[hooded figure]] like the Landing temple tapestry room. (2016)
* In the Order of Vult (1994) monastery (Landing's Voln monastery) the stained glass inside the gates shows Lorminstra with blonde hair, a white gown, and grey/blue eyes. She is depicted as blonde in the I.C.E. and Intermediate periods, but dark haired in the modern period.
* "Purgatory" has been retconned to be between Liabo and Elanthia (2018). In the Shadow World context the River of Life is the [[flows of essence]] between the moon and planet, causing a drift that souls float along to reach the Gates of Oblivion on the moon. (The Lord of Orhan also ride the flows down to the planet, analogous to the teleportation disks from the Needle of Pentas on the [[Isle of Ornath]].)
* There were originally six keys to the Gates of Oblivion, in the modern period there is "one for every soul."
* There is a drawing depicting Eissa with her Staff of Doom sitting before the Mere of Life and the Gates of Oblivion on page 105 of Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition.
* The rivalry between Eissa and Klysus is primarily rooted in his being a soul devourer. It is not stated until the Klysus description was written in a slightly later book. While Klysus is a necromancer by profession, Luukos is far more heavily oriented toward the undead. This was shifting the lore in a way that made Vult (Voln) a lot more relevant. While Vult was the "releaser" of the undead, and there is an in-game premise of souls being cleansed, the Eissa lore actually had her destroying corrupt souls with her Staff of Doom. This is one of numerous contradictions between what the Order of Vult teaches and what was actually true in the Shadow World documentation.
* In the modern documentation she is given the title "the Gatekeeper."

===Intermediate: Lorminstra===
'''Official:''' 1996-1998

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Lorminstra

Greater Goddess

Spheres of Power: Death, Rebirth, Winter, Deliverance

'''Sister to Ronan, holds the crystal keys to the Gates of Oblivion. She is the one who determines whether a soul should be restored to its mortal body or dwell in the afterlife - unless the soul has been claimed by others and is out of her reach. She wears a flowing black hooded robe over a white gown and carries a staff of crystal. She has blonde hair, with grey blue eyes and of slight build. Her pale skin reflects her somber, pensive demeanor.'''

She is eldest offspring of Koar and Lumnis.

Lorminstra is the Guardian of Souls, and Keeper of the Ebon Gate. It is her decision whether a soul is allowed to return to Elanthia each time an appeal is made via a ritual of "Lifegiving", and even Koar will not gainsay her decision.

Lorminstra regards Luukos’ enslavement of souls to animate his undead as abominable. She supports her brother Ronan, in his struggle against Luukos’ minions, and also petitions Koar frequently to take direct measures to curb Luukos’ activities.

Lorminstra’s symbol is a golden key, or a golden key set upon a gate of black.
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Lorminstra
''Greater Goddess''
Spheres of Power: Death, Rebirth, Winter, Deliverance
Humanoid Manifestation: A thin woman with blonde hair and pale alabaster skin. She wears two layers of robes, black over white. At her side dangles a ring of keys, one for every soul.
Manner: Somber, Caring

Lorminstra is the Goddess of Death/Rebirth and Winter, she is the eldest offspring of Koar and Lumnis. Lorminstra is the Goddess of Winter, that annual 'death' of nature which parallels the death and rebirth of souls.

Lorminstra is also the Guardian of Souls, and Keeper of the Ebon Gate. It is her decision whether a soul is allowed to return to Elanthia each time an appeal is made via a ritual of 'Lifegiving', and even Koar will not gainsay her decision.

Lorminstra regards Luukos' enslavement of souls to animate his undead as abominable. She supports her brother, Ronan, in his struggle against Luukos' minions, and also petitions Koar frequently to take direct measures to curb Luukos' activities.

Lorminstra's symbol is a golden key, or a golden key set upon a gate of black.
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Lorminstra-
Goddess of Death and Rebirth. She holds the crystal keys to the Gates of Oblivion. She is the one who determines whether a soul should be restored to its mortal body or dwell in the afterlife (unless the soul has been claimed by evil and is out of her reach). (Eissa)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Lorminstra -
'''Goddess of Death and Rebirth, sister to Ronan, holds the crystal keys to the Gates of Oblivion. She is the one who determines whether a soul should be restored to its mortal body or dwell in the afterlife - unless the soul has been claimed by others and is out of her reach. She wears a flowing black hooded robes over a white gown and carries a staff of crystal. She's blonde, with grey-blue eyes and of slight build. Her pale skin reflect her somber, pensive demeanor.''' Her shrine is located in the [[Tyriyn Bythronian|town Temple]], where one can donate gems or silver in an attempt to win her favor. (Eissa)
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Drake's Shrine: (released spring 1998)
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You gesture at a flawless silver stone.
As the thought crosses your mind, you are struck by a vision...

A young, golden haired lass appears before you, her face conveying a feeling of complete and utter sadness. Just looking at her sweeps you into the emotion, as if her pain and suffering were your own. A tear rolls down her cheek, tracing across her delicate skin.

Words unspoken form in your mind. Though the lass simply watches you, there is no doubt that they are hers.

"I forgive you, my child..."

With that she fades away, disappearing as if never there.
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer. Imaera chose the autumn, ''while Lorminstra reigned over winter, the season of death.''
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===Modern: Lorminstra===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
There has not been reference to her Lake of Tears since the Vvrael quest. The Koargard concept was put into the Turamzzyrian Empire [[History of the Turamzzyrian Empire|history]] (2000) and developed more in [[Worship in the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2015). The [[Gates of Oblivion]] were still referenced instead of the [[Ebon Gate (gate)|Ebon Gates]] in the death mechanics until shortly after the conversion to GemStone IV and introduction of [[Death's Sting]] (2004). The actual location of the Ebon Gates does not seem to be explicitly known, whereas the Gates of Oblivion were a portal on the moon. Her "[[Flows of essence#River of Life|River of Life]]" is now instead an ethereal stream in the Reim (2016) death mechanics and "[[Purgatory]]" is a space between Liabo and Elanthia that is accessed during the [[Rings of Lumnis]] event (2018). Lorminstra now has a [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#Keeps of the Golden Key|Keepers of the Golden Key]] order in the Barony of Dragach, and has some theological development in the [[History of the Order of Voln]] (2014). Lorminstra dispelled an [http://www.tinyheroes.com/forums/GemStone%20IV/Towns/River's%20Rest/thread/1460977 apparation] of Luukos in a ritual in [[River's Rest]] in 2012 leading up to a [[Mana storm|Felstorm]] incident.

Lorminstra is actively disliked by the [[Loenthra]], and is not a patron of any of the Elven Houses. Lorminstra is said to have provided Imaera a soul, giving birth to a nature spirit called Jes'Tamaline. The gems document has her worshippers placing significance in black dreamstone and banded onyx. The real world Halloween date in game is Lorminstra's holiday called the [[Eve of the Reunion]], with Ebon Gate festivals existing every year since 1998. The Eve of the Union celebration is described in the "Travels in the Wizardwaste" document. January in the Elanthian [[calendar]] is Lormesta.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Griffin Sword War]] (2008) [note: the ''document'' is from 2008, the war ended in 2003]
* [[History of the Order of Voln]] (2014)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#Keepers of the Golden Key|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Keepers of the Golden Key]] (2015)
* [[Worship in the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2015)
* [[Travels in the Wizardwaste]] (2019)

==Lumnis==

===I.C.E. Age: Valris===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Pale grey. Hair: Black. Build: Slender. Height: 6'1". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/F. Skin: Pale. Demeanor: Aloof, Quiet. Dress: Flowing garments of light grey or white. True Attitude: Serene, Scholarly. Home: Orhan. Aka: "The Wise".

Wife of Kuor and goddess of learning and wisdom, Valris is patron of scholars and masters of thought. Thick sable hair which flows down her back, large pale grey eyes and ivory skin are Valris' most striking features. She favors Mentalists, though of course does not channel power directly to pure users of Mentalism - they tap their own 'Essence'. Astrologers also often follow her.

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 26 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1080.html Tomes of Kulthea #1080] (1990)

'''Valris:''' wife of Kuor; mistress of learning and wisdom.

'''Kuor and Valris:''' Complementing each other, these 'elder gods' are the most level-headed of the Lords. Valris is strong-willed as well as wise, and Kuor will often turn to her for advice.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 200
* ''Hits:'' 700
* ''Melee:'' +300, +360 javelin (missile)
* ''Mana:'' 19,200 (2,400 base, 8x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Astrologer (also Scholar/Sage)
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 200, Directed Spells OB 400. Favors a +30 firebolt called "Starhand" looking like a blue beam of light. Knows all Astrologer base, open and closed Mentalism lists. (Sage and Moon Mage lists.)
* ''Girdle:'' Woven of gold, silver, and platinum. Precious gems forming shifting constellations. +60 DB, AT 17 (ASG 17) armor.
* ''Tiara:'' Eyes of the Ages. Silver headband with teardrop shaped black pearls at her temples that look into the past and future.
* ''Ring:'' 8x powerpoint multiplier. One of the four "Rings of the Elements" (the Air one) made by Iorak.
* ''Starsword:'' +40 holy sword. Clear Laen tinted dark blue, looked at carefully "disconcertingly" appears to be panoramic view of the night sky.
* ''Javelin:'' +50 lance with a 1000 foot range without penalty, Of Slaying any one target Valris wishes.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 26 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 103-104 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 139 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 143 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 89 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Valris tends to be venerated by the High Elves and in Remiraith.
* There is a Valris shrine near the [[Library of Nomikos]] complex on the Isle of Ormian near a [[Navigator]] obelisk. In the modern game the Needle of Pentas is a Lumnis religious site, with teleportation disks to [[Liabo]], near the [[Library of Biblia]] on the [[Isle of Ornath]] which has a [[Chronomage]] obelisk.
* The Starsword of Valris is the anti-parallel to the swords of the Heralds of Night which dominate their minds giving them immunity to being stunned. The Scalian heralds, the ones serving Scalu, are now [[Sheruvian harbinger]]s which are stun immune as well.
* The [[Seethe Naedal]] observatory was originally designed as a Valris shrine but was not released until half a decade after the I.C.E. Age ended.
* Valris has the ability to see the past and future, with a powerful artifact to that effect and being an Astrologer by profession. In later Shadow World documentation she sends her followers visions helping them see their futures. This detail is mentioned briefly in her modern documentation as Lumnis with fortune-tellers seeking her wisdom, and made more explicit in later documentation where she has groups of followers who are involved with divination and treated as oracles.
* Valris has a powerful ring, one of four made by Iorak, but does not have a five ring symbol or a notion of five spheres of knowledge.
* Valris and Kuor are the most level-headed and most powerful of the Lords of Orhan. Words like "wife" are always put in quotation marks for being only metaphorical, and later Shadow World documentation says some cultures treat her as a male deity.
* While Reann is the "brother" of Eissa in the Shadow World theology, Valris and Kuor are not described as their parents. This changes by the intermediate period where Lorminstra is described as their "eldest offspring." The motherly quality was added to Lumnis.
* The antagonism between Eorgina and Lumnis is introduced in the intermediate forms, Orgiana does not have a "Queen of the Gods" rivalry premise in Shadow World.
* There is no mention in the Shadow World lore of any particular antagonism between Valris and Kesh'ta'kai, other than Kesh'ta'kai hating the Lords of Orhan in general. Valris is indisputably more powerful than Kesh'ta'kai. There is no premise of Valris giving counsel to the Dark Gods. The premise of her disappearing power-hungry and dangerous magic users was added to Lumnis. The contrast of Lumnis as a goddess of insight, intuition, and understanding versus Fash'lo'nae as a god of methods and knowledge for its own sake is not from the I.C.E. forms.
* In the Order of Vult (1994) monastery (Landing's Voln monastery) the stained glass inside the gates shows her with black hair (no white shock) with pale skin and pale grey eyes.
* In the modern document she is given the title "Queen of Enlightenment."

===Intermediate: Lumnis===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

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Lumnis

Greater Goddess

Spheres of Power: Wisdom, Knowledge

'''Patron to scholars and masters of thought, "The Wise". Tall and slender, Lumnis’ ivory skin compliment her black hair, pale grey eyes, and full red lips. She is serene, scholarly, seemingly aloof in her quiet ways. She wears flowing garments of white or light grey and is the beautiful wife of Koar''', King of the Gods. She is not considered the "Queen" of the Gods, however. She gives counsel willingly, even to the Dark Gods, but never commands.

Lumnis’ power lies in her understanding of the interrelationships of the Spheres of Knowledge and her intuitive grasp of their intricacies. Able to accomplish feats that leave even Koar amazed, she wields her knowledge with the style of an artist. She is worshipped by scholars and practitioners of the arcane arts who explore the boundaries of their knowledge with a wonder and respect of the powers they discover.

Her wisdom is also sought by fortune-tellers and all in need of guidance.

She regards Fash’lo’nae’s approach to knowledge as ultimately self-destructive and unconscionable. Her disapproval of knowledge for personal gain or power is such that she has been attributed with the sudden disappearance of several notably power-hungry magic-users over the centuries.

Lumnis’ symbol is a golden scroll overlaying five conjoined circles, the circles being red, blue, black, green, and white - symbolizing her mastery of the Spheres of Knowledge.
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Lumnis
''Greater Goddess''
Spheres of Power: Wisdom, Knowledge
Humanoid Manifestation: A mature woman in a gossamer robe of light grey so long that her feet are never seen and the hem is lost in distant mists. Her hair is black with a single shock of white at her forehead.
Manner: Serene

Lumnis is the Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge, and the Wife of Koar. She is not considered the "Queen" of the Gods, however. She gives counsel willingly, even to the Dark Gods, but never commands.

Lumnis' power lies in her understanding of the interrelationships of the Spheres of Knowledge and her intuitive grasp of their intricacies. Able to accomplish feats that leave even Koar amazed, she wields her knowledge with the style of an artist.

She is worshipped by scholars and practitioners of the arcane arts who explore the boundaries of their knowledge with a wonder and respect of the powers they discover. Her wisdom is also sought by fortune-tellers and all in need of guidance.

She regards Fash'lo'nae's approach to knowledge as ultimately self-destructive and unconscionable. Her disapproval of knowledge for personal gain or power is such that she has been attributed with the sudden disappearance of several notably power-hungry magic users over the centuries.

Lumnis' symbol is a golden scroll overlaying five conjoined circles, the circles being red, blue, black, green, and white - symbolizing her mastery of the Spheres of Knowledge.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Lumnis-
Goddess of learning and wisdom, patron to scholars. Pale, but beautiful. Wife of Koar. (Valris)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Lumnis -
'''Goddess of learning and wisdom, patron to scholars and masters of thought, "The Wise." Tall and slender, Lumnis's ivory skin compliment her black hair. pale grey eyes, and full red lips. She is serene, scholarly, seemingly aloof in her quiet ways. She wears flowing garments of white or light grey and is the beautiful wife of Koar.''' Shrine - unknown. (Valris)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, ''and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning.''
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===Modern: Lumnis===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
Lumnis was given an elaborated origins document in 2003. She has an Illistim group of followers called [[The Unending Circle]], as well as being one of the Illistim patrons. She has divination oriented Turamzzyrian Empire groups called the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis|Daughters of Lumnis]] and [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Children of Many Colors|the Children of Many Colors]], and a group of followers on the [[Isle of Ornath]] that run the Needle of Pentas.

The gems document has her worshippers placing significance in agate, black opals, and turquoise. Dawn in Elanthia is known as the [[Hour of Lumnis]]. June in the Elanthian [[calendar]] is Lumnea. The day/night system was implemented around 2002 with the [[Vishmiir]] events. The calendar was similarly synched around this period.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[History of Lumnis]] (2002)
*[[History of Eorgina]] (2002)
*[[History of the Sylvan Elves]] (2003)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[History of Fash'lo'nae]] (2008)
*[[Madness and Entropy: A Tale of Zelia]] (2011)
*[[Origins of Ronan and Sheru]] (2015)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Daughters of Lumnis and Children of Many Colors]] (2015)
*[[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)

==Niima==

===I.C.E. Age: Neela===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 16) Eyes: Blue. Hair: Pale Blond. Build: Slender. Height: 5'9". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Very Pale. Demeanor: Wistful. Dress: Clinging blue-green gown. True Attitude: Melancholy. Home: Waterways of Kulthea.

Said to be a daughter of Shaal, Neela is of of the few who might stay his temper. She is mistress of waters and patron of sailors.

With the look of a spritely but somewhat pensive young woman (no more than a girl, really), she swims through the waters of the world seeking ships in trouble.

Neela tries to moderate Shaal's stormy temper and save those who miht otherwise be lost at sea. Even if she cannot stop a shp from being smashed, she will guide shipwrecked sailors to islands. (Admittedly, she saves young men who she finds attractive.)

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 54 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 60
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +250 (broadsword); +280 (net)
* ''Mana:'' 2,520 (420 base, 6x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Mystic.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 120. Directed Spell OB 180 (Water Bolt). All Mystic Base lists to 50th level. Magician Water Law to 50th Level. Ten Open Mentalism or ten Open Essence lists to 25th.
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Special Abilities:'' Form Mastery. Can assume the form of any sea creature up to 5x her mass at will. Easily maneuvers and breathes through water.
* ''Net:'' +30. Grapples Table. Net can only be cut by laen or eog weapons, enchanted. Can cast it 100 feet in air or water. If the net entangles the target (GM discretion) she can Long Door either net back to her or the net and prey, with a resistance roll (warding) vs. 30th level.
* ''Knife:'' Slender curved dagger. Strikes as +30 broadsword.
* ''Gown:'' Protects as AT 12 armor. (ASG 12)
* ''Necklace:'' Of shells. 6x powerpoint multiplier.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 54 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 111 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 143 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 147-148 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 99 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) she is given the title "Ocean Lady". It reverses the order of the first and second sentences.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it adds that she is friendly to most of the naiads, oceanids, and nereids who live in the various waterways of the planet. She has the power to control them if they become uncooperative, but she prefers persuasion to force unlike her father Shaal.
* In the modern documentation she gains the title "the Wavedancer" and is patroness of "the water, sailors and sea life" instead of "mistress of waters and patron of sailors." Her appearance is kept the same but she is changed from wistful/melancholy to playful/flirtatious. She is still daughter of Charl, mother of an Arkati lost in the Ur-Daemon War. It keeps the part about rescuing the attractive sailors first.
* The modern documentation adds that there are many tales of sailors being rescued from the water by her, as well as unfaithful ones using the excuse to their wives that it was required because Niima saved their lives. It adds that she is the subject of sea chanties and pirate songs, and often the figurehead on ships.

===Intermediate: Niima===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Niima

'''Mistress of the water, patroness of sailors, daughter of Charl. She acts as Charl’s conscience and moderates his temper. She rescues shipwrecked sailors, but tends to save the young and handsome ones first. She looks somewhat spritely, with very pale skin, blue eyes, and pale blonde hair. A blue-green gown clings to her slender form though she appears to be no more than a young girl.'''
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Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)

Niima is not mentioned in this version of the gods documentation.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Niima-
Mistress of the water, patroness of sailors, daughter of Charl. She acts as Charl's conscience and moderates his temper. She rescues shipwrecked sailors, but tends to save the young and handsome ones first. (Neela)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Niima -
'''Mistress of the water, patroness of sailors, daughter of Charl. She acts as Charl's conscience and moderates his temper. She rescues shipwrecked sailors, but tends to save the young and handsome ones first. She looks somewhat spritely, with very pale skin, blue eyes, and pale blonde hair. A blue-green gown clings to her slender form though she appears to no more than a young girl.''' (Neela)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Niima is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Niima===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
Niima was one of House Ashrim's chosen gods. The Wavedancer was a quest ship named for Niima around 2005, it travelled off the coast of the [[Southron Wastes]]. It is sunk next to [[Caligos Isle]]. The elaborated origin story of Niima with Charl was released in 2014 but was written much earlier. The mother is called "the Unnamed One" in the story, involving a Drake named Pier'Anthyia. The County of Torre has a navy named Niima's Own. The gems document has her worshippers placing significance in aquamarine and white opals. Thursday in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Niiman.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Story of Niima and Charl]] (2014)
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#Niima's Own|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Niima's Own]] (2015)

==Oleani==

===I.C.E. Age: Oriana===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Violet, gold-flecked. Hair: Golden blonde. Build: Statuesque/Voluptuous. Height: 6'3". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/F. Skin: Lightly tanned. Demeanor: Caring; Sometimes Amorous. Dress: White gown. True Attitude: Serene; Empathic. Home: Orhan/Mur Fostisyr.

Goddess of Love and Fertility (and Spring), Oriana is great beauty with golden hair and violet eyes. She is the wife of Phaon, and flies beside her husband on golden wings made for her by Iorak.

As is typical with the Lords of Orhan, the concept of 'marriage' between gods is more a loose association than a true spiritual union. Both Oriana and Phaon have many lovers; in Oriana's case it was part of her first ritual with the Kytaari to bear the first members of the royal line.

Called upon to aid in many wedding ceremonies, her blessing promises many healthy children, and (perhaps ironically) an undying mutual love. She is called upon often, but rarely bestows her full blessing. Although almost always bearing a serene visage, Oriana has been known to break down and weep should one partner in a beautiful relationship (which she may have nurtured) meet with a tragic end. She also has a more sensual side, playful and lustful.

Oriana favors a tunic or gown of shimmering white trimmed with gold. Sometimes her tunic is a sheer, revealing garment.

She is an adept martial artist, and may have brought those skills to her Ky'taari people - along with the unusual weapon called the Ikasha. It is similar to a large throwing star, but more effective, and the accomplished user can cast it so that it will return safely to him.
''NOTE: Oriana is worshipped by the arctic Ky'taari people as Ariaana, goddess of the Sun (the reason she is worshipped rather than Phaon is not clear). She appears to her followers there with golden eyes.''

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 26 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1084.html Tomes of Kulthea #1084] (1990)

'''Oriana:''' Goddess of love and femininity, she is associated with spring and weddings. She is the wife of Phaon (though, after the manner of the Lords, both are notorious philanderers).

'''Phaon, Oriana and Cay:''' This triad always seems to be involved in playful contests of athletic and combat prowess.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 180
* ''Hits:'' 720
* ''Melee:'' +360 (broadsword), +420 (throwing star)
* ''Mana:'' 17,280 (2,160 base, 8x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Mage/Monk
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 180, Directed Spells OB 360 (Firebolt). All lists dealing with fire, including Mentalist "Brilliance" list (Mana Fires from Rolemaster Companion I). All Monk Base to 50th Level.
* ''Sunsword:'' +40 Holy broadsword. Flames on command, gives additional heat critical.
* ''Pendant:'' Golden sunburst with large cabochon of yellow crystal in center. Casts Sunfires True at will, 3x normal power. 8x powerpoint enhancer.
* ''Bracers:'' Gold-alloy wrist bracers. +80 DB, allow wearer to parry missiles as frontal melee attacks. Energy field acting as AT 20 (ASG 20) armor.
* ''Ikasha:'' Gold-alloy throwing star. Strikes as +40 broadsword, magically returns. 5x normal range.
* ''Tiara:'' Golden filigree diadem set with yellow stones. Protects as helm. Negates head crits 60% of the time.

'''Development:'''
* The Iron Wind; (1980)
* The Iron Wind; (1984)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 28 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 105-106 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 140 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 144 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 89 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* Oriana exists as "Ariaana" in The Iron Wind books (1980/1984) , which pre-date the Shadow World setting by almost ten years. She is a sun god in that context and bore the two original members of the royal line of Mur Fostisyr. She is possibly the earliest GemStone deity with a definition in I.C.E. source books.
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Oriana tends to be venerated by the Kytaari people of Mur Fostisyr.
* In the Shadow World Master Atlas (all editions) Oriana is called "the Earth-goddess" in the description of Phaon, presumably from her being the goddess of the Spring, in spite of Iloura being the actual Earth goddess who is called "the earth-mother." This is possibly the seed for the later overlap in roles of Oleani and Imaera.
* In the Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition she is immortal but appears as 25. Fixes the typo to say "a beauty" rather than "beauty."
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) she appears 30. The description is altered to add that in some places she is a goddess of the Sun. Adds to the playful and lustful line, saying she inspires lovers to daring rendezvous.
* In "Powers of Light and Darkness" (2003) she gains the special ability of being immune to all forms of heat and cold including dragon fire-breath.
* The Ky'taari are a half-elven race from [[Mur Fostisyr]], who know her as Ariaana, the goddess who bore the first members of their royal line. Mur Fostisyr was an island just northwest of what we call Darkstone Bay, roughly where Ruin Creek is on the map of [[Elanith]]. It was also the home of the [[Dragonlord]] Oran Jatar, referenced in [[Ditmar's Tale]], and the [[Priests Arnak]] who would have been the ones behind the [[Council of Light]]. In the Shadow World history what we call roltons were first imported to this region from Mur Fostisyr.
* In the Order of Vult (1994) monastery (Landing's Voln monastery) the stained glass inside the gates shows her with wearing the golden wings.
* In the intermediate documentation Tonis becomes the "offspring" of Phoen and Oleani, though his origin documentation in 2018 makes this ambiguous as he spawned fully formed when a drake flew over them. There is no such relationship for Oriana and Teris until ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' in 2003, and that is some religions interpreting Teris as the son of Oriana and Cay rather than Phaon. She is considered in some religions to be the mother of Baeris (Voaris).
* In the intermediate documentation there is no reference to her having golden wings given to her by Eonak to fly alongside Phoen. There is also no reference to her being a Sun goddess. There is no indication of her martial fighting prowess or her fire powers, and she takes on many forms.
* In the intermediate documentation she becomes more of a love and general romance goddess and less lustful, with only a slight reference to illicit affairs (though not the affairs themselves and not herself in them) and no reference to multiple lovers or birthing royals herself or sheer clothing. That sort of thing is essentially ceded to Ivas, whereas Inis is more oriented toward killing men and destroying things with lust and jealousy. The marriage with Phoen is not brushed off as exaggerated. The tragic death of lovers is reframed as an interest of hers. Oleani is given a cultivation of fields and agriculture role, contrasting her with Imaera, whereas Oriana is merely a goddess of the Spring.
* In the modern documentation she is given the title "Mistress of Adoration", and is considered the patroness of halflings. This is implied in the original [[History of Elanthia]] document (1996). In contrast Oriana is the Sun Goddess and immediate patron of a half-elven people near where the Landing was set geographically.
* In the modern documentation Tonis is the ''only'' offspring of Oleani and Phoen, with their difficulties having children reinforced in the much later origins of Tonis document. In the I.C.E. setting Phaon has sired many children, and Oriana is known to have born children for the Kytaari royals.

===Intermediate: Oleani===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Oleani

Greater Goddess

Spheres of Power: Love, Fertility, Spring

'''Wife of Pheon, and the most beautiful of all the goddesses with violet, gold-flecked eyes and long golden blonde hair. She is very feminine and voluptuous with lightly tanned skin. She wears a tunic or gown of shimmering white trimmed with gold. Sometimes her tunic is a sheer, revealing garment, showing her playful, lusty side. Often called upon to aid in wedding ceremonies, she grants small blessings of fertility and undying love upon the newly-wedded couple.'''

Oleani represents the many aspects of love. Her interests range from the romantic aspects of a respectable and proper courtship to the sensual magnetism which may spark an illicit love affair - from the tragedy of a lover’s untimely death to the joy of a new birth.

In most lands she is honored in the early spring when a celebration of new love and a ritual requesting her blessing on the fields are combined into a single holiday.

Oleani’s symbol is a red heart with a budding flower growing from it.
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Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)
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Oleani
''Greater Goddess''
Spheres of Power: Love, Fertility, Spring
Humanoid Manifestation: Oleani appears in many forms, but always as a woman of maddening beauty.
Manner: Amorous, Nurturing

Oleani is the Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Spring. Her consort is Phoen, the Sun God

Called upon to bless weddings and birthings, Oleani represents the many aspects of Love. Her interests range from the romantic aspects of a 'respectable and proper courtship' to the sensual magnetism which may spark an illicit love affair - from the tragedy of a lover's untimely death to the joy of a new birth.

In most lands she is honored in the early spring when a celebration of new love and a ritual requesting her blessing on the fields are combined into a single holiday.

Oleani's symbol is a red heart with a budding flower growing from it.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Oleani-
Goddess of love and fertility, and things feminine. Wife of Phoen, and the most beautiful of all the goddesses. Wears white and gold. (Oriana)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Oleani -
'''Goddess of love and fertility, and things feminine. Wife of Phoen, and the most beautiful of all the goddesses with violet, gold-flecked eyes and long golden blonde hair. She is very feminine and voluptious with lightly tanned skin. She wears a tunic or gown of shimmering white trimmed with gold. Sometimes her tunic is a sheer, revealing garment, showing her playful, lusty side. Often called upon to aid in wedding ceremonies, she grants small blessings of fertility and undying love upon the newly-wedded couple.''' Shrine - unknown. (Oriana)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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These Arkati are those whom we today call gods. It is said that, in these early days, they walked the land as teachers, leaders, and guides. Imaera took the people of the forests, and taught them to be one with the land. Eonak showed the folk of the stone how to mine riches from the mountains. ''Oleani adopted the smaller folk of the valleys, instilling in them a joy for life and a special gift for growing things.''
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===Modern: Oleani===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
Oleani appears in the origin stories of Zelia and Tonis. She is generally bowdlerized compared to her older form and not much mentioned outside the context of her marriage to Phoen. The Festival of Oleani holiday is Ivastaen 20th (May 20th) each year. Oleani has been referenced in contexts such as [[Wedding of Emperor Aurmont and Samynthra Weirlund|wedding ceremony]] of Emperor [[Aurmont Anodheles]]. Oleani is a patron of the Ardenai and Loenthra Elves. However, she is actively disliked by the Vaalor, who also do not like Tonis. The Vaalor generally dislike what might be perceived as soft or frivolous Arkati (and Charl.)

Her most prominent aspect in the game is the fallen Temple of Love with the [[nedum vereri]]. There is a player written [[The Tale of the Dead Trees (short story)|"The Tale of the Dead Trees"]] with some claim of officialness through GM Varevice. The Temple of Love was made by GM Varevice, and the malevolent power from the castle in the distance was never elaborated further. The surrounding areas are much older than the Temple of Love, making any such story a retcon of [[Sentoph]]. The dead trees motivate the undeath conditions needed for darkwoodes, and tree spirits, which were originally located with them.

The gems document her worshippers placing significance in morganite and rose quartz. April in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is known as Olaesta. May 20th in the real world corresponds in the Elanthian calendar to the [[Festival of Oleani]].

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Halfling handfasting ceremony]] (2009)
*[[Madness and Entropy: A Tale of Zelia]] (2011)
*[[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)

==Phoen==

===I.C.E. Age: Phaon===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Phaon Age: ? Eyes: Amber. Hair: Golden Blond. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'10". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Tanned. Demeanor: Egotistical. Dress: short tunic of white cloth trimmed with gold. True Attitude: Well-meaning, yet Self-confident. Home: Orhan.

God of the Sun (and Summer), Phaon rides a great winged horse with flaming mane and tail. His eyes are a deep amber and his hair is golden blond. Very tall, tan and muscular, he wears only a short tunic of white cloth trimmed with gold.

Phaon was once patron of the Cloudlords of Tanara; he is often considered the god of 'fatherhood' in that, as husband of Oriana (the Earth-goddess) and god of the Sun, he represents the masculine aspect of fertility. He has fathered numberless children on Kulthea.

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 28 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1083.html Tomes of Kulthea #1083] (1990)

'''Phaon:''' lord of the sun and summer. Husand of Oriana, he is associated with fertility and virility.

'''Phaon, Oriana and Cay:''' This triad always seems to be involved in playful contests of athletic and combat prowess.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 180
* ''Hits:'' 900
* ''Melee:'' +560 (mace), +500 (javelin)
* ''Mana:'' 10,800 (2,160 base, 5x multiplier)
* ''Profession:'' Mentalist/Fighter
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 180, Directed Spells OB 270. Mentalist Lists Brilliance, Self-healing, Spell Resistance, Sense Mastery, Speed, Mind's Door, Movement, Mind Control, and Mind Speech to 50th Level. Mana Fires lists and Hellscape spell from Rolemaster Companion 1.
* ''Special Abilities:'' Immune to all forms of heat, including dragon fire-breath.
* ''Winged Steed:'' Immortal pegasus named Shurok, highly intelligent. Level 30, 300 hits. Flies 200 miles per hour. Can summon and command any pegasus or steardan within 5 miles.
* ''Scepter of the Sun:'' +50 Holy Mace, delivers double hits and plasma critical with same intensity as the regular crit. Golden mace with yellow sapphires, inlaid with onyx and wood. Head is large globe of yellow laen, glows brightly, blinding all creatures of the Unlife within 300 feet. Can cast Sunfires True, except it uses the plasma attack/crit tables from Rolemaster Companion 3, 6x damages.
* ''Javelin:'' +60. Golden alloy. 500 feet without distance penalty, instantly returns to wielder. Bursts into flames in flight. Delivers extra plasma critical of equal severity to the regular crit.
* ''Armor:'' +50 breastplate and greaves. Lightweight golden alloy. Only worn in battle.
* ''Circlet:'' 5x Mentalist powerpoint multiplier. Protects as full helm, negates head/neck criticals 75% of the time. Golden band with a single large yellow sapphire.
* ''Sandals:'' Golden dragonskin. Allows him to fly at 100 miles per hour, run at 50 miles per hour.

'''Development:'''
* Cloudlords of Tanara; page 11 (1984)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 28 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 105 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 140 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 144 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 91 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Cloudlords of Tanara'' (1984), page 11, he is worshipped by the Myri as Phaon. Their pantheon consists of two dozen gods, a few at least are later defined as Orhan gods under different names.
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Phaon tends to be venerated by the Myri of Tanara. Tanara was once more closely related to Phaon, with a royal guard of Cloudlords riding steardan, which is essentially a less intelligent pegasus.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition'' (2001) he is specified as appearing about 30.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it says he is known among the Lords "as a charmer and seducer of Kulthean women", often appearing in different disguises. It adds a line that most of his children have no special powers, and how the children are even possible from non-corporeal beings is a "vexing mystery for the Loremasters" and a miracle for theologians.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) he gains an "Eyes of the Sun" special ability. Fires beams of intense energy from his eyes 5x per day. 2000 foot range, can cover an area of 1000 square feet by arcing the beam, minimum dimension is 10 feet. All within suffer point-blank Fireball, 5x damage.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) Shurok's level is increased to 50. Clarifies Shurok takes a larger form when Phaon is in his 12 foot deity form. Shurok is treated as a super-large creature instead of a large creature in this form and all attack bonuses are tripled.
* In the intermediate period his name is changed from Phaon to Phoen. Phoen is the [[Iruaric]] word for "travel", presumably an easter egg, implying the transit of the sun across the sky.
* In the intermediate period he no longer has a pegasus mount. Tonis becomes his son and has a flaming pegasus as his preferred manifestation while flying.
* In the intermediate and modern documents he is called the "consort" of Oleani rather than "husband."
* The intermediate document removes the reference to his having sired many children, and the modern document has Tonis as his only offspring with Oleani. Then the much later origins of Tonis document has them having long wished for a child and it is unclear if Tonis actually came from them or they merely adopted him when he was caused by a dragon.
* In the intermediate period he is made almost identical in features to Ronan, who is made into his twin brother. These are not the case in the I.C.E. version, where they are unrelated. His scepter's power of blinding the Unlife is changed to his hair shining so blindly it blinds mortals. His clothes are made golden instead of white cloth trimmed with gold.
* The intermediate documentation keeps him as confident but egotistical and as the god of fatherhood and fertility. It adds a line about fables of Phoen sometimes causing harm through careless use of his great power. Adds a line about warmth/light associated with the sun and their life-nurturing qualities putting him in direct opposition to the Dark Gods, more often because of their regarding him that way, and that he may face them simply as a staunch ally of Oleani.
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "the Sun God", but his description is otherwise unchanged. He is later described in the Zelia and Tonis origins documents. In the Ronan origins document, Ronan deliberately chooses to resemble Phoen rather than his actual brother Sheru, where Phoen had really been a more distant relation.

===Intermediate: Phoen===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Phoen

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Sun, Summer, Fatherhood

'''Husband of Oleani, though their marriage is a bit - looser than traditional. His eyes are a deep amber, hair flowing golden blonde. He wears only a short tunic of white cloth trimmed with gold over his tall muscular frame. Well - meaninged, Phoen tends to be foten over - confident and egotistical. Representing the masculine side of fertility, he sires numberless children on Elanthia.'''

The Sun God personifies manly power, to the point that he is often egotistical. There is more than one fable of Phoen causing harm rather than good through careless use of his great power.

The warmth and light associated with the sun, as well as the fact that they are life-nurturing qualities lace Phoen in direct opposition to the Dark Gods. However, more often it is the Dark Gods regarding him as such that leads to conflict, rather than his desire to oppose them. he may also face them simply as a staunch ally of Oleani.

Phoen’s symbol is a golden sunburst on a field of blue.
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Phoen
''Greater God''
Sphere of Power: Sun, Summer, Fatherhood
Humanoid Manifestation: Phoen's features are almost identical to Ronan's, but his hair is golden, shining so brightly as to blind mortals. His clothes are golden also.
Manner: Confident, to the point of egotism

Phoen is the God of the Sun and Summer. Phoen is Consort to Oleani.

He is often considered the god of 'fatherhood', given his relationship with Oleani (the goddess of fertility) and as God of the Sun he represents the masculine side of fertility. The Sun God personifies manly power, to the point that he is often egotistical. There is more than one fable of Phoen causing harm rather than good through careless use of his great power.

The warmth and light associated with the sun, as well as the fact that they are life-nurturing qualities place Phoen in direct opposition to the Dark Gods However, more often it is the Dark Gods regarding him as such that leads to conflict, rather than his desire to oppose them. He may also face them simply as a staunch ally of Oleani's.

Phoen's symbol is a golden sunburst on a field of blue.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Phoen-
God of the sun and fatherhood, and things masculine. Husband of Oleani, though their marriage is a bit - looser than traditional. Wears gold and white. (Phaon)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Phoen -
'''God of the sun and fatherhood, and things masculine. Husband of Oleani, though their marriage is a bit - looser than traditional. His eyes are a deep amber, hair flowing golden blonde. He wears only a short tunic of white cloth trimmed with gold over his tall muscular frame. Well-meaninged, Phoen tends to be often over-confident and egotistical. Representing the masculine side of fertility, he sires numberless children of Elanthia.''' Shrine - unknown. (Phaon)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, ''while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer.'' Imaera chose the autumn, while Lorminstra reigned over winter, the season of death.
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===Modern: Phoen===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
In the origins of Ronan document there is no reference at all to Lorminstra, who had always been his sister, and who in post-ICE lore became attributed as the offspring of Koar and Lumnis. Consequently, there is no implication of Ronan being their offspring, and no basis for assuming Phoen was either as Ronan merely chooses to imitate Phoen's features. In the origins of Tonis document it is unclear whether a drake caused Phoen and Oleani to spawn Tonis of themselves or if he was caused by a drake flying over them and it was simply their long wish for a child. This is ironic as he is still a fertility god.

Phoen is a patron of the Vaalor and Ardenai. The gems document has his followers placing significance in yellow sapphires and sunstones. Noon in Elanthia is known as the [[Hour of Phoen]]. August in the Elanthian [[calendar]] is Phoenatos.

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Madness and Entropy: A Tale of Zelia]] (2011)
*[[Origins of Ronan and Sheru]] (2015)
*[[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)

==Ronan==

===I.C.E. Age: Reann===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Dark grey. Hair: Black. Build: Slender. Height: 6'8". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Sleepy; Sardonic. Dress: Various garments, always black. True Attitude: Alert, yet Weary. Home: Orhan. Aka: Dream-master, Bringer of Sleep, Lord of Dreams.

God of the Night, he is master of sleep and dreams, sending visions to his followers. He is the only god who prefers the night. It is his domain, though one which is tainted by the evils of the Unlife. As a result, Reaan has faced the terror of the Unlife more than any other Lord. While there is little danger that he would ever be turned to its evil path, the endless (sometimes seemingly hopeless) struggle has wearied him.

He often travels to the Shadow World, hunting evil beasts through the night astride his mighty steed: a white Unicorn with luminous silver horn. He is feared by servants of the Unlife more than any other Lord. Riding through dark forests, a misty, shimmering presence in the night, his endless quest is to save the helpless from the fangs and claws of the evil demonic creatures of evil.

Reann also has a wry sense of humor and has been seen in Jaysek's company (in his rare appearances during the day).

Reann is a tall, slender young man with fair skin, black hair and dark, hypnotic eyes. He wears only sable-hued cloth garments, often trimmed with black leather.

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 26 (1989)
- [http://www.geocities.ws/icemuletrace/Tomes/1071.html Tomes of Kulthea #1071 - Story of Ranzi Arain] (1990)
- [https://return-of-the-long-night.obsidianportal.com/wikis/the-lords-of-orhan Reann Description]

'''Reann:''' master of night and dreams. He is associated with visions.

'''Reann and Jaysek:''' The moody, often grim pair will frequently travel to Kulthea together.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 180
* ''Hits:'' 720
* ''Mana:'' 15,750 (2,250 base, 7x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Seer/Ranger.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 180, Directed Spell OB 360. All Seer and Mentalist base lists. All Open and Closed Mentalism lists. All Ranger Base lists. Mystic lists of "Confusing Ways", "Mystical Change", and "Hiding." All Dream Lord base lists. Unique fatal channeling called "Reaan's Sleep": Immediately kills anyone of the Unlife, everyone else thrown into deep sleep that cannot be woken without "Awake" spell or Reann himself.
* ''Bow of Sleep:'' +60 Longbow, 3x normal range. Arrows are "Of Slaying" Unlife creatures. All others do not take criticals, only hit points, throws them into deep sleep for 3 hours. Magically formed arrows, not physical.
* ''Dark Sword:'' +60 Dark Laen Sword. Strikes as 2-handed, delivers cold criticals on top of normal criticals. "Of Slaying" servants of the Unlife.
* ''Steed:'' White unicorn named Dirsus. Can ride flows of essence at 600 miles per hour, and much faster between Orhan and Kulthea or teleports. 400 hits with natural AT 11 (ASG 11).
* ''Amulet of Dreams:'' Chain of silver alloy with large cabochon moonstone in platinum rim. 7x powerpoint (mana) multiplier. May see the dreams of any one target within 100 miles, as well as the dreams of the target within the past 10 days.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 26 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 104 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 139 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 143 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 89 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Reaan is "respected" by the Duranaki, and tends to be venerated by nocturnal peoples.
* The spellings "Reann" and "Reaan" are both used repeatedly in the Shadow World source materials.
* Reann is higher level than Scalu, the highest of the Dark Lords, and his Amulet of Dreams is significantly more powerful than Scalu's more limited analog.
* The New Year is the Winter Solstice when Orhan is new by the lunar calendar. In [[Rhakhaan]] Reann is revered on the holiday. (Haalkitaine book, 1998.)
* There is no premise of Reann and Phaon being related. Reann ''is'' described as the "brother" of Eissa. This appears in the Intermediate period.
* There is no premise that Reann and Eissa are the offspring of Kuor and Valris. This appears in the Intermediate period.
* The explicitly stated antagonism between Reann and Scalu comes from the Scalu description rather than Reann's. The Dark Lords are relatively limited in their ability to directly act on Kulthea after the Wars of Dominion, so Reann's clashing with forces of the Unlife in practice is more likely focused about monsters and demons than Ronan.
* In the Order of Vult (1994) monastery (Landing's Voln monastery) the stained glass inside the gates shows him with black hair and dark grey eyes instead of black pools with a faint grey swirl.
* In the intermediate documentation there is no longer mention of Ronan and Jastev being closely aligned and traveling the world together. His eyes are made black without whites. The line about sending visions to his followers is removed. The premise of him guarding against those who would disrupt the peaceful respite of sleep is added.
* In the intermediate documentation is made the darker twin of Phoen. There is no such relationship between them in the I.C.E. version. The premise that they cannot come together in the same place is added and kept in the modern documentation, but contradicted in the much later Zelia and Ronan/Sheru origin documents.
* The intermediate document introduces the idea that "Ronan and Sheru are in constant conflict" due to their overlapping domain. This was not in the Reann documentation, presumably because most of the Dark Gods were introduced slightly later, in a different book. It introduces reference to Luukos mounting "a constant assault on Ronan's realm with those who have failed to die cleanly and are now subject to his curse." This seems to be implying the curse of Luukos is undeath, which is not explicitly spelled out in the earlier [[History of Elanthia]] document.
* The intermediate and modern documentation makes no reference to him riding a unicorn.
* The intermediate and modern documentation make him "gaunt" rather than "slender", his demeanor is still "sleepy and sardonic." The lines about truly being alert and weary are removed.
* The intermediate document drops his titles "Dream-master", "Bringer of Sleep", "Lord of Dreams." The modern documentation returns "Lord of Dreams." He is "God of the Night" and "master of sleep and dreams" in all versions, along with "God of Night and Dreams" in the modern document.
* The intermediate document introduces the premise that the Dark Gods avoid the light and use darkness "as a cloak to cover their activities" to explain Ronan coming into conflict with the Dark Gods trespassing in his realm. In the I.C.E. version the emphasis is instead on various corruptions and forces of the Unlife haunting the night. It is shifted to specifically the Dark Gods in the intermediate version.

===Intermediate: Ronan===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Ronan

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Night, Dreams

Ronan is the god of night, the master of sleep and dreams and guardian against those who would violate the peaceful respite of that world. Ronan is perhaps the most active foe of the Dark Gods.

Ronan is the darker twin of Phoen, and it is said that the two, being night and day, cannot come together in the same place.

Given their avoidance of light, and their use of darkness as a cloak to cover their activities, Ronan finds the Dark Gods trespassing in his realm quite regularly. Ronan and Sheru are in constant conflict since they both regard the night and sleep as their rightful territories. Luukos also mounts a constant assault on Ronan’s realm with those who have failed to die cleanly and are now subject to his curse.

Ronan’s symbol is a black sword with a silver edge on a field of black.

'''The master of dreams and visions, brother of Lorminstra, he is oft referred to as the "Dream-Master". Along with Sheru, he is also constantly fighting all the gods of Lornon. Though he cannot be corrupted, he is weary. He is tall and slender with fair skin, black hair, and dark, hypnotic eyes. He favors only sable-hued garments often trimmed in black leathers. Though weary, he is alert and has a sardonic, wry sense of humor, and can sometimes be seen with Jastev.'''
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Ronan
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Night, Dreams
Humanoid Manifestation: A gaunt man with heavy-lidded eyes and a mysterious smile. His eyes are without whites, being entirely black save a faint grey swirl. He dresses only in black and even the steel of his weapons are black.
Manner: Sleepy, Sardonic

Ronan is the God of Night, he is master of sleep and of dreams and guardian against those who would violate the peaceful respite of that other world. Ronan is perhaps the most active foe of the Dark Gods.

Ronan is the darker twin of Phoen, and it is said that the two, being night and day, cannot come together in the same place.

Given their avoidance of light and their use of darkness as a cloak to cover their activities, Ronan finds the Dark Gods trespassing in his realm quite regularly. Ronan and Sheru are in constant conflict since they both regard the night and sleep as their rightful territories. Luukos also mounts a constant assault on Ronan's realm with those who have failed to die cleanly and are now subject to his curse.

Ronan's symbol is a black sword with a silver edge on a field of black.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Ronan-
God of the Night, master of dreams and visions. He is always fighting against evil, especially the god Sheru; though he cannot be corrupted, he is weary. He always wears black, though his symbol seems to be a white horse. (Reann)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Ronan -
'''God of the night, master of dreams and visions, brother of Lorminstra, "Dream-master". He is always fighting against Lornon, especially the god Sheru, his counterpart. Though he cannot be corrupted, he is weary. He is tall and slender with fair skin, black hair, and dark, hypnotic eyes. He favors only sable-hued cloth garments often trimmed in black leathers and his symbol seems to be a white horse or unicorn. Though weary, he's alert and has a sardonic, wry sense of humor, and can sometimes be seen with Jastev.''' Shrine - unknown. (Reann)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. ''Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams,'' while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer.
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===Modern: Ronan===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
The Ronan shrine by the Lower Dragonsclaw is probably from the late I.C.E. Age period, in spite of Version 3 not listing it. The idea that Lorminstra and Ronan are siblings originates in the Shadow World lore, where there is no premise of being children of Kuor (Koar) and Valris (Lumnis), and there is no relationship between Reann and Phaon (Phoen) in contrast to the idea they are brothers or mirror images. Later development includes reference in the Zelia origins story where they are brothers, and later an origins story involving a Drake known as the Shadow With Wings that causes the birth of Ronan and Sheru without reference to Phoen. Ronan chooses to take Phoen's features, where Phoen had been a more distant kindred.

The Dreamwalkers were a Ronan group in a major storyline called the [[Ride of the Red Dreamer]]. [[Chaeye]] from the second [[Griffin Sword War]] is one of their members, as was the arch-lich [[Tseleth]] formerly. The [[Order of the Night's Blade]] is aligned with the [[Order of Voln]] in the southern [[Turamzzyrian Empire]]. The Fellowship of Night is supposedly an ancient Ronan group that might still exist. Ronan is a patron of the [[Nalfein]] and [[Loenthra]]. The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in jet. Midnight in Elanthia is the [[Hour of Ronan]].

*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[Madness and Entropy: A Tale of Zelia]] (2011)
*[[Origins of Ronan and Sheru]] (2015)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Order of Dreamwalkers|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Dreamwalkers, Night's Blade, Fellowship of Night]] (2015)

==Tilamaire==

===I.C.E. Age: Talaraine===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 20) Eyes: Blue. Hair: Blond. Build: Average. Height: 6'4". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Charming. Dress: Varies. True Attitude: Self-indulgent. Home: Orhan.

A servant of Kieron, Talaraine is the patron of Music and Dance. Usually light-hearted, he is a deadly foe when confronted with a genuine challenge (such as Inis the Dark Goddess). Talaraine frequently travels as a wandering minstrel in disguise to seek out new musical talents. When he finds gifted youg men and women he will often stay and tutor them for a few months, greatly increasing their skill, and sometimes imparting magical abilities.

'''GM Note:''' ''The GM may wish to consider having a Bard PC be tutored by a mysterious minstrel in his youth, and give him a +10 bonus to spells involving singing or playing an instrument because of Talaraine's teaching.''

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 53 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 60
* ''Hits:'' 300
* ''Melee:'' +260 (rapier); +240 (dagger)
* ''Mana:'' 2,880 (480 base, 6x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Bard.
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 120. Directed Spell OB 140 (Fire Bolt). All Bard Base lists to 50th Level. Ten Open and Closed Essence lists to 20th level. (He's an Essence Bard.)
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Pendant:'' 6x power point multiplier. Golden necklace, emerald setting.
* ''Lute:'' Never out of tune.
* ''Rapier:'' +35. Keron.
* ''Dagger:'' +30. Thrown up to 200 feet without penalty, returns via Long Door.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 53 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 110 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 142-143 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 147 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 98 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) he gains the title "The Bard". His age appearance becomes 20 to 25. He gains an 11 foot form. Dress is elaborated to say he usually wears flamboyant colors. The first line is changed to "an associate and sometimes servant of Kieron." His attacks are increased to +320 (rapier) and +280 (dagger).
* In the intermediate period there is no documentation for Tilamaire. In the modern documentation he is instead an ascended mortal because he impressed Cholen with a song so full of joy and laughter, which is elaborated upon in the much later Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire document. The lines about being patron of music dance along with his wandering minstrel and tutoring and imparting magical abilities are kept. The line about his antagonism with Inis (Ivas) is removed, as Ivas was changed to remove emphasis on dancing.
* In the modern documentation he has tawny hair. His eyes are only described as wide, and he has full lips. He wears a flamboyant multi-colored cloak like Cholen. This last detail may have been established in GemStone before it was established in the later I.C.E. lore, where it appears in Powers of Light and Darkness but not the Shadow World Master Atlas. However, Kieron's clothing becomes flamboyant by the 3rd Edition, which is 2001.
* In the modern documentation he carries several instruments instead of just the lute. His manner is carefree and exuberant rather than charming and self-indulgent. He is given the title "the Lithe."

===Intermediate: Tilamaire===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Tilamaire

'''Patron of music and dance. Servant of Cholen, he frequently travels in the guise of a wandering minstrel to seek out new musical talents. Upon finding one worthy of his time, he offers to stay and tutor them, greatly increasing their skill and often bestowing magical abilities. Though he’s generally light-hearted, he’s a deadly foe when confronted with his enemy, Ivas.'''
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Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)

None. Tilamaire was not described in this document.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Tilamaire-
Patron of music and dance. Servant of Cholen, patron of music and dance, enemy of Ivas. (Talaraine)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Tilamaire -
'''Patron of music and dance. Servant of Cholen, he frequently travels in the guise of a wandering minstrel to seek out new musical talents. Upon finding one worthy of his time, he offers to stay and tutor them, greatly increasing their skill and often bestowing magical abilities. Though he's generally light-hearted, he's a deadly foe when confronted with his enemy Ivas.''' (Talaraine)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Tilamaire is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Tilamaire===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
The story of Tilamaire's ascension was elaborated much later in an origin story for him and Cholen. Tilamaire used his song to bring Cholen out of his melancholy over the death of his brother Tarandel back in the Ur-Daemon War. Of the lesser gods, House Loenthra respects Tilamaire. The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in labradorite. Tuesday in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is Tilamaires.

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire]] (2018)

==Tonis==

===I.C.E. Age: Teris===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? Eyes: Light Brown. Hair: Blond, curly. Build: Slender. Height: 6'4". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/M. Skin: Lightly Tanned. Demeanor: Hyperactive, Childlike. Dress: Short, diaphanous tunic. True Attitude: Serious about his duties, but little else. Home: Orhan.

Messenger of the gods, he appears as a beautiful youth in his middle teens. He carries a short staff which records the messages to be delivered. Always barefoot, he can run faster than any living creature, or travels on his magical shield with superlative balance. Teris is the patron of one of the Navigator Guilds ("The [[Navigators]]"), his name occasionally mentioned - not always in a positive way - by other Navigators.

- Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 31 (1989)

'''Teris:''' A beautiful youth, Teris is associated with speed and the fair winds. As messenger of the Lords, he visits Kulthea frequently but rarely lingers.

'''Kieron and Teris:''' Most playful and immature of the pantheon, these two often exhibit childish tendencies, exacerbated when they are together.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Lord of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 140
* ''Hits:'' 500
* ''Melee:'' +380 (quarterstaff), +360 (longbow)
* ''Mana:'' 10,080 (1,680 x 6)
* ''Profession:'' Mentalist
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 140, Directed Spells OB 280 (Lightning Bolt). All Base, Open, and Closed Mentalist lists. All Navigator spell lists.
* ''Staff of Remembering:'' +50 Holy Quarterstaff. Short silver, gold head with pair of spread wings. It speaks and will record any message to be replayed, even producing holographic images.
* ''Shield of Essence-Riding:'' Long oval shield, pale golden wood. Either floats in front of him for defense, or carries him at high speeds standing on it.
* ''Longbow:'' Same wood as the shield. +40, 2x normal range.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 1st Edition; page 31 (1989)
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 48-49 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 108 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 141 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 146 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 96-97 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Jaiman: Land of Twilight (1989) p. 22 it asserts Teris tends to be venerated by Navigators and the Hirazi. On the same page it says the sylphs, meaning the fairy-like air spirits, are enamoured of him and often serve as his messengers.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition'' (1992) it adds the detail that he is androgynous.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition'' (2001) it specifies that he appears about 16.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it makes his appearance between 15 and 17.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) his childlike qualities are elaborated. He teases mortals and Elves leading them along. He will appear in human form and enter races or competitions to surprise and amaze spectators. He cheers different competitors with Cay (Kai).
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) he is considered important to the United Orhan Church in [[Rhakhaan]] since he is believed to be the principal link to the other Lords of Orhan, and many pray to him to carry their thoughts to the other Lords.
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) it asserts a few theologies associate Teris with the sun, and assert he is the son of Oriana and Cay (Oleani and Kai). Prior to this point there is no such relationship stipulated for him in the I.C.E. version, and this is much later than GemStone making him the son of Oleani.
* In the intermediate version for GemStone III, Tonis is given the role "offspring of Phoen and Oleani." Instead of riding on a golden shield, he takes the form of a golden pegasus whose hooves strike flames in the sky. It adds that he is worshipped by thieves, who try to emulate his speed and daring. (Later I.C.E. lore associates thieves with Omir.) It adds a line about being able to slay an army by stealing their breath from rushing by so fast. He appears the same with the same demeanor, but carries a messenger pouch instead of a recording staff.
* The intermediate version where he gains his flying pegasus with flaming hooves form also correlates with Phoen no longer being described having a similar mount. Phaon was described as riding a "great winged horse with flaming mane and tail."
* In the modern documentation he is given the title "the Fleetfooted, King of Thieves." It clarifies that he is "the only offspring" of Phoen and Oleani. Much later there is documentation stating he came into being as the golden drake Arabros flew over Phoen and Oleani, who had long desired a child. This leaves it somewhat ambiguous the extent to which he is their "offspring."

===Intermediate: Tonis===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Tonis

Greater God

Spheres of Power: Speed, Travel, Thieves

'''Messenger of the Gods, he appears as a beautiful androgynous youth in his middle teens. Clad in a short diaphanous tunic and always bare-footed, Tonis can run faster than any living creature. He carries a short staff which records the messages to be delivered and occasionally rides upon his magical shield (like a skateboard). With curly blonde hair, light brown eyes and slender build, his lightly tanned skin flushes with his childlike hyperactivity. He’s rarely been encountered by mortals.'''

Offspring of Phoen and Oleani.

He is renowned for his speed, and for the shape he commonly chooses on an errand. Even more frequently than his "human" form, Tonis takes on the form of a golden pegasus whose hooves strike flames from the sky.

Tonis is also worshipped by thieves. Myths of his speed and daring spur his worshippers on to perform similar feats, and it is the skill and daring of their acts that motivates them more than the trinkets they take. In battle, Tonis can slay an army in a few moments by rushing among them and snatching the breath from their mouths.

Tonis’ symbol is a golden pegasus on a filed of blue.
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Tonis
''Greater God''
Spheres of Power: Speed, Travel, Thieves
Humanoid Manifestation: A lithe young man dressed in a simple tunic and carrying a messenger's pouch across one shoulder.
Demeanor: hyper-active, childlike

Tonis is the Messenger of the gods. Offspring of Phoen and Oleani.

He is renowned for his speed, and for the shape he commonly chooses when on an errand. Even more frequently than his 'human' form, Tonis takes on the form of a golden pegasus whose hooves strike flames from the sky.

Tonis is also worshipped by thieves. Myths of his speed and daring spur his worshippers on to perform similar feats, and it is the skill and daring of their acts that motivates them more than the trinkets they take. In battle, Tonis can slay an army in a few moments by rushing among them and snatching the breath from their mouths.

Tonis' symbol is a golden pegasus on a field of blue.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Tonis-
Messanger of the gods. Rarely encountered by mortals. (Teris)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Tonis -
'''Messanger of the gods, he appears as a beautiful androgynous youth in his middle teens. Clad in a short diaphanous tunic and always bare-footed, Tonis is can run faster than any living creature. He carries a short staff which records the messages to be delivered and occasionally rides upon his magical shield (like a skateboard). With curly blonde hair, light brown eyes and slender build, his lightly tanned skin flushes with his childlike hyperactivity. He's rarely been encountered by mortals. Shrine - unknown.''' (Teris)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)
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Others of the Arkati chose not individual races, but seasons, emotions, or tasks to be their own. Kai accepted warriors of all sorts, and Lumnis embodied wisdom and learning. Ronan controlled the night, the time of dreams, while Phoen's was the warm sun of summer. Imaera chose the autumn, while Lorminstra reigned over winter, the season of death. The raging seas were Charl's domain. Jastev's followers celebrated visual arts, and developed a gift of prophecy, while his twin Cholen became the god of festivals and performing arts. ''Tonis, remarkable for his speed and determination, became the messenger of the gods.'' Over all of them ruled Koar, with a firm but gentle hand.
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===Modern: Tonis===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (present)''

===Later Development===
Tonis was given an origin story of being left in the care of Oleani and Phoen after a drake "soared above the two lovers", and later being tricked by Eorgina into stealing from Lumnis and Koar. Tonis is particularly disliked by the Vaalor, presumably due to his childish behavior. He is a patron of House Nalfein. The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in jasper and aventurine. Dusk in Elanthia is known as the [[Hour of Tonis]].

* [[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Origins of Tonis]] (2018)

==Voaris / Laethe==

===I.C.E. Age: Baeris===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 18) Eyes: Green. Hair: Red. Build: Muscular. Height: 6"6". Race/Sex: Godlike being/Male. Skin: Fair (freckled). Demeanor: Melancholy. Dress: Short, belted tunic off one shoulder. True Attitude: Angst-ridden. Home: Orhan.

A servant of both Oriana and Eissa, Baeris has the interesting occupation of being the patron of young love - and its inevitable tragedies. While boyishly attractive, he never smiles and always looks to be on the verge of tears. He will sometimes act to reunite couples who are divided because of a misunderstanding, and he comforts those who have lost a lover.

In cases of a special tragedy where one lover has been slain, Baeris will beseech Eissa to allow him to return the dead lover to the living. If Eissa allows him to cry, his tears falling on the face o the dead youth will heal their wounds and bring him or her back to life. This would be quite unusual of course, and Baeris will only ask for this under the specific circumstances of star-crossed lovers. Baeris does have considerable healing powers short of raising the dead. However, his followers will oten call upon him to protect or save their loved ones who have been injured - especially in battle.

On a more tangible level, Baeris frequently combats the ''Procreators'', demons of Essaence who pervert the higher ideals of love. In his fury he will sometimes get in over his head, and has had to be rescued more than once. Frequently his savior has been the (seemingly) compassionless Laia.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 52 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 80
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +350 (broadsword); +300 (longbow)
* ''Mana:'' 5,040 (720 base, 7x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' .
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 160. All Open and Closed Clerical spell lists to 50th Level. All Clerical Base Lists of Repulsions, Protections and Channels to 50th Level.
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Special Abilities:''' Lifegiving Tears. Under special circumstances Eissa will allow him to cry, and his tears when touching a face have the power of Lifegiving True, a high level resurrection spell.
* ''Sword:'' +35 Holy sword. Great weapon of gold. Glows with bright light when Baeris wishes, blinds all demons within 30 feet.
* ''Shield:'' Of ''Reversal''. Mirror-bright shield absorbs one spell per round and reverses it back onto the caster.
* ''Bracers:'' Gold arm and leg guards. Stop criticals there 70% of the time.
* ''Earring:'' 7x power point multiplier for Healers.
* ''Tunic:'' No encumbrance. AT 17 armor. (ASG 17)
* ''Long Bow:'' 3x normal range, gives additional disruption critical to demons.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 52 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 109-110 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 142 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 147 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 97-98 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* "All Open and Closed Clerical" spells is probably a typographical error for "Channeling" spells. Baeris does not have a profession listed in the 1st edition, but it is Cleric later. His earring would have implied he was a Healer.
* Baeris can perform resurrections through his special ability, but only by contact from being there himself and only if Eissa allows him.
* In ''Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition'' (1992) his hair becomes red-blond, height is fixed to 6'6".
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) he gains a second 11' form. Changes his servant line into he is often considered the son of Oriana but one who often appeals to Eissa. Gives him the title "The Lover." Adds Avenger demons with the Procreator demons. (Note that in the modern lore he is not a son of Oleani, where Tonis is considered the only child of Phoen and Oleani.)
* In ''Powers of Light and Darkness'' (2003) Daglea, who does not have a true counterpart in GemStone but resembles a cross of The Huntress and Arachne, is considered the evil counterpart of Baeris.
* Baeris was not included in the [[ICE age|SHIFT verb]] when I.C.E. Age terms were converted. There is another glossary in the first Elanthian Herald where "baeris" is converted to "voaris." "Laethe" was apparently coined later.
* In the modern documentation he is given a brother named Laethe who does not exist in the I.C.E. version. His special concern for "star-crossed lovers" is retained as "patron of young love and especially forbidden love." He and Laethe are described as orphans of the Ur-Daemon War, which is likely carrying over from his demon fighting and loved ones lost in battle motifs. He is "watched over by Oleani" rather than being the son of Oleani.
* In the modern documentation it explicitly says he and his twin brother are the youngest of the Arkati, which only makes sense if ascended demi-gods such as Voln and Leya are not considered Arkati. This document asserts their power grows over time, and his powers have not grown great enough yet to be considered part of the main pantheon. Voaris is "the Charming."
* In the modern documentation his relationship with Eissa (Lorminstra), healing, and resurrection is removed. His interest in forbidden love is expanded beyond the narrow context of death. His point of reuniting divided lovers is altered into his clerics will transport and shelter lovers in other places where they are allowed to be wed. His hair is changed to "golden" instead of red or red-blond. His eyes are made blue instead of green, and clothes to match local traditions rather than a tunic. Instead of being melancholy and angst-ridden, he is "clever and mischievous."
* Laethe "the Lovelorn" is given Baeris' depressed and death oriented details. The modern documentation has him never truly coping with their parents death (losing them in the Ur-Daemon War roots in Baeris with battles), and he focuses on helping people who have lost loved ones. Laethe also has fair skin and blue eyes, but black hair, and wears black clothing without decoration. He is caring and sad.
* It is reasonable to interpret Voaris and Laethe as splitting Baeris and his role into two different lesser gods, with "Lae" coming from "Bae" and "ris" in Voaris coming from Bae"ris".
* In the intermediate period the Icemule shrines already existed, such as a Laethe shrine on Pilsner Avenue. Laranna's [http://www.mystikal.com/laranna/lesser.html#Laethe description] attributes Laethe as a "she" because it depicts a woman kneeling with her hand pressed hard against a wall while the other holds a wedding boquet, and says notes are left there seeking the return of lost loved ones. Laethe is listed as patron of young love, and describes him as compassionate and caring, which he retains in official documentation and does not come from Baeris. Laranna has nothing for Voaris. They are both "Patron of Young Love" in the modern documentation.

===Intermediate: Voaris / Laethe===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)

Voaris and Laethe are not mentioned at all.

Version 2: [https://waybackmachine.org/web/20011020142517/http://chesylcha.com:80/arkati.html House Chesylcha] copy of "Gods of Elanthia" (deprecated official)

None. Voaris and Laethe were not described in this document.

Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)

Voaris and Laethe were not summarized in this source. Baeris was not mentioned.

Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Voaris and Laethe are not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Voaris / Laethe===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
Voaris and Laethe had no development in the intermediate period. In the modern period they are watched over by Oleani. Valentine's Day in the Elanthian calendar is called the Day of Voaris and Laethe. Laethe is considered a patron of Icemule Trace, where Oleani is the patroness of halflings. There was a young priest of Laethe during the [[War of Nations]], with the V'reen morphs, in [[Archmage in the Alchemists]]. (2003) The gems document has Laethe's worshippers placing significance in black onyx and rhodochrosite, and Voaris' worshippers in geodes.

There was a dark elven horror story contest for players (around 2014) where several of the winners were incorporated into a document. One of the Dhe'nar horror stories made Oleani into a monstrous entity called the Adversary, with Laethe and Voaris as the twin demons Loss and Anathema, where the protagonist is horrifyingly reunited with a dead lover.

* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
* [[Dark Elven Horror Stories]] (2014)

==Voln==

===I.C.E. Age: Vult===
'''Official:''' 1990 - 1995

'''Description:'''
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Age: ? (Appears = 25) Eyes: Blue. Hair: Black. Build: Muscular. Height: 6'7". Race/Sex: Godlike Being/Male. Skin: Fair. Demeanor: Grim, sometimes Snide. Dress: Black chain with white surcoat. True Attitude: Determined. Home: Orhan.

Vult is indirectly a servant of Eissa; it is his task to free the Undead and cleanse their souls. He wanders Kulthea alone seeking out cursed Undead and slaying them.

With his flowing sable hair and striking blue eyes, he is handsome but unapproachable. His black chain armor looks like it is rent in places, but his surcoat is always gleaming white.

- Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 54 (1990)
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'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a great spirit was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Status:'' Great Spirit of Orhan
* ''Level:'' 60
* ''Hits:'' 350
* ''Melee:'' +350 2-handed sword
* ''Mana:'' 2,100 (420 base, 5x enhancer)
* ''Profession:'' Fighter (Paladin).
* ''Spells:'' Base Spell OB 120. Open Channeling Purifications and Detection Mastery lists to 20th level. Closed Channeling lists Lore and Locating Ways to 20th level. Cleric Base Repulsions list to 50th level. (Rolemaster Companion's Paladin Base Spell Breaker list.)
* ''Godlike Powers:'' As all Spirits of Orhan
* ''Special Immunity:'' Lords of Orhan are resilient, but Vult is completely immune to ''any'' spells or special magical effects of the Undead.
* ''Liberator:'' +30 enchant 2-handed sword, clear blue laen, named "Liberator." Of Slaying Undead, delivering an extra Disruption Critical. Soft blue radiance within 300 feet of Undead.
* ''Armor:'' Chain armor enamelled black, AT 17 (ASG 17) but encumbers as leather.
* ''Amulet:'' 5x Channeling powerpoint enhancer necklace.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addenundum, 1st Edition; page 54 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 111 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 143 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 148 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 99 (2003)

'''Evolution:'''
* In Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition (2001) his two handed sword is changed to a blue laen battle axe, and remains that way in the 4th Edition (2003).
* In Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) he is given the title "Vult the Releaser." His age is listed as Immortal and changed to say he appears to be 30. Snide is changed to sarcastic. His black chain is described as "torn", and he also wears high black boots, black leather breeches and a white tunic.
* In Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) he is described as a "son" (their quotation marks to imply it is not literally true) of Eissa, the younger brother of Jon'no who did not exist yet in the I.C.E. Age of GemStone III. He is described as looking mongoloid, or Asian, and looks like an unusually tall member of the Y'nar race.
* In Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) his origins are described (in legend) as Eissa reaching into the River of Life and cutting herself on a chunk of obsidian, dropping it in surprise, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. Out of the obsidian and her blood rose Vult, who was the great warrior she needed, having been angered by necromancers who had debased the sanctity of death. Obsidian weapons blessed by Vult are Of Slaying undead. (In the modern lore Onar is said to have originated in a similar way from obsidian.) There was never any premise of being a demi-god or the son of Kuor.
* In Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) his weapons is changed back to Liberator, the two-handed sword rather than the battle axe. His hit points are increased to 450, and a line is added that as a warrior his strength is comparable to that of the Lords. He also has two black laen throwing knives that are Of Slaying Undead, go 5x the normal distance, and teleport (Long Door) back to his boots.
* In the later material there is what is essentially an anti-Voln analog for the Dark Spirits of Charon. Bogaluth is the god of necromancers rather than Klysus.
* Unlike the Order of Vult (1994) in GemStone III, in Powers of Light and Darkness (2003) he is the patron of priests who seek to destroy the creators of the undead, not only the undead themselves. In the modern lore (2014) this is analogous to the Halluckite interpretation of Voln's theology.
* The Order of Vult implies that souls are cleansed with water from the River of Life and Spring of Youth, where the monastery courtyard is (arguably) a symbolic representation of the [[Gates of Oblivion]] on Orhan. This does not come from the Shadow World documentation. Initiates are cleansed of all worldly pollutions, the waters being a "gift" from her. This wordly pollution messaging was implied in the [[Drake's Shrine]] with Lorminstra's Lake of Tears.
* While the Vult documentation holds that he releases and cleanses souls as an indirect servant of Eissa, it is important to note that Eissa herself annihilates corrupt souls with her Staff of Doom. The Lords of Orhan are highly aloof and mostly do not care what mortals do on the world below. They were completely absent from the world when the Order of Vult was supposedly founded. They rarely cooperate cooperate or agree to joint actions, where they even took a few hundred years to decide to end the Wars of Dominion. These are fairly serious inconsistencies with their Order of Vult representation.
* The Order of Vult (1994) has ambiguous subtext. The story the monks tell in its original context is deeply contradictory, and the founder Fasthr K'Tafali also means "Lord of the Half-Heads" in Iruaric and Erlini. It is impossible for it to be true for numerous reasons, and might even [[Changramai|imply]] the Order is a front for the theocracy of Klysus. If there was an intent for it to parallel or rival the [[Council of Light]] in this way it was not ultimately executed. Its details were later retconned, removing the contradictions.
* In the old death mechanics the Great Spirit Voln, and presumably Vult before him, would intervene to save very low level dead characters when they decayed.
* One of the Hrassk priests was named Valtar, and his name was changed to Volnar. There is no obvious relation or connection between them.
* The intermediate period player summaries referred to Voln as "The Liberator", but this was only the name of Vult's sword.
* In the intermediate and modern documentation the line about not being directly a servant of Lorminstra is kept and retains the word snide for his demeanor. They are almost the same as each other, with the exception of the modern lore giving him the title "the Paladin", as well as "Destroyer of the Undead." This last point somewhat contradicts the mercy premise of the Order of Vult, which was based on the I.C.E. Age lore, and not his having "undying hatred of the undead" as he does modernly.
* In the intermediate and modern documentation Voln is described as the demi-god offspring of Koar with a mortal woman, and that he hates Luukos because he grew up losing loved ones to the curse of Luukos. (There is no reference to Klysus in the Vult description.) He is pledged to releasing all those enslaved by Luukos, which was simultaneous with a lore change greatly increasing the role of Luukos with the undead. The loresong on one of the Stones of Virtue from the [[Vvrael]] quest (1998), now in the crown of [[Mount Aenatumgana]], depicted Voln becoming self-aware of his own immortal nature when faced with a Luukosian priest. The loresong has him learning this from Koar. In the Voln history document (2014) he is told by Lorminstra.
* In the History of Luukos (2006) document it is asserted that Voln was ascended some time after the Undead War with Despana.

===Intermediate: Voln===
'''Official?:''' 1996 - 1998

Version 1: [http://www.daingneachonoir.com/index.php/library/religion-theology/116-gods-of-liabo Tebon Compilation] (mixed unofficial and deprecated official)
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Voln

Lesser God

Sphere of Power: Battle against the Undead

'''"The Liberator", wanders Elanthia slaying undead creatures and breaking the curse that keeps them from Lorminstra. He appears about 25, has flowing sable hair striking blue eyes, and is usually found wearing black chain armor with a white surcoat...He’s handsome, but unapproachable with his grim, sometimes snide demeanor.'''

While not directly a servant of Lorminstra, Voln does owe much to her and shares her hatred of Luukos. Tales suggest that Voln’s very existence is a result of Lorminstra’s constant entreaties to Koar for some direct action to counter the spreading curse of Luukos’ undead. Most tales attribute Voln’s paternal lineage to Koar and a mortal woman. His upbringing, in a land where he witnessed loved ones lost to Luukos’ curse, shaped him with an undying hatred of the undead and provided a lifelong mission. Now fully cognizant of his own immortal nature, Voln has pledged himself to the release of every soul enslaved by Luukos.

Voln’s symbol is a white shield on a field of black.

Voln’s shrine can be located at the Voln Monastery, just outside of Wehnimer’s Landing.

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Voln
''Lesser God''
Spheres of Power: Battle against the Undead
Humanoid Manifestation: Voln always appears ready for battle in full armor of black chainmail topped by a white surcoat and carrying a white shield.
Demeanor: grim, sometimes snide

While not directly a servant of Lorminstra, Voln does owe much to her and shares her hatred of Luukos. Tales suggest that Voln's very existence is a result of Lorminstra's constant entreaties to Koar for some direct action to counter the spreading curse of Luukos' undead. Most tales attribute Voln's paternal lineage to Koar and a mortal woman. His upbringing, in a land where he witnessed loved ones lost to Luukos' curse, shaped him with an undying hatred of the undead and provided a lifelong mission.

Now fully cognizant of his own immortal nature, Voln has pledged himself to the release of every soul enslaved by Luukos.

Voln's symbol is a white shield on a field of black.
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Version 3: Laranna Summaries (unofficial)
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'''''Earlier Form:'''''

-Voln-
The Liberator, wanders Elanthia slaying undead creatures and breaking the curse that keeps them from Lorminstra. (Vult)

'''''Later Form:'''''

- Voln -
'''"The Liberator", wanders Elanthia slaying undead creatures and breaking the curse that keeps them from Lorminstra. He appears about 25, has flowing sable hair striking blue eyes, and is usually found wearing black chain armor with a white surcoat.. He's handsome but unapproachable with his grim, sometimes snide demeanor. The shrine, the "Voln Monestary," is found just outside the Graveyard.''' (Vult)
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Version 4: [[History of Elanthia]] (still official, but oldest)

Voln is not mentioned in the original History of Elanthia document.

===Modern: Voln===
'''Official:''' 1999 - Present

The details of this gods document appear to be unchanged, and often the same or very close to the intermediate version.

* ''[https://web.archive.org/web/20020223110617/http://www.angelfire.com:80/rpg/beaconhall/gods_of_elanthia.htm Beacon Hall Archive]: Gods of Elanthia (2002)''
* ''GSWiki: [[Gods of Elanthia]] (2018)''

===Later Development===
The [[Order of Voln]] had the details of its origin story retconned by the Turamzzyrian Empire history document in 2000. Various free floating De-ICE'd location terms without definition, including the [[Kannalan Empire]], were incorporated into the human history. The year 1300 in their origin story became taken to refer to the Kannalan Empire calendar, which was entirely different in nature from the Lankan Empire. This shift removes the original context that the monks are lying for some reason. There was later a review where various Order of Voln symbols on the Path of Enlightenment were changed.

The history of the Order of Voln (2014) was given a completely modern formulation within the framework of the retconned origin story. This describes an elaborate historical progression of different theological schools of thought within the Order evolving in reactions and counter-reactions regarding the scope and meaning of their task. This is both considerably newer and broader than the specific messaging given on the Path of Enlightenment. These doctrines do not reference the soul cleansing of corruption or taint of dark energy in the curse of the undead. The concept is given in the Dandrellian context of purifying members and being born again in the mandate of Voln. Mercy and the idea of releasing souls of their suffering remain foundational, but no reference is given to his hatred of the undead or "destroying" them.

The Order of Voln has been a factor in a number of storylines west of the DragonSpine Mountains. These range from the champion Vordilion in [[All the Lich King's Men]] (2013) and the unarmed combat system (2012) [[Monk and UCS release storyline|release events]], the [[Cross into shadows|War of Shadows]] (2014), to the [[Rise of Rone]] (2018) with [[Malluch Burdos]] as a Halluckite extremist. Various monastery groups and Order of Voln history is detailed in [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2015). The [[Vaalor]] respect Voln and Leya of the lesser gods.

The gems document has his worshippers placing significance in onyx, presumably because Lorminstra's includes banded onyx. Monday in the Elanthia [[calendar]] is Volnes. Similar to the issue posed by Leyan (Wednesday), it was presumably called something else in the far past, as Voln supposedly did not exist before the Undead War.

*[[History of the Turamzzyrian Empire]] (2000)
*[[Elven Dogma and Theology]] (2001)
*[[History of Luukos]] (2004)
* [https://web.archive.org/web/20071206154403/http://www.play.net/gs4/info/gems/gem11.asp#Arkati Elanthian Gems] (2007)
*[[History of the Order of Voln]] (2014)
*[[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Southern Order of Voln|Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire: Southern Order of Voln, The White Fists]] (2015)

=Other Entities=
There were some other entities from the I.C.E. setting that were peripherally or implicitly present in the GemStone III setting.

===The Black Hel===
The Black Hel pantheon was an assortment of thirteen gods and spirit servants ruled by Orgiana, who was assumed to have fled to Charon but is actually hiding in the [[Black Hel]]. They were probably never mentioned in the game, but they implicitly existed and there were demons of the Black Hel. One of these claimed to swear fealty to [[Maleskari]], the Demon Lord now imprisoned in [[Bonespear Tower]]. These deities were all imprisoned, destroyed, or banished by the time period the game was set. The material one of these gods was imprisoned within was used to forge a powerful sword.

On the island of Aranmor under the theocracy of Orgiana, there were four state cults in homage to the pantheon of the Black Hel, where Orgiana is the "greatest" among them. However, her avatar is described in later books as Level 100, while the dark god Solus is also described as level 100. Her "primary power" is described as all of these other ones. Whether the Black Hel should be retconned as a sub-pantheon of Charon because of Orgiana is a matter of interpretation.

'''(1) Agskirn'''

* ''Form:'' Giant Ant
* ''Symbol:'' Crossed Fingers
* ''Cult:'' Avaris
* ''Primary Power:'' Trickery
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

'''(2) Aminos'''

* ''Form:'' Bearded Elder
* ''Symbol:'' Crossed Lightning Bolts
* ''Cult:'' Retaliar
* ''Primary Power:'' Destructive Weather
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

'''(3) Calabarius '''

* ''Form:'' Woman-Reptile
* ''Symbol:'' Orb
* ''Cult:'' Concup
* ''Primary Power:'' Sorrow
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

'''(4) Dalogor'''

* ''Form:'' Man-Wolf
* ''Symbol:'' Man's Head
* ''Cult:'' Retaliar
* ''Primary Power:'' Hatred
* ''Status:'' Dead

'''(5) Derion'''

* ''Form:'' Imp with Whip
* ''Symbol:'' Branding Iron
* ''Cult:'' Mortos
* ''Primary Power:'' Sadism/Pain
* ''Status:'' Imprisoned in meteoric [[ICE materials#Eog|eog]] and buried deep by Iorak.

'''(6) Homisaer'''

* ''Form:'' Jewelled King
* ''Symbol:'' Gold Boot
* ''Cult:'' Avaris
* ''Primary Power:'' Intimidation
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

'''(7) Mournos'''

* ''Form:'' Cloaked Wraith
* ''Symbol:'' Inverse dagger
* ''Cult:'' Mortos
* ''Primary Power:'' Oppression
* ''Status:'' Imprisoned in meteoric [[ICE materials#Eog|eog]] and buried deep by Iorak.

'''(8) Solus'''

* ''Form:'' Mutated Thing
* ''Symbol:'' Hieroglyph
* ''Cult:'' Mortos
* ''Primary Power:'' Soul-Devouring
* ''Status:'' Imprisoned in meteoric [[ICE materials#Eog|eog]] and buried deep by Iorak. Eog forged into the sword Soulcrusher.

'''(9) Syncarnos'''

* ''Form:'' Man-Bull
* ''Symbol:'' Horns
* ''Cult:'' Concup
* ''Primary Power:'' Lust
* ''Status:'' Imprisoned by Kieron.

'''(10) T'Marrow'''

* ''Form:'' Invisible
* ''Symbol:'' The Cloak
* ''Cult:'' Avaris
* ''Primary Power:'' Stealth
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

'''(11) Urich'''

* ''Form:'' Hairless Bear
* ''Symbol:'' Rope
* ''Cult:'' Concup
* ''Primary Power:'' Pain
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

'''(12) Zorsch'''

* ''Form:'' Batlike Human
* ''Symbol:'' Sun
* ''Cult:'' Retaliar
* ''Primary Power:'' Rage
* ''Status:'' Unknown (Destroyed or banished.)

In the [[Wars of Dominion]] these gods when summoned would help crush "white essence" users who intervened. When their followers then began assaulting people on [[Jaiman]], the Lords of Orhan had enough and called a grand inquisition, which was impolitely refused which led to the pantheon being purged around 6800 [[Second Era]]. Things were quiet for several years until their followers massacred an entire town, which ended up provoking a response that caused the fall of the theocracy. This situation of Orgiana being banished and desiring revenge is referenced in the [[Temple of Darkness Poem]], with the significance being that the conditions of the poem were written in the [[Broken Lands]] long before they actually happened. This was apparently written many millennia earlier by a speaker of [[Iruaric]].

"Lesser demons" of the Black Hel were spirits transformed into demons by the dark gods as servants. They were fashioned into seven wards, each having only one purpose, where asking it to do anything else will immediately free it.

* ''(1) Preventors:'' Black vapor unless bound within object. Guardians or barriers, calling for help or attacking.
* ''(2) Riddlers:'' Put into jewelry and keepsakes. Encyclopedias of information, but very dishonest. More it knows, less likely to get the truth.
* ''(3) Flete:'' Featherless crows with red eyes. Transform into huge winged bats that can be ridden vast distances very fast without tiring.
* ''(4) Protectors:'' Always constrained into defensive items. Absorb damage and crits. Very difficult to break. Possibly special powers.
* ''(5) Slayers:'' Nine feet tall, four sets vicious claws, hairless. AT20 Very fast. Often immune to non-magical attacks. Special powers when put into weapons.
* ''(6) Fulfillers:'' Reflect creator's conception of beauty. Provide things as servants, such as food, herbs, weapons, magic items.
* ''(7) Fateless:'' Rip out the soul of targets and possess their bodies. Cannot be harmed by non-magical weapons. Some must be exorcised.
* ''(8) Invokers:'' Greater demons who can take the form of any of the wards. Essentially demi-gods with their own will, possibly offspring of the Black Hel gods or lesser demons who grew beyond the control of their masters.

===The Iron Wind===
The manifestation of [[The Unlife]] that the [[Priests Arnak]] served. The [[Council of Light]] refers to it as the Great One, under the minor assumption they are Priests Arnak. The priests would commune with it and learn their calling. The Ordainers of the Iron Wind on Mur Fostisyr have their own cults with priests. The Tower of Yarthraak has a small temple to a dark sea god named '''Karaktus''', who is vengeful and demanding, for whom the priests of that order sometimes give human sacrifices. There is no reason to think Karaktus is relevant to GemStone III, unless he is the same god as Shaal and/or Menachrahan.

===Hrassk===
The Spider Temple goddess. There is nothing in the way of details about Hrassk itself, other than the word "goddess" being used for her. The word "goddess" for Hrassk was also used in room descriptions of the Spider Temple. The [[Arachne]] lore is quite different. The [[ICE age|SHIFT]] verb listed the names of Hrassk's priests under the "Dark Gods" section, because their names are used to label the legs of the Spider Temple. They were not gods. In the [[Kelfour Edition volume I number XII|release event]] around April 1991, Askylor teleported adventurers into imprisonment. Unlike the source book, in the Spider Temple it was Askylor who was labeled High Priest, with [[Kelfour Edition volume II number X|a log]] existing showing him as an NPC praying at the altar. The [[Shards]] were present as poisonous creatures, but canonically should not have been that far west.

The Hrassk priests were as follows, originating in the Quellbourne (1990) source book on pages 23-24:
* Askylor: Now Aldemur. The Venom of Hrassk. Enforces Hrassk's will on the treasonous with drugs, torture, and sacrifice. Weakness for tapestries.
* Karamon: Now Carelin. The Mind of Hrassk. Plots the raids against surrounding trappers and miners.
* Trandel: Now Drevthrel. The Fang of Hrassk.
* Faeldin: Now Folthre. The Eye of Hrassk. Holds maps of surrounding areas.
* Valtar: Now Volnar. High Priest of Hrassk.

Askylor as seen in the Spider Temple:
<pre{{log2|margin-right=350px}}>
You see before you Askylor, the High Priest of Hrassk. His thin, spindle-like arms and legs remind you greatly of the deity he has choosen to serve. He wears a long, flowing robe, embroidered in silver with arachnids and their webs.
</pre>

===Shaaljin===
The [[Shaaljin]] monks were local to the area and are now called Zhaolmin monks. They believed in a total absence of disturbing things. There was a contrary local deity named '''Ruusak''' whose followers focused on destroying everything. Including rocks and inanimate objects. The destroyers were associated with the mountain Galtoth, which became Keltoph but does not exist on the maps.

===Maleskari===
The Demon Lord of Death and Undeath. This one had a subtle background influence and was eventually reintroduced in Elanthia as the [[Bonespear Tower]] demon. [[Maleskari]] is an enormous (building sized) armored skeleton. There are other named [[Ordainers]] in the source books, Maleskari is one of the most powerful. There was a sword with a slayer demon of the Black Hel which claimed to serve Maleskari, but the demon was either lying, or else Maleskari is somehow involved with or serving Orgiana which would be specific to GemStone III. There is no source book basis for Black Hel demons having anything to do with Ordainers.

===Kralta'ain===
[[Kraalta'ain|Kralta'ain]] was the war god of the Ice Kral. They are now called [[krolvin]] and have a different religion, so there is no direct analog. It might be inferred that the Kral, an inherently warlike race, have the origins of their name tied up with their war god. There is no lore for whether this might be a local god or another name for a dark god such as Z'tarr.

===Menachrahan===
[[Menachrahan]] was the sea god of the Ice Kral. The [[krolvin warfarer]]s would have dumped ten to twenty percent of all their raiding loot into the sea as a sacrifice to him. There is no direct analog in the modern krolvin religion. There is no lore for whether this might be a local god or another name for a dark god such as Shaal or Karaktus.

===Dancers of Inis===
Level 30 spirit servants of Inis that infiltrated societies and destroyed them from within using jealousy. There are a dozen of them. They are all identical and resemble Inis, including the way she dresses. They have the ability to return to Charon if they destroyed on Shadow World. This is not a universal property of Dark Spirits, who are more vulnerable than the Dark Lords. The dancers are repelled by holy songs such as those of Kieron.

'''Development:'''
* Shadow World Master Atlas Addendum, 1st Edition; page 47 (1990)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 2nd Edition; page 119 (1992)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 3rd Edition; page 144 (2001)
* Shadow World Master Atlas, 4th Edition; page 154 (2003)
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 110-111 (2003)

===Masters of Emer===
The Titans were demi-god scale powered members of the Orhan pantheon who relocated to the surface of [[Emer]] early in the [[Second Era]]. They are thought to be the offspring of Orhan gods with Elves during the [[Interregnum]]. This was known lore in the I.C.E. Age but seemingly had no relevance to the game, so none of these figures are listed as deities in the modern documentation. While the Lords of Orhan are benign and only occasionally are moved to lust or love with mortals, the Masters of Emer are well-meaning, but considerably more petty and follow their desires rather than higher ideals.

In the [[Third Era]] they mostly live alone on mountain peaks in bitterness at the "thankless mortals" who turned on them long ago. They mostly do not speak even to each other. They do not consider others to be anything more than toys, and shun contact with "lesser" races. These are generalities. Kio Viax loves the Rhiani people, and some Titans speak with Titus Hiaz again. The Xiosians are mortal servants on Votania. They are "warriors of unmatched skill" and taught the [[Changramai]] how to fight.

* '''Titus Hiaz:''' Master of Haestra, Warrior King of the Titans. Resides on top of Votania. Has settled differences with a few masters. Fought Ordainer of Scalu at Battle of Maegris in Wars of Dominion.
* '''Xaym Jyax:''' Formerly master of Tai-Emer, now ruled by the Lankan Empire, the theocracy of Klysus. Resides with Titus Hiaz.
* '''Ria Xain:''' Former mistress of Khum-kaan. Resides with Titus Hiaz.
* '''Xaix Yjan:''' Lord of Onar. Resides with Titus Hiaz
* '''Kio Viax:''' Master of Uj. Has not spoken to Titus Hiaz since [[Second Era]]. Lives alone near City of the Dead, ruins of the Lords of Essaence pre-dating him.
* '''Mira Zyan:''' Former mistress of Silaar. Imprisoned in a 7 foot mirror by the [[Dragonlord]] Voriig Kye, which is actually a dimensional cage.

'''Development:'''
* "Emer: The Great Continent" (1990); page 8, 77 [along with references in numerous Emer books]

=Non-GemStone I.C.E. Gods=
The Shadow World documentation refers to the deities as a "few selected" examples of the most powerful ones. There are "dozens" of other lesser and greater spirits that are left unmentioned. Sometimes one will not be mentioned in a later book, such as Morgu, but some other deity not heard of before will be described. There are consequently known members of our pantheons in the Shadow World setting that never existed in GemStone III, thus not existing in the modern documentation. There are also deities or figures that could be treated as deities in the Shadow World lore that did not exist in GemStone.

==Charon==
There is one additional Dark Lord of the Charon pantheon that is named along with the others in later Shadow World books. This is because Nynaku was one of the dark gods imprisoned in the Wars of Dominion, but he did not escape his prison until extremely recently in the Shadow World history. The Black Hel members may be Charon associated under Orgiana, though the timing and extent of her own association with Charon is ambiguous. Other imprisoned, banished, or destroyed Dark Lords may exist.

===Nynaku===
Volcano god of the Charon pantheon imprisoned by Cay at the end of the Wars of Dominion using an orb constructed by the artificer Tethior. Released by accident as a result of the failure of the northern Eye of Utha late in the [[Third Era]], which is the direct analog to the events of the [[Vvrael]] quest in Elanthia and the [[Eye of the Drake]]. He has considerable command over fire elementals and fire demons.

'''Avatar:<br> ''' The [[avatar]] of a deity was a physical incarnation that could be destroyed by violence requiring days of recovery.'''
* ''Level:'' 120
* ''Hits:'' 700
* ''Melee:'' +450 (huge crush, fists 2x/round)
* ''Mana:'' N/A
* ''Spells:'' Base OB 100, Directed Spell OB 200 (Fire Bolt). Knows Mage Base lists for Fire Law and Earth Law to 50th.
* ''Armor:'' Skin is AT20 (ASG 20), effectively plate armor. Immune to all fire and heat, 2x damage to water and cold.
* ''Passing:'' Walks through stone like water, leaving molten rock behind. Metals take longer. [[ICE materials#Laen|Laen]] (glaes) is impenetrable because it gets harder as it gets hotter.
* ''Immolation:'' Bursts into flames at will.
* ''Eyes of Fire:'' Spell-like ability. Stream of fire from eyes that can be turned up to 30 degrees in an arc and hitting up to 500 feet. 4x/day ability.
* ''Tread of Trembling:'' Stomps ground making 6 Richter scale earthquake in 1 mile radius. Cracks open ground 300 feet deep, 30 feet wide, jagged path extending 1 mile. (1x/day ability)
* ''Summoning:'' Summon/control up to four strong fire elementals per day, even simultaneously. Exist as long as he concentrates. Can summon up to two fire demons using a Demonic Gate. Controls as long as he concentrates.
* ''Equipment:'' No longer has any artifacts he may have once possessed before being imprisoned.

'''Development:'''
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 112 (2003)

===Daglea===
Dark Spirit, Mistress of Vengeance. Level 50. Has a red hourglass symbol on her forehead and a monstrous 30 foot spider form. She can be considered apocryphally to be the analog of [[The Huntress]], who was spun off the Hrassk spider god concept, which became [[Arachne]] and changed to an ascended lesser spirit instead of a local god. (Essentially the evil Baeris.)

'''Development:'''
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 111 (2003)

===Bogaluth===
Dark Spirit, Lord of Pestilence. Level 60. The god of necromancers and patron of those who control the undead. Seeks to dominate the world with his undead slaves. (Essentially the evil Vult.) Klysus is a God of Death and a necromancer by profession, but his primary focus is devouring rather than enslaving souls in Shadow World.

'''Development:'''
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 112 (2003)

===Schreyach===
Dark Spirit, the Gatekeeper. Level 60. Physically resembles Jon'no. Guards the portals and pits of Charon (leading to the [[Pales]] and elsewhere) where the souls of the followers of the Dark Gods end up. (Essentially the evil Jon'no.)

'''Development:'''
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 112 (2003)

==Orhan==

===Kel===
Kel is a "powerful Dryad-like being" who the Loremasters believe was a Spirit of Orhan who gave up a lot of his powers to reside instead on Emer. His avatar is Level 90, and he is playful and mischievous by nature and manner. His [[sphere of emanation]] is anchored on a "huge, sentient Oak Tree" in the center of the Emerald Forest, to which he is empathically linked and senses intruders to the forest. They can manifest a barrier around it to the power of a Greater Warding Perimeter, which retreats in scope to the Vale of the Tree if he is defeated. If the tree were destroyed while recovering, he would be slain.

He was established early in the documentation to qualify as implicitly present in the GemStone III world setting, but there seems to be nothing of relevance to include him in that category. He is weak by the standards of a Lord of Orhan, for which he has similar powers and immunities, higher level but roughly equal in might to Vult. He is implicitly a local god now and should be weakened by traveling far.

'''Development:'''
* Emer: The Great Continent; page 22 (1990)

===Jon'no===
Great Spirit, Level 50. Jon'no is the "son" (spirit servant) of Eissa who actually ''guards'' the Gates of Oblivion, and brings souls across to their destinations. He will also travel to the realms of the dead to retrieve a soul if needed. Jon'no was invented in the later Shadow World documentation and loosely has the role Gosaena was given in the modern lore for Elanthia. He has his own set of keys to the Gates of Oblivion, including the Key to the Void which is never used.

'''Development:'''
* Powers of Light and Darkness; page 99 (2003)

=Non-I.C.E. GemStone Gods=
The following deities exist in GemStone IV but their descriptions do not have a counterpart in the Shadow World source material.

* [[Gosaena]] (special case, Kadaena existed)
* [[Arachne]] (special case, Hrassk existed)
* [[The Huntress]] (special case, based on Hrassk)
* [[Shar]] (special case, adapted from Dungeons & Dragons)
* [[Ghezresh]]
* [[L'Naere]]
* [[Aeia]]
* [[Meyno]]
* [[Illoke]]
* [[Khaarne]]
* [[Origins of Cholen and Tilamaire|Tarandel]]
* [[Origin of Mularos|Maigra]]
* [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian Empire#The Reeds of Jes'Tamaline|Jes'Tamaline]]
* [[Half-Krolvin Society and Faith|Krolvin gods]] (special case, probably just the Arkati interpreted differently; e.g. Khar'ta is claimed to be Charl)
* [[Great Elemental]]s ([[Nelemar]], etc.)
* [[Althedeus]]
* [[Kyr'orvrad]] (has temple on [[Bone Island]] off the [[Southron Wastes]], possibly demonic)
* [[Ur-Daemon]]
* [[Vvrael]] (special case, arguably crossing the Agothu and [[The Unlife]])
* [[Drakes]] (special case, "Great Drakes" exist in Shadow World but the most powerful are under Level 100)
* [[History of Elanthia#The Beginning|The One]] (creation myth added to older [[History of Elanthia]] document in 2000)

=Disclaimer=
The exact wording on the gods descriptions is especially relevant, so fairly small blocks of text are being quoted. These are copyrighted terms of Iron Crown Enterprises, though it is no worse than much of the [[Kelfour Edition]]s which are also on the Wiki. They are transcribed directly from given source books, cited with publication years and page numbers. Their [[avatar]] specifications are partially listed and paraphrased. What may look like transcription errors will sometimes be actual typos from the source book itself. These were not documents created by Simutronics, and GemStone III was '''non-canonical'''.

===I.C.E. Documentation===
The precise years are given for documents whenever possible, separating out when various things became established. When there is source book material created ''later'' than a given part of the game, that material cannot have been used in its creation. Information first published later than 1995 is much less likely to have any relevance to GemStone III or GemStone IV. There is some documentation and lore that only ever existed in GemStone, and things in GemStone were not necessarily introduced without alteration. Much of the Shadow World and Rolemaster material had little or no relevance to GemStone III.

There is an additional subtlety regarding the dates. The listed year is a copyright date, and therefore should be read as "no later than this year", rather than "not before this year." The information that appears in a published book, such as some of the deities that do not exist in GemStone, may have been partially available at earlier dates. As such it is possible some "later" content ''may'' have been relevant. Some of the I.C.E. material relevant to the gods originally comes from earlier source books that were retconned for the Shadow World setting. Some of the gods thus have definitions pre-dating the pantheons.

===Intermediate Documentation===
These versions are listed in order from most recent to oldest. The Laranna paraphrases pre-date the Simutronics documentation (not including Version 4), and the Tebon compilation mixes the two together, but pre-dates the more modern form of the same document. The gods lore has continued to develop in ways that are not necessarily consistent with that document but it has not been modified in decades.

'''Version 1: Tebon Compilation''' (mixed unofficial and deprecated official; most recent)

The transitional form descriptions are taken from a compiled document with commentary (version 1) rather than a copy and paste from an unaltered Simutronics documents. This appears to be combining information from two different gods documentation. The first parts ('''bolded''') are clearly in between the Shadow World and contemporary documents, and the other parts are still from a point when some of them had no definition yet. Typically these are paraphrases of the Shadow World version but appended with Elanthia setting details. This should be used cautiously because of this ambiguity.

The part that agrees with Version 2 appears to be the actual intermediate document by Simutronics, which is very similar to the current gods document of this format. The bolded parts came from [https://web.archive.org/web/19970711074539/www.mystikal.com/laranna.htm Laranna's Lair] where both are present but they are separated. Luukos and Amasalen were depicted in their I.C.E. forms on Teras Isle, which was in the documentation gap of Spring 1996.

'''Version 2: House Chesylcha copy of "Gods of Elanthia"''' (deprecated official; older)

In some cases for Liabo and Lornon there is a corroborating copy and paste of Version 1 from an old Simutronics document (version 2) that may have higher fidelity. Marlu and Onar are listed under Dark Spirits, though Marlu was already promoted to "Greater God", and his relationship with the vruul had been made implicit. Ivas does not have both four arms and two tentacles, nor is there both "Ebon Gate" and "Gates of Oblivion" together. It still contains archaic details such as Lorminstra having blonde hair (but with "Ebon Gate") and Sheru having a hyena head instead of a jackal. Zelia is not mentioned. Many lesser gods were not given documented descriptions until later, but these are generally consistent with their I.C.E. Age forms when relevant. They may have in-game representations older than documentation.

This version structures the descriptions into "Lords of Liabo" and "Lords of Lornon", but none of the gods descriptions mention Liabo or Lornon. It refers instead to Gods of Light and Darkness. There is a corroborating copy of this version from [http://www.oocities.org/timessquare/maze/Maze/5550/library.html Soltarius' Tower] that instead uses the labels "The Gods of Light", "The Dark Gods", and "Dark Spirits". The [[Gods of Elanthia#Introduction to the Arkati|"Introduction to the Arkati"]] story, which establishes the Drakes exiling the Arkati to the moons, is present in neither and so was likely not introduced until the modern documentation. The earlier [[History of Elanthia]] document does not mention Liabo or Lornon. These words were included in the [[ICE age|SHIFT verb]], and Laranna's summaries organized the gods by that listing. The Order of Voln was written in the I.C.E. Age and so still had the light gods being called "Lords of Liabo" throughout, and the special death messaging of Luukos feeding on you likely pre-dates the document. This suggests lingering moon associations were inertia from archaic documentation.

'''Version 3: Laranna / Evialla Compilations''' (unofficial; even older)

Additional corroboration is found on the old website of Evialla Violetskye called [http://www.oocities.org/area51/labyrinth/3824/ArkatiTable.html The Arkati Volumes]. This includes information about lesser entities, including [[Shar]], who have been largely forgotten since the 1990s. It is also a source for corroborating what would now be considered archaic transitional period notions such as Eorgina being the lover of Ivas and Luukos. This is much the same information as [https://web.archive.org/web/19970711074539/www.mystikal.com/laranna.htm Laranna's Lair]. This seems to be a player driven project during a documentation gap, followed by an actual document represented by Version 2. They were mixed together in Version 1.

Laranna wrote the bolded summaries that were incorporated into Version 1, compiling information from other players with attribution given to Thalior and Ellie. Her site contains these plus the second part reflected by Version 2. Laranna's summaries [http://www.mystikal.com/laranna/lornon.html equate] "Pantheon of Lornon" with all the names under Dark Gods on the SHIFT verb, which includes the Hrassk priests and adding in the Huntress, Arachne, and Illoke by assumption. The already existing History of Elanthia document did not mention the moons. It was carried through by legacy messaging and associations.

The following is a December 1996 post on the [http://www.mystikal.com/laranna/arkati.html nature of the Arkati] attributed to Stump, describing their relationship with Drakes and power changing over aeons. There are some details in this post which are closer to the I.C.E. lore than is seen in Version 2. The way Mularos is described, for example, is really describing Moralis. It does not mention Liabo or Lornon, only Gods of Light and Dark. He has [http://www.mystikal.com/laranna/lornon.html#The%20Huntress another post] (presumably pre-dating the story of the exile of the Arkati to the moons) from the same date stating: ''"As for Lornon vs. Liabo, those who hold that the legends are literally true, attribute Lornon vs. Liabo status to the degree of fealty shown to the King of the Gods Koar. Those who swear allegence to Koar are of the Light Gods. Those who challenge his authority in one form or another are the Dark Gods. Charl swears fealty to Koar, if not slavish servitude, hence he is a God of Light."'' This illustrates the lack of definition on the moon associations of the light and dark gods in that period.

The transitional period had a lot of weird idiosyncratic Arkati roleplay that is not well recorded now and would likely not be considered valid. There was very little historical and lore documentation in the late 1990s, things that were made up by groups of players became validated sometimes. The game lore did not truly solidify until around 2000. Some of these things are mentioned in passing.

'''Version 4:''' [[History of Elanthia]] ('''still''' official, but oldest)

The oldest representation of the moon gods as "Arkati" is the base "[[History of Elanthia]]" document from the time of the De-ICEing. Not all of the deities in the [[ICE age|"Shift" verb]] were mentioned in it. Those who were mentioned are sometimes more reflective of their [[ICE age|I.C.E. Age]] form rather than their later details. Luukos is emphasized as a soul eater, for example, with only a glancing reference to the undead. This document does not actually reference Liabo and Lornon at all. The creation myth of the One, the Many, and so on, was added to it in 2000 with no other changes to the text.

===Modern Documentation===
The "modern" descriptions of the Arkati were given toward the end of the 1990s, some of them are very close or identical to the transitional copy labeled Version 2. The Pantheon of Neutrality was invented and various lesser spirits were given descriptions, though they were represented in the game itself earlier. This seems to most likely be when the idea that the Arkati had been exiled to the moons by the Drakes was first introduced. These descriptions are not given on this page to avoid mixing current and archaic documentation. The [[Gods of Elanthia]] document has not had its details changed in this time period in spite of later developments. This is complicated by the later documentation taking the form of legends, myths, and dogmas which may only be distantly related to the truth.

The dates on the "later development" documents are mostly release dates. If the document itself includes a publication date, that is the year used, except for the History of Elanthia text. There is usually no way to know how long a document was in QC, or existed in partial or total form before being released. It is possible that something from a later document was relevant to something made or done earlier, especially if it was the same GM(s) in both cases. These release years are estimated or otherwise pinned down using the Wayback Machine. In some cases the first Wiki entry date may be used.

[[Category:ICE Age]]

The Tale of the Dead Trees (short story)

2022-11-22T20:46:44Z

INSPADES:

{{creative-work | title = The Tale of the Dead Trees | type = short story | author = Lisseinne | author-displayed = [[Lisseinne]]}}

This story has been handed down through the sylvan side of my family for many generations. We believe it to be the truth of why the Sentoph area is the way it is.

-- Lisseinne, quarterling bard

[This was claimed to be official history as approved by GM Varevice of the [[Temple of Love]]]

Once, long ago, the woods rang with the laughter of many sylvan voices. A whole village lived in these trees. The trees were vibrant then, green with life. The breeze smelled of the freshest heather, the spring violets sweet on the air. Into this village was born an exceptional child. Merthyr by name, his countenace was fair to behold: eyes clear as the stream running in the clearing, face as proud as the mighty oak in the center of the village. He walked straight and true as he questioned the four winds, asked the grass its secrets, and listened to the brook tell of water magic. Every afternoon, he’d wander up to the Sentoph, sit on its highest point, and absorb what he had learned of the elements that day. From the time he could walk, he did this.

His parents worried, the village fretted. No child of theirs had ever wandered so far or played so little with others. All Merthyr would do is smile as he shook his head and say, “Mother, I am waiting for her. I will know her when she comes..... my companion, my soulmate, my beloved. In the meantime I must prepare for her, must I not? For it will be my duty and my joy to protect my love from all harm.” Looking into themselves and consulting with Imaera, the elders debated. They agreed to let Merthyr have his freedom, wander the hillsides, and learn. For a soul mated pair of sylvans, while rare, is one of the most awesome sights in all the lands. Nothing can stand against the wills of two made into one by the bonds of true love.

As Merthyr wandered, learning the secrets of the natural world, he would occasionally come across the initiates of the Temple of Love, gathering herbs for the amulets they gave to those in need of them. The Temple of Love was a well respected institution, known far and wide for its ability to find the right mates for those who came to them. The priestesses inside, human all, devoted themselves to the voice of Oleani, asking her for her guidance and knowledge of love. Initiates came into the temple as young girls, pure of heart and eager to learn the rites of love. Men and women traveled from far places up the steep track before becoming bethrothed, wanting the surety of knowing they were making the choices right for them. Others came to ask who, and where, the right person was. Always, the priestesses consulted Oleani and gave the answer which would result in the most happiness.

One initiate, Lyendra, saw Merthyr up on the Sentoph each afternoon, lost in his own world. While always polite to her, it was obvious that he was not truly attentive to her, his mind far away, thinking of his soul bound mate yet to arrive from the ethereal plane and back into mortal form. He and she had been bound through eternity, loving each other and finding each other in other bodies, other lives. This did not stop Lyendra from falling in love with Merthyr. She went back every evening and prayed to Oleani to make him hers. Always, the answer from the goddess was the same. A stillness in the air, then a small voice saying, “he is destined for another.” Lyendra still loved Merthyr, and her love consumed her, twisting into a form of envy, rooting itself into her soul. She kept her secret from the others, the priestesses and the other initiates, as she went through the forms of the ritual, once so meaningful to her and now a hollow shell.

Eventually, as Merthyr entered his teen years, another special child was born into the grove of oaks. She was fair and sweet and adored by all. Her parents named her Nenagh. Even before she could talk, from the moment she laid eyes on Merthyr, they both knew that their souls had been united through time. Merthyr watched over Nenagh, was with her even more than her own parents. He still wandered through the forest and the glen, drawing knowledge from nature, but there was a new purpose and vitality in his step. He knew that his love had arrived.

Lyendra noticed that Merthyr didn’t stay as long on the Sentoph, and seemed charged with new power. She grew even more jealous as he became even more distant from her, his replies becoming almost curt, although still polite. Although she had given up on Oleani long ago, she still had to know what the change in Merthyr was. In one last, desperate ritual, she begged Oleani to give Merthyr over to her, to make him love her as she had loved him, secretly, for these several years. Oleani andswered in that small still voice of truth, “his soul has been given to another; he has found his true mate. United through the ages, they grow ever closer throughout time”. Bitterly did Lyendra weep, her tears sprouting the seeds of envy that had been carefully planted in her breast by the whisperings of the dark Arkati. Lyendra bided her time, performing the rituals that grew more meaningless to her every day. Her matchmaking skill was never the best, but she was adept at organizing and record keeping, earning her respect within the temple.

Nenagh began to follow Merthyr everywhere as she learned to walk and to talk. The two of them, he in his late teens and her still young and small, learned even more together, the manifestations of Imaera teaching them the wisdom of nature. To Merthyr went the elemental knowledge, the control of raw power, from the sizzle of a lightning bolt to the force of a flood. Nenagh learned the secrets of growth and renewal, how to blend ever better into the surroundings, how to make plants grow as she wanted, which herbs healed, which did damage. Together they grew stronger, Merthyr coming into full manhood and Nenagh on the brink of blossoming into a woman grown. The village of oaks had never been more prosperous nor more united and caring. The trees grew taller and more majestic. The wildflowers bloomed even in places they never had before. The villagers rejoiced in the good fortune of having a soul bonded pair in their midst.

Yet, during this ten years come and gone, Lyendra had not been still. Every time she saw Merthyr take Nenagh to the Sentoph, saw the palpable bond between them, her love twisted even more into hate of the young sylvan girl. From the windows of the library of the Temple of Love she watched them, passionately, desperately wanting to destroy the link between the sylvans, wanting to claim the love of Merthyr for herself. If she could not possess Merthyr, no one would. As soon as these thoughts took shape in her mind, she went into the darkest parts of the library and dusted off the tomes of Ivas, goddess of seduction and love thwarted, who had allied herself with the gods of the dark in their downfall. The tomes were there from the beginning of the temple, untouched, the result of a Reverend Mother’s one time plan to try to reconcile Oleani and Ivas, reunite the two aspects of love into one shining glory. The plan never was undertaken, the risks too great. Lyendra, however, devoured these tomes, learning the dark mysteries, becoming more and more devoted to the dark powers. She kept her new knowledge secret, still mouthing the words to the rituals of Oleani, yet within her head reciting the ritual of Ivas. Oleani started to turn away from the Temple of Love, her heart heavy with the knowledge that all was not right. In her talks to the priestesses, she tried warning them, but Lyendra still wore the aspect of devotion and submission, so the warnings went unheeded. Fewer and fewer couples made the long trek up the mountain, and those who did were disappointed in the advice given to them. Though the other priestesses tried, they were no longer guided by the goddess in the ways of love. Jealousy, rivalry, and strife became the norm within the Temple of Love. The priestesses, formerly chaste, took lovers and sold themselves to the men who came by in search of love. No more young maidens came to the temple to learn the ways of Oleani.

Within the village of the oaks, little heed was paid to the temple overlooking them on the far mountain. They were happy, and never did have any contact with the pilgrims, devotees, and priestesses that had walked past on the route to the temple. Merthyr and Nenagh’s bond protected the village, yet somewhere deep inside, Merthyr knew that evil was brewing on the bluff. He consulted with the animals, asked the wind that blew past of portents. Every scrap of information made him more concerned. The wind told of how the mountain was becoming barren, the blaeston flowers no longer blooming on the sides of the trail. The animals told of the new evils, new animals seen on the mountain which preyed on the blights within. Shades of wolves, ready to disease the unsuspecting, giants made of bone on the Sentoph, their aspects frightening even the most stout hearted of men. Merthyr kept such news to himself; Nenagh knew that something was wrong, but she was still but a child. It was his duty, and his alone, to protect the village and his mate. She had not yet grown into the full partner she was destined to become.

Lyendra knew, guided by Ivas, that she had to strike before Nenagh was transformed into a woman. When Nenagh came into her full powers, the physical manifestation of her soul bond with Merthyr would be complete. Nothing could sunder them, nothing come between, and nothing stand against them. Using all of her strength, Lyendra called upon the powers of the dark Arkati to destroy the sylvan village and all within. A slow working cancer was released into the air, attacking the carefully nurtured oaks, rotting them from the inside. The sylvans within the village, led by Merthyr and the elders, tried to stop the disease. Nothing worked. Nenagh grew weaker as the oaks she drew her power from declined. Her once healthy complexion drew pale and wan. Merthyr was torn, the attacks from without and from within straining him to his fullest. The giants and dreaded clouding orcs with beards started attacking the village. Finally, he told the others to flee, to save themselves, to leave this place, once beautiful, now accursed. Nenagh stayed with him, her power sapped, but her will still strong. She would not leave Merthyr under any circumstances. All of Merthyr’s energy went into saving the trees and saving Nenagh. Night and day he called upon the elemental knowledge learned from Imaera, yet to no avail.

As Lyendra observed her magic working, she released the minions released from Luukos to her control. Werebears, fearsome of visage, yet insubstantial as air. Darkwoodes attacking Merthyr and Nenagh, disappearing into the mist after each attack. Bravely did Merthyr defend Nenagh, Nenagh giving over her last remaining strength to Merthyr. Eventually, however, they had come to the last dregs of their power. The oaks were hollow shells, their leaves littering the ground, brown, crackling, dead. Nothing was left to show that there had ever been a village in this place. Around them, the orcs came in and started erecting altars of thanksgiving to their dark gods, rejoicing in their victory. Yet, all was not lost..... Nenagh and Merthyr, battered, bleeding, still survived. In the moment of final hopelessness, the dying great oak gave the last of itself into Nenagh. As the force of the oak grew through her, she was transformed, growing before Merthyr into her womanhood. Energy snapped around them, a renewed shield surrounded them, they looked almost as minor gods. Nenagh looked at Merthyr, saw the love shining within him, pulled energy from the wind, and transported Merthyr with her to a place of safety.

Howls of rage and bitterness echoed from the Temple of Love. Lyendra had lost. For, although she had destroyed the whole village, repopulating it with the worshippers of the dark gods, she had not won her heart’s desire. Merthyr and Nenagh were irrevokably bound. Never would Merthyr be hers. While in the throes of her despair, Ivas came to her. “I have come to collect my price, Lyendra,” she said with a slight sneer on her face. As the mountain shook, Ivas took the souls of all the priestesses of the Temple of Love, the once chaste but fallen women, and turned them into parodies of their former selves. “I shall call you all nedum vereri, for verily your true aspect is upon you now........seductresses of men, never to succeed. Draw men into your webs here, within this Temple of Love, into my trap, to join you in the eternal torment of damnation.”

And so, Nenagh and Merthyr devoted themselves to wiping out the minions of darkness where ever they encountered them. None could stand against them. Merthyr’s control of the elemental aspects of nature flowed with Nenagh’s control of Imaera’s more spiritual side. Their village destroyed through the workings of a human, they never learned the tongue of humans to communicate with. They loved together for many, many years, to the end of their days, and have returned on the cycle of life over and over, truly mated through time.

Men still wander to the Temple of Love, as the nedum vereri attempt to seduce them, draw them into the world of darkness through the world of the senses. Only the bravest and most pure of heart may escape unscathed. The trees of the village never grew back. The altars of the orcs stand in mute testimony to the hollow victory of Lyendra and the powers of the dark Arkati.

[[Category:Wehnimer's Landing]]

The Tale of the Dead Trees (short story)

2022-11-22T20:45:32Z

INSPADES: Corrected GM that was in charge of The Temple of Love, as this was approved by Varevice.

{{creative-work | title = The Tale of the Dead Trees | type = short story | author = Lisseinne | author-displayed = [[Lisseinne]]}}

This story has been handed down through the sylvan side of my family for many generations. We believe it to be the truth of why the Sentoph area is the way it is.

-- Lisseinne, quarterling bard

[This is considered official history as approved by GM Varevice of the [[Temple of Love]]]

Once, long ago, the woods rang with the laughter of many sylvan voices. A whole village lived in these trees. The trees were vibrant then, green with life. The breeze smelled of the freshest heather, the spring violets sweet on the air. Into this village was born an exceptional child. Merthyr by name, his countenace was fair to behold: eyes clear as the stream running in the clearing, face as proud as the mighty oak in the center of the village. He walked straight and true as he questioned the four winds, asked the grass its secrets, and listened to the brook tell of water magic. Every afternoon, he’d wander up to the Sentoph, sit on its highest point, and absorb what he had learned of the elements that day. From the time he could walk, he did this.

His parents worried, the village fretted. No child of theirs had ever wandered so far or played so little with others. All Merthyr would do is smile as he shook his head and say, “Mother, I am waiting for her. I will know her when she comes..... my companion, my soulmate, my beloved. In the meantime I must prepare for her, must I not? For it will be my duty and my joy to protect my love from all harm.” Looking into themselves and consulting with Imaera, the elders debated. They agreed to let Merthyr have his freedom, wander the hillsides, and learn. For a soul mated pair of sylvans, while rare, is one of the most awesome sights in all the lands. Nothing can stand against the wills of two made into one by the bonds of true love.

As Merthyr wandered, learning the secrets of the natural world, he would occasionally come across the initiates of the Temple of Love, gathering herbs for the amulets they gave to those in need of them. The Temple of Love was a well respected institution, known far and wide for its ability to find the right mates for those who came to them. The priestesses inside, human all, devoted themselves to the voice of Oleani, asking her for her guidance and knowledge of love. Initiates came into the temple as young girls, pure of heart and eager to learn the rites of love. Men and women traveled from far places up the steep track before becoming bethrothed, wanting the surety of knowing they were making the choices right for them. Others came to ask who, and where, the right person was. Always, the priestesses consulted Oleani and gave the answer which would result in the most happiness.

One initiate, Lyendra, saw Merthyr up on the Sentoph each afternoon, lost in his own world. While always polite to her, it was obvious that he was not truly attentive to her, his mind far away, thinking of his soul bound mate yet to arrive from the ethereal plane and back into mortal form. He and she had been bound through eternity, loving each other and finding each other in other bodies, other lives. This did not stop Lyendra from falling in love with Merthyr. She went back every evening and prayed to Oleani to make him hers. Always, the answer from the goddess was the same. A stillness in the air, then a small voice saying, “he is destined for another.” Lyendra still loved Merthyr, and her love consumed her, twisting into a form of envy, rooting itself into her soul. She kept her secret from the others, the priestesses and the other initiates, as she went through the forms of the ritual, once so meaningful to her and now a hollow shell.

Eventually, as Merthyr entered his teen years, another special child was born into the grove of oaks. She was fair and sweet and adored by all. Her parents named her Nenagh. Even before she could talk, from the moment she laid eyes on Merthyr, they both knew that their souls had been united through time. Merthyr watched over Nenagh, was with her even more than her own parents. He still wandered through the forest and the glen, drawing knowledge from nature, but there was a new purpose and vitality in his step. He knew that his love had arrived.

Lyendra noticed that Merthyr didn’t stay as long on the Sentoph, and seemed charged with new power. She grew even more jealous as he became even more distant from her, his replies becoming almost curt, although still polite. Although she had given up on Oleani long ago, she still had to know what the change in Merthyr was. In one last, desperate ritual, she begged Oleani to give Merthyr over to her, to make him love her as she had loved him, secretly, for these several years. Oleani andswered in that small still voice of truth, “his soul has been given to another; he has found his true mate. United through the ages, they grow ever closer throughout time”. Bitterly did Lyendra weep, her tears sprouting the seeds of envy that had been carefully planted in her breast by the whisperings of the dark Arkati. Lyendra bided her time, performing the rituals that grew more meaningless to her every day. Her matchmaking skill was never the best, but she was adept at organizing and record keeping, earning her respect within the temple.

Nenagh began to follow Merthyr everywhere as she learned to walk and to talk. The two of them, he in his late teens and her still young and small, learned even more together, the manifestations of Imaera teaching them the wisdom of nature. To Merthyr went the elemental knowledge, the control of raw power, from the sizzle of a lightning bolt to the force of a flood. Nenagh learned the secrets of growth and renewal, how to blend ever better into the surroundings, how to make plants grow as she wanted, which herbs healed, which did damage. Together they grew stronger, Merthyr coming into full manhood and Nenagh on the brink of blossoming into a woman grown. The village of oaks had never been more prosperous nor more united and caring. The trees grew taller and more majestic. The wildflowers bloomed even in places they never had before. The villagers rejoiced in the good fortune of having a soul bonded pair in their midst.

Yet, during this ten years come and gone, Lyendra had not been still. Every time she saw Merthyr take Nenagh to the Sentoph, saw the palpable bond between them, her love twisted even more into hate of the young sylvan girl. From the windows of the library of the Temple of Love she watched them, passionately, desperately wanting to destroy the link between the sylvans, wanting to claim the love of Merthyr for herself. If she could not possess Merthyr, no one would. As soon as these thoughts took shape in her mind, she went into the darkest parts of the library and dusted off the tomes of Ivas, goddess of seduction and love thwarted, who had allied herself with the gods of the dark in their downfall. The tomes were there from the beginning of the temple, untouched, the result of a Reverend Mother’s one time plan to try to reconcile Oleani and Ivas, reunite the two aspects of love into one shining glory. The plan never was undertaken, the risks too great. Lyendra, however, devoured these tomes, learning the dark mysteries, becoming more and more devoted to the dark powers. She kept her new knowledge secret, still mouthing the words to the rituals of Oleani, yet within her head reciting the ritual of Ivas. Oleani started to turn away from the Temple of Love, her heart heavy with the knowledge that all was not right. In her talks to the priestesses, she tried warning them, but Lyendra still wore the aspect of devotion and submission, so the warnings went unheeded. Fewer and fewer couples made the long trek up the mountain, and those who did were disappointed in the advice given to them. Though the other priestesses tried, they were no longer guided by the goddess in the ways of love. Jealousy, rivalry, and strife became the norm within the Temple of Love. The priestesses, formerly chaste, took lovers and sold themselves to the men who came by in search of love. No more young maidens came to the temple to learn the ways of Oleani.

Within the village of the oaks, little heed was paid to the temple overlooking them on the far mountain. They were happy, and never did have any contact with the pilgrims, devotees, and priestesses that had walked past on the route to the temple. Merthyr and Nenagh’s bond protected the village, yet somewhere deep inside, Merthyr knew that evil was brewing on the bluff. He consulted with the animals, asked the wind that blew past of portents. Every scrap of information made him more concerned. The wind told of how the mountain was becoming barren, the blaeston flowers no longer blooming on the sides of the trail. The animals told of the new evils, new animals seen on the mountain which preyed on the blights within. Shades of wolves, ready to disease the unsuspecting, giants made of bone on the Sentoph, their aspects frightening even the most stout hearted of men. Merthyr kept such news to himself; Nenagh knew that something was wrong, but she was still but a child. It was his duty, and his alone, to protect the village and his mate. She had not yet grown into the full partner she was destined to become.

Lyendra knew, guided by Ivas, that she had to strike before Nenagh was transformed into a woman. When Nenagh came into her full powers, the physical manifestation of her soul bond with Merthyr would be complete. Nothing could sunder them, nothing come between, and nothing stand against them. Using all of her strength, Lyendra called upon the powers of the dark Arkati to destroy the sylvan village and all within. A slow working cancer was released into the air, attacking the carefully nurtured oaks, rotting them from the inside. The sylvans within the village, led by Merthyr and the elders, tried to stop the disease. Nothing worked. Nenagh grew weaker as the oaks she drew her power from declined. Her once healthy complexion drew pale and wan. Merthyr was torn, the attacks from without and from within straining him to his fullest. The giants and dreaded clouding orcs with beards started attacking the village. Finally, he told the others to flee, to save themselves, to leave this place, once beautiful, now accursed. Nenagh stayed with him, her power sapped, but her will still strong. She would not leave Merthyr under any circumstances. All of Merthyr’s energy went into saving the trees and saving Nenagh. Night and day he called upon the elemental knowledge learned from Imaera, yet to no avail.

As Lyendra observed her magic working, she released the minions released from Luukos to her control. Werebears, fearsome of visage, yet insubstantial as air. Darkwoodes attacking Merthyr and Nenagh, disappearing into the mist after each attack. Bravely did Merthyr defend Nenagh, Nenagh giving over her last remaining strength to Merthyr. Eventually, however, they had come to the last dregs of their power. The oaks were hollow shells, their leaves littering the ground, brown, crackling, dead. Nothing was left to show that there had ever been a village in this place. Around them, the orcs came in and started erecting altars of thanksgiving to their dark gods, rejoicing in their victory. Yet, all was not lost..... Nenagh and Merthyr, battered, bleeding, still survived. In the moment of final hopelessness, the dying great oak gave the last of itself into Nenagh. As the force of the oak grew through her, she was transformed, growing before Merthyr into her womanhood. Energy snapped around them, a renewed shield surrounded them, they looked almost as minor gods. Nenagh looked at Merthyr, saw the love shining within him, pulled energy from the wind, and transported Merthyr with her to a place of safety.

Howls of rage and bitterness echoed from the Temple of Love. Lyendra had lost. For, although she had destroyed the whole village, repopulating it with the worshippers of the dark gods, she had not won her heart’s desire. Merthyr and Nenagh were irrevokably bound. Never would Merthyr be hers. While in the throes of her despair, Ivas came to her. “I have come to collect my price, Lyendra,” she said with a slight sneer on her face. As the mountain shook, Ivas took the souls of all the priestesses of the Temple of Love, the once chaste but fallen women, and turned them into parodies of their former selves. “I shall call you all nedum vereri, for verily your true aspect is upon you now........seductresses of men, never to succeed. Draw men into your webs here, within this Temple of Love, into my trap, to join you in the eternal torment of damnation.”

And so, Nenagh and Merthyr devoted themselves to wiping out the minions of darkness where ever they encountered them. None could stand against them. Merthyr’s control of the elemental aspects of nature flowed with Nenagh’s control of Imaera’s more spiritual side. Their village destroyed through the workings of a human, they never learned the tongue of humans to communicate with. They loved together for many, many years, to the end of their days, and have returned on the cycle of life over and over, truly mated through time.

Men still wander to the Temple of Love, as the nedum vereri attempt to seduce them, draw them into the world of darkness through the world of the senses. Only the bravest and most pure of heart may escape unscathed. The trees of the village never grew back. The altars of the orcs stand in mute testimony to the hollow victory of Lyendra and the powers of the dark Arkati.

[[Category:Wehnimer's Landing]]

Talinvor (prime)

2022-11-22T04:17:06Z

INSPADES: Added interview link

{{characterprofile
|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Of note, the bard has found himself a niche in the goings-on in [[Mist Harbor]], having initially found common ground with an organization called [[The Flock]]. His reputation denied him acceptance among the Defenders at the time, and because he knew from reputation the man called [[Nehor]] and the troublesome (yet entertaining) halfling, [[Ordim]] - he was accepted easily amongst the group. Punished by the betrayer [[Selbi]] who was part of the joint council of The Flock, she anchored Talinvor along with several other members by magic to protect the island. After unsuccessfully attempting to remove the crystal which bound him, a strange woman found him and Ordim to remove them and thus lifted the curse (and the obligated protection) for Mist Harbor. While Talinvor seeks out who is behind it, he has elevated his own influence among the denizens. His methods have been criticized, as he admits that he is no martyr and often helps if he can gain something in return. Recently, he was instrumental in leading events that led to the downfall of a Sheruvian threat, yet many will still refuse to acknowledge it.

As for Talinvor's artistry is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
[[Image: Talinvor_3D_by_Stormyrain.JPG|500px|left|Lord Talinvor, by Stormyrain https://www.deviantart.com/suchjadedbeauty/art/Grand-Lord-Talinvor-the-Loremaster-936643420]]

'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Interviews'''
*[[Elanthian_Vogue:_Winter_5121_(Part_II)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
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== '''Vignettes''' ==

''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
|}

===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
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===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
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You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]
[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

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Talinvor (prime)

2022-11-14T02:17:10Z

INSPADES: Added commission by Stormyrain

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|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
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|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
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'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Of note, the bard has found himself a niche in the goings-on in [[Mist Harbor]], having initially found common ground with an organization called [[The Flock]]. His reputation denied him acceptance among the Defenders at the time, and because he knew from reputation the man called [[Nehor]] and the troublesome (yet entertaining) halfling, [[Ordim]] - he was accepted easily amongst the group. Punished by the betrayer [[Selbi]] who was part of the joint council of The Flock, she anchored Talinvor along with several other members by magic to protect the island. After unsuccessfully attempting to remove the crystal which bound him, a strange woman found him and Ordim to remove them and thus lifted the curse (and the obligated protection) for Mist Harbor. While Talinvor seeks out who is behind it, he has elevated his own influence among the denizens. His methods have been criticized, as he admits that he is no martyr and often helps if he can gain something in return. Recently, he was instrumental in leading events that led to the downfall of a Sheruvian threat, yet many will still refuse to acknowledge it.

As for Talinvor's artistry is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
[[Image: Talinvor_3D_by_Stormyrain.JPG|500px|left|Lord Talinvor, by Stormyrain https://www.deviantart.com/suchjadedbeauty/art/Grand-Lord-Talinvor-the-Loremaster-936643420]]

'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* Shira'qa's Kiss (explicit innuendo content)

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
|}

== '''Vignettes''' ==

''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
|}

===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
|}
===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
|}

'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
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You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]
[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

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Talinvor (prime)

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INSPADES: added more background

{{characterprofile
|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Of note, the bard has found himself a niche in the goings-on in [[Mist Harbor]], having initially found common ground with an organization called [[The Flock]]. His reputation denied him acceptance among the Defenders at the time, and because he knew from reputation the man called [[Nehor]] and the troublesome (yet entertaining) halfling, [[Ordim]] - he was accepted easily amongst the group. Punished by the betrayer [[Selbi]] who was part of the joint council of The Flock, she anchored Talinvor along with several other members by magic to protect the island. After unsuccessfully attempting to remove the crystal which bound him, a strange woman found him and Ordim to remove them and thus lifted the curse (and the obligated protection) for Mist Harbor. While Talinvor seeks out who is behind it, he has elevated his own influence among the denizens. His methods have been criticized, as he admits that he is no martyr and often helps if he can gain something in return. Recently, he was instrumental in leading events that led to the downfall of a Sheruvian threat, yet many will still refuse to acknowledge it.

As for Talinvor's artistry is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* Shira'qa's Kiss (explicit innuendo content)

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
|}

== '''Vignettes''' ==
'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|-
|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
|}

===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2139 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/12/2020 at 07:19 PM CST.''
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
|}
===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
|}

'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2257 official forums by INSPADES] on 0/21/2020 at 10:40 PM CST.''
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2743 official forums by INSPADES] on 05/10/2022 at 07:36 PM EST.''
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
|}

== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
:<br>
You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

<span style="color:green"> '''Commissions by Farwin at https://farwinart.carrd.co/'''</span>

Category:Evermore Hollow

2022-10-08T20:00:18Z

INSPADES: corrected lich # for hall clerk to start Guidebook Quest

{{work-in-progress}}
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'''Naidem''', the land between where those that have died but are not ready to move on, or the respective deities are not ready to claim them, reside, and is home to the village of '''Evermore Hollow'''. As of 2022, it is the new '''permanent home''' for the [[Ebon Gate Festival]].
==Run Dates & Schedule==
{| class="wikitable" style="text-align: center"

! scope="col" rowspan="2" style="width:15em;" | Dates
<includeonly>! scope="col" rowspan="2" | Venue</includeonly>
! scope="col" rowspan="2" | Storyline Schedule
! scope="colgroup" colspan="2" | Merchant Week
! scope="colgroup" colspan="2" | Live Games Week
! scope="colgroup" colspan="2" | Services Schedule
! scope="colgroup" colspan="2" | [[Ebon Gate Eve of the Reunion|Eve of the Reunion]]
! scope="col" rowspan="2" | Games Schedule
! scope="col" rowspan="2" | Shop Listings
! scope="col" rowspan="2" | [[Ebon Gate Treasure Trove|Treasure Trove]]
! scope="col" rowspan="2" | Announcements
|-
! scope="col" | Prime
! scope="col" | Plat
! scope="col" | Prime
! scope="col" | Plat
! scope="col" | Prime
! scope="col" | Plat
! scope="col" | Prime
! scope="col" | Plat
|-<section begin=schedule /><section begin=current />
| scope="row" role="rowheader" style="white-space: nowrap" | '''September 30 - October 30, 2022''' <includeonly>|| [[Evermore Hollow]] </includeonly> || || 10/14 - 10/21 || 10/7 - 10/14 || 10/7 - 10/14 || 9/30 - 10/7 || [[Ebon Gate Festival/services 2022#Prime|Prime 2022]] || [[Ebon Gate Festival/services 2022#Plat|Plat 2022]] || 10/29 || 10/30 || [[Evermore Hollow/live games#2022|2022 Live Games & GHOUL]] || [[Evermore Hollow/shop listing 2022|2022 Shop Listing]] || || [[Ebon Gate Festival/announcements 2022|2022 Announcements]]<section end=current /><section end=schedule />
|}

==Activities==
<section begin=activities /><includeonly>* '''[[Evermore Hollow]]'''</includeonly>
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> '''Automated Games''' - entries purchased with [[SimuCoin]]s. Each offers the ability to earn [[soul shard]]s.
<noinclude>**</noinclude><includeonly>***</includeonly> '''[[Trick-or-Treat]]''' - '''Returning in 2022''' to Evermore Hollow, Trick-or-Treat allows participants to obtain a variety of prizes. Cost for entry is 100 SimuCoins.
<noinclude>**</noinclude><includeonly>***</includeonly> '''[[Herb Hunt]]''' - '''NEW in 2022''', the Herb Hunt allows participants the chance to wander the Gardens of Bittermere woods in search of a toadshade, similar to the [[Fox Hunt]] at [[Rumor Woods]]. Lucky winners may even find a new [[Mandrake pet]] to take home. Cost for entry is 100 SimuCoins.
<noinclude>**</noinclude><includeonly>***</includeonly> '''[[Arena of the Abyss]]''' - '''Returning in 2022''' to Evermore Hollow. Entrants face five undead creatures, one a time, and when complete, prizes are awarded, including a chance at [[necrotic ring]]. Cost for entry is 10 SimuCoins.
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> '''[[Evermore Hollow/live games|Live Games]]''' - accessible with a merchant pass. To view the schedule, click '''[[:Category:Evermore Hollow#Live Games and GHOUL Schedules|here]]'''. '''Note:''' All times listed in EDT.
<noinclude>**</noinclude><includeonly>***</includeonly> '''[[Ebon Gate Cooking Contest|Cooking Contest]]''' - '''New in 2022''', entries are submitted prior to the event so they may be QC'd and created in enough time to have a live taste testing.
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> '''[[Spook Contest]]''' - '''New in 2022''', join the contest by visiting the Spectral Waifling at the Spookorium to get started. Top five winners at the end of Ebon Gate will receive special titles.
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> '''[[Fishing]]''' - '''Returning in 2022''' to Evermore Hollow. As in previous years, participants can throw a line into the water and win various '''[[Evermore Hollow/fishing prizes|prizes]]''', including new '''Death Announcement Customizations'''. Cost will be 50 soul shards per entry.<section end=activities />

===Live Games and [[GHOUL]] Schedules===
:; '''2022 Live Games'''
{{#section:Evermore Hollow/live games|2022}}

==Features==
===[[Currency]]===
<section begin=currency /><includeonly>
* '''Evermore Hollow'''
:</includeonly>The featured currency for <includeonly>'''[[</includeonly>Evermore Hollow<includeonly>]]'''</includeonly> is [[soul shard]]s which are used to purchase goods and services from the various shops. They can be earned through participation in the various available activities.<section end=currency />

===Shopping===
Shopping is available on the grounds, with new items introduced for sale each year.<section begin=shoppinglists />
* <includeonly>'''Evermore Hollow''' shopping</includeonly><noinclude> Shopping</noinclude> lists by year:
** [[Evermore Hollow/shop listing 2022|2022 shop listing]]<section end=shoppinglists />

===[[Ebon Gate Treasure Trove|Treasure Trove]]===
Introduced in 2019 to the [[:Category:Ebon Gate Festival|Ebon Gate festival]], Evermore Hollow will feature its own [[Ebon Gate Treasure Trove|Treasure Trove]] raffle area similar to the one found at [[:Category:Duskruin|Duskruin]].<section begin=treasuretrove />
* <includeonly>'''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly> Treasure Trove lists by year:
** [[Ebon Gate Treasure Trove/2022|2022 raffle list]]<section end=treasuretrove />
{{#section:Category:Caligos Isle|eve}}

===Merchant Work and Raffles===
Merchant week during the festival features many merchants and raffles available to those with a merchant pass.<section begin=merchants /><includeonly>
* '''Evermore Hollow''' announced services and raffles:</includeonly>
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> [[Ebon Gate Festival/services 2022|2022 announced services and raffles]]<section end=merchants />

===Automated Services===
Automated services are those that can be performed without merchant intervention and are done through [[NPC]] interactions.<section begin=automated />
* '''Enchanter''' - Returning once again to charge magic items (and [[Intricately painted tin carousel|carousels]], the encanter can be found wandering the grounds.
* '''[[EHShop:Quinton Manse|Quinton Manse]]''' - '''New in 2022''', Quinton Manse features NPCs capable of performing much sought after services. [[Custom flare messaging|Custom flare certificates]] will be sold here, as well.
** '''[[Fusion Shaman]]''' - Have a great enhancive on a not-so-great item? Tokens found in [[Arena of the Abyss]] grant access to his services, and from there, you can select which enhancive property to convert to a tier 2 [[Fusion#Fusion Orbs|fusion orb]]. He can be found in the '''Parlor'''.
** '''[[Dabbler]]''' - '''New to Evermore Hollow''', the dabbler can automatically remove properties from equipment, similar to [[Duskruin]]. He can be found in the '''Eastern Nook'''.
** '''Study''' - [[:Category:Automated Unlocking Certificates|Unlock certificates]] of items previously sold can be purchased here.
** '''Sylinar''' - '''Returning in 2022''', Sylinar is hiding out in the '''Garden''' and will be offering the same services he had before, with some improvements:
*** '''[[Enhancive services#Permanence|Pemanence]]''': make a crumbly enhancive persist - 10,000 soul shards
*** '''[[Enhancive services#Max Charge Pool Increase|Charge Pool Increase]]''': increase the total charge pool of an enhancive by 10 charges or 10%, whichever is greater - 4,000 soul shards
*** '''[[Enhancive services#Recharging|Recharging]]''': Recharge an enhancive item by 10 charges up to the item's maximum - 4,000 soul shards
*** '''[[Enhancive services#Removal|Removal]]''': Remove a single enhancive property from an item - 10,000 soul shards
*** '''[[Enhancive services#Swapping|Swapping]]''' - Swap enhancives between the listed categories - 10,000 soul shards/''20,000 soul shards for Aura (to or from)''{{#section:Enhancive services|swap}}
** '''[[Ebon Gate auto flarer|Auto-flarer]]''' - Debuting in 2018 at [[Caligos Isle]], the auto-flarer grants flares, both scripted and not, to eligible items when presented with an appropriate token and payment. He can be found in the '''Western Nook'''. For a list of eligible [[flares]], click <span class="mw-customtoggle-flares" role="link">'''here'''</span>.
<div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-flares">{{#section:Ebon Gate auto flarer|autoflarer}}</div>
* '''[[EHShop:Antiquarian Manor|Antiquarian Manor]]''' - '''New in 2022'''. Turn your hoards of stashed away alter fodder into items easily stored in the '''[[Antiquarian's Apparatus]]''' to cut down on storage woes.
** '''[[PERM-ifier|Permifier]]''' - The permifier returns to permify [[PERM-ifier#Applicable Items|applicable items]] for soul shards in the Garden.<section end=automated />

===Key Locations===
====Games====
<section begin=Games/><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<includeonly>:</includeonly> {| class="wikitable alternating"
! scope="col" | Game
! scope="col" | Room Name
! scope="col" | Lich Room Number
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Trick or Treat || Endeltime Estates, Neighborhood || 31980
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Herb Hunt || The Garden Shack || 31978
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Arena of the Abyss || Arena of the Abyss, Influx || 28549
|-
|}

====Fishing====
<section begin=Fishing/><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<includeonly>:</includeonly> {| class="wikitable alternating"
! scope="col" | Fishing Location
! scope="col" | Fishing Area Name
! scope="col" | Lich Room Number
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Gleyminn Anni River, Island || Stream of Reflections || 31834
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Gleyminn Anni River, Shore || Moss Pond || 32073
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Gleyminn Anni River, Rocky Path || Misty Waters || 31846
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Gleyminn Anni River, Shore || Mold Marsh || 32074
|-
|}

====Services====
<section begin=Services/><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<includeonly>:</includeonly> {| class="wikitable alternating"
! scope="col" | Service
! scope="col" | Room Name
! scope="col" | Lich Room Number
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Bank || [Otherworldly Wealth, Lobby] || 31775
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Enhancive Swap || [Quinton Manse, Hedged Garden] || 32076
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Flare Additions || [Quinton Manse, Western Nook] || 31773
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Gem Pile || [Antiquarian Manor, Entry] || 31605
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Permifier || [Antiquarian Manor, Garden] || 31606
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Soul Shard Exchange || [Gavelsdown Hall, Sitting Room] || 31576
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Wishing Well || [Bittermere Woods, Convergence] || 31660
|-
|}

====Quest Related====
<section begin=Quests/><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<includeonly>:</includeonly> {| class="wikitable alternating"
! scope="col" | Quest Type
! scope="col" | Room Name
! scope="col" | Lich Room Number
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Spook Pin || Town Hall, Spookorium || 31813
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Guidebook Quest || Town Hall, Hallway || 32200
|-
|}

====Nodes====
<section begin=Nodes/><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<includeonly>:</includeonly> {| class="wikitable alternating"
! scope="col" | Room Name
! scope="col" | Lich Room Number
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [Evermore Hollow, Jester's Court] ||
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [Evermore Hollow, Fallen Court] ||
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [Evermore Hollow, Fate's Fire] ||
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [Fate's Barrow] ||
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [Bittermere Woods, Convergence] ||
|-
|}

===Unique Gems===
To see a list of unique gems exclusive to Evermore Hollow, click '''[[Evermore Hollow/list of gems|here]]'''.

==Storyline Information==
<section begin=storyline /><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> [[Denizens of Naidem]]<section end=storyline />

==Quest Information==
Opening in 2022, Evermore Hollow a quest for the '''[[Guidebook to the Unliving]]'''.
<section begin=quest /><includeonly>To view information on the quest, click the link below.</includeonly>
* '''[[Evermore Hollow/The Newly Unliving Registry|The Newly Unliving Registry]] Quest.''' - Obtain the Guidebook to the Unliving.
<noinclude>===</noinclude><includeonly>; '''</includeonly>Quest Reward Information<includeonly>'''<br></includeonly><noinclude>===</noinclude>
This Guidebook starts you on your adventures in Naidem by giving you small tasks to complete. Each task unlocks a new chapter in your Guidebook that is designed to ease your transition into this new realm. '''''Note:''' Regardless of if you’ve completed the quest, each portal leading to a merchant’s workroom has been equipped with a Monster Bold display of what the merchant is working on, when they started, and how long they will be working.''

Completing every quest fully unlocks the Guidebook and provides the following:
* Detailed chapters of about each area in Bittermere Woods, Ember Orchard, Evermore Hollow, Gleyminn Anni River, and Graveyard Temporalis.
* Your book now becomes a guide to working merchants during Service Week.
* Your book now tells you what each merchant is working on and when they started.
* Your book now becomes a guide to all currently running raffles.
* Your book now teleports you to the shop of a working merchant (PnC only).<section end=quest />

==Additional Information==
===Souvenir===
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===Pricing===
<section begin=pricing /><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<includeonly>:</includeonly> {| class="wikitable alternating"
! scope="col" | Item
! scope="col" | Cost
! scope="col" | Length
! scope="col" | Applicability
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | Merchant Pass || 3000 [[SimuCoin]]s || Event Duration<sup><small>&dagger;</small></sup> || Character <br> 10 Characters for Platinum
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Arena of the Abyss]] || 10 SimuCoins || 5 rounds or death/surrender || Per Entry
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Trick-or-Treat]] || 100 SimuCoins || 10 "treats" || Per Entry
|-
| scope="row" role="rowheader" | [[Fishing]] Pass || 50 [[soul shard]]s || Fish is caught or person leaves area || Per Entry
|}
<includeonly>:</includeonly><small><sup>&dagger;</sup> The merchant event is scheduled to be 7 days in each instance (Prime and Plat) as noted in the schedule, but the pass is set up for the duration of the event to cover any mishaps or re-scheduling.</small><section end=pricing />

===Announcements and Teasers===
<section begin=announcements /><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> [[Ebon Gate Festival/announcements 2022|2022 announcements]]<section end=announcements />

===[[TownCrier]] Articles===
<section begin=towncrier /><includeonly>* '''Evermore Hollow'''</includeonly>
<noinclude>*</noinclude><includeonly>**</includeonly> [[Ebon Gate Teasers Archive by The TownCrier/2022|TownCrier list of teasers - 2022]]<section end=towncrier />

===Artwork Archive===
* [[Evermore Hollow/Artwork archive#Yearly Promotional Artwork|Promotional Artwork]]
* [[Evermore Hollow/Artwork archive#Maps|Player-created Maps]]

[[Category:Ebon Gate Festival]]

Talinvor (prime)

2022-09-15T00:47:05Z

INSPADES:

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|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Talinvor is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* Shira'qa's Kiss (explicit innuendo content)

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
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== '''Vignettes''' ==
'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2132 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/11/2020 at 03:39 PM CST.''
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
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===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
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===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

--

One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
:<br>
You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

<span style="color:green"> '''Commissions by Farwin at https://farwinart.carrd.co/'''</span>

Talinvor (prime)

2022-09-15T00:46:06Z

INSPADES: Added additional vignettes

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|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
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'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Talinvor is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* Shira'qa's Kiss (explicit innuendo content)

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
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== '''Vignettes''' ==
'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
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===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
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===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2510 official forums by INSPADES] on 03/25/2021 at 07:49 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

--

One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part I (Player Vignette) (1/2/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2704 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/22/2022 at 8:23 PM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)

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The scent of petrichor after the recent heavy rain filled Talinvor’s nostrils as he headed toward the lighthouse late in the evening. Pausing near a row of shops, he spent a moment gazing upwards, finding familiar pictures in the pinpricks of light that shone crisp against the black velvet of nighttime. Here, he pulled his peaked hood up to shadow his face and continued his path toward his favorite perch above the town.

Climbing up to the catwalk, he settled himself comfortably with one leg bent and the other dangling over the edge. Licking a finger, he held it up to the breeze in order to access the wind’s direction. Satisfied, he twisted about slightly and drew his flute, testing a few notes quietly to himself. Nodding, he hummed a few bars of a melody and then picked up the song on his platinum instrument. The metallic trill of notes floated across the breeze to be heard across all of Mist Harbor in its hours of silence.

Evening was best he knew, when most of the town was asleep. They would mainly be quiet in their dreams, and thus could hear the cascade of music even in their sleep. The music wafted in through the windows opened to let in the tropical breezes that he harnessed with his magic. He repeated the song again and focused his command through it and felt a half-dozen minds acknowledge in their tranced state. Carefully setting the flute back into his case, he pulled out a flask of bloodwine and a bundle of brown-sugar bacon. Leaning back against the rails, he settled into rewarding himself with a small personal indulgence.

Some time later he started seeing the first bits of folded paper, catching the air as they floated toward him. The first, shaped like a square kite folded at the corners, tipped, swayed and spiraled through the streets and then upwards toward the lighthouse. The second and third shaped like birds all spun and danced in the streets before swirling up and toward the lighthouse where they were caught, and set into a small pile.

It had not all gone unnoticed though. A small girl, with two twin braids was still awake longer than most children her age decided that paper birds flying about in the middle of the night was unusual. And so, she thought to follow where they were coming from and where they may be headed so that she could report back to Yardie and Kalyrra. She was excited to give herself her own mission too, and she stalked amongst the homes and business places of Mist Harbor keeping out of sight as best she could as she peered in windows and watched.

Reaching Greth’s, the girl hesitated. Zofiya frightened her, as the training with Socius gave the teen an air of danger with every glance and every movement. Taking a huge breath, she squeezed her fists and lifted herself on tiptoe to peer inside. Like others, Zofiya was writing information on paper with the quill so forcefully that ink had spattered. Then, pushing out her chair with a bit more ease, she then folded her paper into fourths and walked to the window. Her expression was pained, and her lips were a tight line. Medijine ducked quickly, hoping she wasn’t seen as the giantess opened the window and released her ink stained paper kite to the swirling air that picked it up and carried it away.

The girl with braids fell to the grass below the window with an audible gasp, slapping both hands over her lips and her eyes filling with tears. She knew something wasn’t right, and all the overwhelming emotions of responsibility flooded her small body in that moment. Through watery eyes, she stumbled forward to follow this last particular paper kite, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Yet she was still a child, and children as we know do not always make the wisest of decisions.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part II (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2705 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 1:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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The quiet squish of footsteps followed in the wet puddles of the road, careful in their own way of keeping distant. The girl called Spinnerette ducked and weaved through the streets, and watched behind her - but keeping sight of the papers was more important. The figure followed again, only moving when she began chasing once more. He applied his own lessons of patience, following the girl he had grown to despise as his own personal challenge. Even so, he could barely keep up with her and certainly not close enough to catch.

The road split off to the northwest, and the girl paused before the ominous dark scar in the ground where once the Iyo attempted to defend the Harbor. She shut her eyes at the nightmarish memories of it all, taking in another breath to calm her nerves. She watched as the papers spiraled upward toward the lighthouse, and squinted her eyes as the beacon spun to shine across the island.

“Interesting,” the bard considered to himself as he watched the small figure appear from the edge of town toward his roost. Lifting his gaze, he had the advantage of height and noticed another figure lurking not far behind, crouched near a bit of shrubbery. Moving back away from the rail, he leaned casually against the bricks of the lighthouse, the beacon swirling above him. He was hard to see this way and as the girl approached, she would drop her gaze with a hand up to shield her eyes as the bright light swept overhead. Closer she crept and then quietly up the ladder and he could not help but grin. She was decent enough, but she was still a child in her skill.

Fishing out a coin when she had reached his perch, he flipped it upwards to catch the light and in so doing, caught young Spinnerette’s attention just as she peered over the top of the rail. Then as he hummed, the coin danced across his knuckles, first the right and then the left. He flipped it again catching the light and made it disappear and reappear. All the while Spinnerette’s eyes grew wide, easily caught in the melodic trance of the bard.

“Hello, little spider,” he crooned as he watched her eyes follow his coin. His own gaze lingered a moment over her head to see if the figure was still lingering. Then, satisfied that he was, his gray eyes turned back to the girl. “I see you’ve picked up a few things, but even your shadow knows you are here.”

“Tell me girl, what have you seen?” he asks, the suggestion timed between soft humming and the flash of his coin. “It was you,” she answers in a voice small, timid and as if she were in a dream. “Go on,” he urges. “Some of the orphans were writing,” she begins and Talinvor nods his head as she names them and where they were as he rifles through the papers he unfolded. Pictures and writing about things about town, training, new foster homes were glanced over and then put back into the pile.

“Then Zofiya…” she murmurs, her voice cracking as she holds back tears. “She wrote too,” she adds, holding up an ink stained paper kite clenched in her fist. Easily he plucks it from her grip and tucks this one in his belt. He grinned crookedly, his teeth a bright contrast to his dark lips. “This one, hm?” he mused to himself. This one he hoped would tell him what the butcher Socius might be up to or about the missing dagger.

“Excellent work,” he purrs next to the girl’s ear. “But I can’t have you telling everyone, or putting my little birds at risk can I? No, little spider - I want you to forget, go home and be happy. This never happened. Time for bed.” Tucking his coin away and gathering his papers, he guides her down the ladder and directs her back to town where she wanders along and to her bed where she should have been in the first place.
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===The Midnight Aerie, Part III (Player Vignette) (1/23/2022)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2706 official forums by INSPADES] on 1/23/2022 at 9:06 AM EST.''
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|(OOC note: This is part of a series of vignettes that are player inspired, and not directly related to the official storyline.
Special thanks to GM Quillic, and to the players of Yardie, Jaysehn, Alosaka, Yukito and Kalyrra for the use of the children they developed for sideplots.)
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Stopping at some bushes, he turns his gaze at the figure attempting to look rather small suddenly. “I see you,” Talinvor says calmly without even turning his head. “Come out.” A large boy stumbles forward, his fists the size of small hams clenched at his side and his brow furrowed. “I know what you did too,” he accuses, tempting his fate with the bard. “I know, I saw,” Talinvor replied casually. “What will you do now?”

“I..don’t know,” the boy replies honestly, a bit of frustration choking his voice. “I.. I don’t fit in here,” he explains and then pauses for a long moment. “And I don’t care!” he nearly shouts as he faces the town as if directing his anger. Talinvor’s huff of a chuckle interjects. “Quite so,” the bard replies casually. “Shall I presume you are done here, Evans?”

The boy nods. “Walk with me then,” he urges Evans. “I have someone you should meet.” Breathing a sigh of relief, he follows the bard to the supply harbor for Lunas Rest. “Hey dwarf,” the bard calls casually to a dark skinned dwarf unloading crates from his small craft. “I have another… removal for you.” The dwarf gives Talinvor a dubious look. Glancing between Evans and the dwarf, Talinvor shrugs. “A small miscreant has no use until they have properly aged. I think he will succeed,” his voice dropping to a sly whisper, “...given the proper motivation.”

Concluding his arrangements, Talinvor took the long walk back to his home just as the dawn’s light began breaching the horizon. Pulling Zofiya’s paper from his belt, he stifled his excitement and slowly unfolded her ink spattered kite. His eyes scanned the contents, flipped it over, tried again and then growled aspirations into the air. “I WIN” it read in shaky letters. Just this, and not the typical vitriol he would have expected. Narrowing his eyes at the disappointment and with a slow exhale of breath, he crumpled it tightly in his fist.

===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
:<br>
You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

<span style="color:green"> '''Commissions by Farwin at https://farwinart.carrd.co/'''</span>

Lizard mount

2022-06-21T02:45:25Z

INSPADES: added a few ambients

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'''Lizard''' mounts were released during the 2022 run of [[Rumor Woods]] as the third mount available for the [[Mount System|mount system]]. Mount are summoned by a [[summoning item]], which stores their information, but are considered a separate item. There were three tiers released: [[Lizard_mount#Common|common]], [[Lizard_mount#uncommon|uncommon]], and [[Lizard_mount#rare|rare]].
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|tier= Common
|itemsummary= Common mounts are the least expensive option when considering purchase. They are limited in alteration options that may be allowed through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]].
===Available Types and Appearance===
;* a gargantuan armadillo lizard
: The lizard's thick-scaled hide is characterized by hard, overlapping greyish brown scales that form pronounced lateral ridges the full length of his body from skull to tail-tip. Set deep within his narrow head, his solid brown eyes are protected by scaly brows. His thick scales flare more dramatically along his neck, legs, and tail, tapering into toothy spines.
;* a giant three-toed tegu
: Stocky with thick limbs, the tegu's thick-scaled body is a mottled greyish brown and heavily armored all along his back from crown to tail. Solid brown eyes are set low beneath bony ridges on the sides of his narrow head. Each foot bears three thick toes with sharp claws; those of the forefeet are particularly elongated and sharp, while the hind claws are notably shorter. A cluster of bony spikes caps his tail, the one protruding at the center the longest by far.
|itemverbtable= Yes
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! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
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! scope="row"| Arrival
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A heavy tread and a scrabble of claws presage the arrival of a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard.
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! scope="row"| Departure
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard flicks his forked tongue and, with a final lash of his tail, lumbers away.
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! scope="row"| APPRAISE
! All
| You look over a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard and determine that he is just downright monstrous.
| PERSON gives a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard an appraising look.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner
| With methodical strokes, you brush away dust and dirt from a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard's limbs, restoring the luster of his greyish green hide.
| PERSON reaches forward and brushes away the dust and dirt of the trail from his greyish green armadillo lizard's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his greyish green hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Non-Owner
| You barely manage to brush a few flecks of stray dirt from a massive black wastesdragon's tail before he moves pointedly out of reach.
| PLAYER only manages to brush a few flecks of stray dirt from a massive black wastesdragon's tail before the beast moves pointedly out of her reach.
|-
! scope="row"| NUDGE
! All
| You dig your elbow into a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard's side in an attempt to get him to move over, but the beast doesn't budge.
| PERSON digs her elbow into a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's side in an apparent attempt to get him to move over, but the beast doesn't budge.
|-
! scope="row"| NUDGE
! Owner, Mounted
| You lower your head slightly and place a hand atop a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard. You start to make a low growling noise deep in your throat, and after a moment, he begins to growl along, his muscles bunching beneath you.
| PERSON lowers her head slightly and places a hand atop a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka. PERSON starts to make a low growling noise deep in her throat, and after a moment, he begins to growl along, his muscles bunching beneath her.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner
| You glide your hands down the greyish green lizard's neck and along his flank, exploring the variations of texture and pattern while exerting a steady pressure to remind the beast that you are there and that you belong at his side. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into your rough caress.
| PLAYER glides his hands down the greyish green lizard's neck and along his flank, exerting steady pressure. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into the rough caress.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner, Mounted
| Leaning precariously forward, you rub your knuckles along the base of your greyish green lizard's skull where his head meets his neck, just below the spiny ridge of scales. The beast arches his neck and tucks his jaw, emitting a low, vibrating rumble.
| Leaning precariously forward, PLAYER rubs his knuckles along the base of his greyish green lizard's skull where his head meets his neck.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Non-Owner
| You reach out and rub your palm along the black wastesdragon's daubed flank, marveling at the texture. The beast tolerates this for the space of a breath before shifting his massive bulk out of reach and exhaling a low hiss.
| PLAYER reaches out and rubs her palm along black wastesdragon's daubed flank. The beast tolerates this for the space of a breath before shifting his massive bulk out of reach and exhaling a low hiss.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Owner
| You thump your fist lightly against the greyish green lizard's shoulder, and he tilts his spike-edged head toward you with an air of expectation.
| PERSON thumps her fist lightly against the greyish green lizard's shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped head toward her with an air of expectation.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Owner, Mounted
| You thump your heels solidly against greyish green lizard's flanks to encourage I into motion.
| PERSON thumps her heels solidly against greyish green lizard's flanks.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Non-Owner
| You thump your fist lightly against the gold yierka's mottled shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped and sidles away, tail lashing and hissing his displeasure.
| PERSON thumps her fist lightly against the gold yierka's mottled shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped and sidles away, tail lashing and hissing his displeasure.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Owner
| Moving slowly and with caution, you run your fingertips between the greyish green lizard's flared nostrils and up along the bony ridge over his nearest eye. He flicks his long, forked tongue but otherwise remains still under your touch.
| Moving slowly and carefully, PERSON runs her fingertips between the gold yierka's flared nostrils and up along the bony ridge over his nearest eye. The beast flicks his long, forked tongue but otherwise remains still under her touch.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Owner, Mounted
| You stroke a hand along your greyish green lizard's neck and follow with a hearty pat against the beast's shoulder.
| PERSON strokes a hand along her gold yierka's neck and follows with a hearty pat against the beast's mottled shoulder.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Non-Owner
| You reach out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore your presence.
| PERSON reaches out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore her presence.
|-
|}

===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>A massive black wastesdragon turns his spike-edged head and peers coldly at PLAYER with one void black eye.

A massive black wastesdragon turns his spike-edged head and peers coldly at you with one void black eye.

With measured cadence, a massive black wastesdragon flicks out his long, forked tongue to taste the air.

</pre>

{{itemtier
|tier= Uncommon
|itemsummary= Uncommon mounts are the second most expensive option when considering purchase. They have more options available for noun choices, as well as a wider array of feature alterations at the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]]. Their appearance is similar to the common tier.
===Available Types and Appearance===
;* a colossal water monitor
: Banded from snout to tail, the water monitor's leathery, cerulean hide gives way to a lighter underbelly. The beast's round brown eyes appear almost beady, set within a triangular head beneath pronounced brow ridges. Darker streaks trail back from the brows and curve sharply over the oblong openings of his ears. His long, thick body is supported by short, muscular legs, and each toe terminates in a sharply curved claw.
;* a monstrous crocodile monitor
: Set beneath the prominent sweep of raised brow ridges, the crocodile monitor's round-pupiled brown eyes are large and alert. A pale gradient around his/her nostrils deepens to bistre halfway down his/her round-shaped head, though his/her leathery hide remains banded with pale markings even to the tip of his/her tail. His/Her long, thick body is supported by short, muscular legs, and each toe terminates in a sharply curved claw.
;* an enormous sai'ri monster
: A nearly unrelieved expanse of shimmering coal black, the sai'ri monster's knobby hide bears only a single stripe of iridescent blue along his belly. His thick, sturdy legs end in wide feet with three-clawed toes, and his tapered tail is as long as the rest of his body. Solid brown eyes are nestled beneath heavy brow ridges set low on his wedge-shaped head.
;* a scaly brownish-yellow wastesdragon
: The wastesdragon's heavy-jawed head is masked in black, with tiny solid brown eyes peering out from beneath small ridges. Breaking up the darkness, a daubed pattern of brownish yellow scales begins just past his brow and extends all the way to the tip of his tail. Though the entirety of his leathery hide is eye-catching in both vibrancy and contrast, the beast's form is otherwise stout, his body and tail thick and his neck and legs short.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the uncommon tier will be included below.''</small>
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner
| Canting your head to the side, you gaze at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, who immediately mimics your head tilt with one of his own. Blinking once, he licks at the air with his tongue before nosing at you with his snout.
| Canting his head to the side, PLAYER gazes at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, who immediately mimics his movement by tilting his head to match. Blinking once, he licks the air with his tongue before nosing PLAYER with his snout.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner, Mounted
| Craning his head around to look up at you, a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard blinks once or twice before facing forward once more.
| Craning his head around, a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard blinks once or twice as he gazes at PLAYER for a moment before facing forward once more.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Non-Owner
| You gaze at a massive black wastesdragon, who cants his head at an angle to look at you in return.
| PLAYER gazes at a massive black wastesdragon, who responds by tilting his head at an angle and looking right back at her.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner
| You approach a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, arms wide, and he tilts his spike-edged head and fixes you with one burnished gold eye. Undeterred, you step in close and hug him around the neck, your fingers seeking out and lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Leaning into your embrace, the lizard accepts your affection with a breathy chuff of pleasure.
| PLAYER approaches a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard with arms wide, and the beast tilts his spike-edged head and fixes him with one burnished gold eye. Undeterred, he steps in close and hugs the armadillo lizard around the neck, his fingers lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Leaning into his embrace, the armadillo lizard accepts PLAYER's affection with a breathy chuff of pleasure.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner, Mounted
| You rest your splayed hands on either side of the greyish green lizard's thick neck, stroking in circles, and he acknowledges this gesture of affection with a breathy chuff and a ripple of his hide.
| PLAYER rests his splayed hands on either side of his greyish green lizard's thick neck, and he acknowledges this gesture with a breathy chuff and a ripple of his hide.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Non-Owner
| You approach a massive black wastesdragon, arms wide, but the beast wants nothing to do with your outpouring of affection. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. Suitably censured, you drop your arms and take a step back.
| PLAYER approaches a massive black wastesdragon with arms wide, but the beast is having none of it. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. PLAYER drops her arms and takes a step back.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Owner
| You lean nonchalantly against a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, folding your arms across your chest and lifting your chin with no small amount of pride. The the lizard's tail curves your direction before lazily sweeping away again, but he otherwise retains his poise.
| PERSON leans nonchalantly against a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, folding her arms across her chest and raising her chin proudly. The the yierka's tail curves toward her before lazily sweeping away again, but the beast otherwise retains his poise.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Owner, Mounted
| You stiffen your spine and raise your clenched fist high in the air, holding it there for a moment as your greyish green lizard tosses his head and sways beneath you.
| PERSON raises her clenched fist high overhead and holds it there for a moment, swaying with the motion of her gold yierka as the beast tosses his head.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Non-Owner
| You plant your feet shoulder-width apart and cross your arms over your chest, staring at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka in a display of bravado. The gold yierka flicks his fiery orange gaze toward you, then away again, clearly unimpressed.
| PERSON plants her feet shoulder-width apart and crosses her arms over her chest, staring at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka in a display of bravado. The gold yierka flicks his fiery orange gaze toward her, then away again, clearly unimpressed.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Owner
| You snap your fingers at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard twice in quick succession, commanding his attention. With a slow blink of his round-pupilled burnished gold eyes, the beast swivels his spike-edged head in your direction.
| PERSON snaps her fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in quick succession, commanding his attention. With a slow blink of his slit-pupilled fiery orange eyes, the beast swivels his wedge-shaped head in PERSON's direction.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Owner, Mounted
| From your perch atop a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, you stretch forth your arm, pointing imperiously, and snap your fingers. Your mount lurches into motion at your command.
| From her perch atop a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, PERSON stretches forth her arm, pointing imperiously, and snaps her fingers. Her mount lurches into motion at the command.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Non-Owner
| You snap your fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in a bid for his attention. The beast utterly ignores you.
| PERSON snaps her fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in a bid for his attention. The beast utterly ignores her.
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Owner
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Owner, Mounted
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Non-Owner
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"|
| {{addmetext}}
|
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"|
! Mounted
|
| {{addmetext}}
|}

===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>All common ambients, plus:

TBA
</pre>
{{itemtier
|tier= Rare
|itemsummary= Rare mounts are the highest tier available for purchase and offer additional verbs unavailable at common or uncommon tiers. Rare lizard mounts are locked into their features as the additional verbs are specialized to the design. They are also only available during their initial run, and are discontinued in concurrent runs. For 2022, the rare lizard mounts were '''yierka'''.

===Appearance===
====Yierka====

<pre{{log2}}>
'''a sinewy fringe-toed yierka'''<br>
Earthy beige tones mottle the yierka's leathery hide in subtle bands from nose to tail, though large swathes along his neck and shoulders are much darker where the skin has the thickness of armor. Parallel ridges of pale, raised scales crest above the beast's fiery orange, slit-pupiled eyes before merging at the crown of his wedge-shaped head and extending down his spine. His sleekly muscular body and limbs are built for running, and his long, claw-tipped toes each bear a serrated fringe of scales.
</pre>
After a yierka has had its hide color change from moving to room with a different climate, it will appear as '''a sinewy (color) fringe-toed yierka''' with its look description starting with, "Earthy (color) tones mottle the yierka's leathery hide in subtle bands." It will remain this color until it is moved to an area with a different climate.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the common and uncommon tier will be included below.''</small>
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| Arrival
! N/A
| colspan="2"| Head low and teeth bared, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka prowls in, the dry susurration of its movement punctuated by the click and scratch of sharp claws.
|-
! scope="row"| Departure
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka whirls and sinks into a wary crouch, his eyes narrowing to fiery slits. He sweeps his gaze first one way, then the other, tasting the air with his forked tongue. With a final, angry hiss cast back over his shoulder, the beast bounds out of sight.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner
| With methodical strokes, you brush away dust and dirt from a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's body, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
| With methodical strokes, PERSON brushes away dust and dirt from a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's body, restoring the luster of his gold hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner, Mounted
| You reach forward and brush away the dust and dirt of the trail from your gold yierka's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
| PERSON reaches forward and brushes away the dust and dirt of the trail from her gold yierka's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Non-Owner
| You reach out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore your presence.
| PERSON reaches out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore her presence.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner
| Lowering his head slightly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka locks eyes with you and begins to bristle. Widening your stance, you do the same and unwavering stare the beast down. This standstill lasts for several moments, a low growl emanating from the yierka, but you maintain your gaze and don't rise to guttural taunts. In the end, the yierka looks away first and visibly relaxes.
| Lowering his head slightly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka suddenly locks eyes with PERSON and begins to bristle. For her part, PERSON widens her stance, lowers her head, and maintains a steady, unwavering gaze at the beast. For several moments the two remain with their gazes locked, the yierka slowly issuing a growl before finally looking away.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner, Mounted
| Craning his head around to look up at you, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka blinks once or twice before facing forward once more.
| Craning his head around, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka blinks once or twice as he gazes at PERSON for a moment before facing forward once more.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Non-Owner
| You suddenly notice that a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka is gazing at you and freeze. Just as a low growl begins to emanate from the beast, tugs on his harness and breaks his concentration. Chuffing and bristling, the yierka stomps his front feet.
| PERSON suddenly ceases all movement as she locks eyes with a slightly growling gold yierka. Just as the growl begins to emanate, tugs on his harness, causing the yierka to break his gaze. Chuffing and bristling, the beast stomps his front feet.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner
| You approach a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, arms wide, and he narrows his fiery orange eyes at you while exhaling a soft hiss of suspicion. Undeterred, you step in close and embrace him around the neck, your fingers seeking out and lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Stiff with tension, the yierka nonetheless accepts your affection, however grudgingly.
| PERSON approaches a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka with arms wide, and the beast narrows his fiery orange eyes at her while exhaling a soft hiss. Undeterred, she steps in close and embraces the yierka around the neck, her fingers lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Stiff with tension, the yierka nonetheless accepts PERSON's affection, however grudgingly.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner, Mounted
| You rest your splayed hands on either side of the gold yierka's thick neck, stroking in circles, and he tolerates this gesture of affection with only a disgruntled ripple of his mottled hide.
| PERSON rests her splayed hands on either side of her gold yierka's thick neck, and he tolerates this gesture with only a disgruntled ripple of his mottled hide.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Non-Owner
| You approach a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, arms wide, but the beast wants nothing to do with your outpouring of affection. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. Suitably censured, you drop your arms and take a step back.
| PERSON approaches a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka with arms wide, but the beast is having none of it. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. PERSON drops her arms and takes a step back.
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Owner
| You lean against your gold yierka's side but do not let down your guard, remaining ready to spring away the moment his impatience with your familiarity overcomes his tolerance.
| PERSON leans against her gold yierka's side, but her posture retains the tension of wariness.
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Owner, Mounted
| You clamp your legs against your gold yierka's sides and lean back hard. Wise to this signal, the yierka rears back, swiping his curved claws in the air before him while letting out a baleful hiss!
| PERSON clamps her legs against her gold yierka's sides and leans back hard. Immediately, the yierka rears back, swiping his curved claws in the air before him while letting out a baleful hiss!
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Non-Owner
| Leaning left and right as you examine the gold yierka, you make a point of keeping a respectful distance from the ornery beast.
| Leaning left and right as she examines the gold yierka, PERSON keeps a respectful distance from the ornery beast.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Owner
| Spying the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, you peel off a few stray shreds of pale, papery skin and flick them away.
| Noticing what must be the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, PERSON peels off a few stray shreds of pale, papery skin and flicks them away.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Owner, Mounted
| Steadying yourself with a hand against your gold yierka's armored shoulder, you lean up and pinch away a few shed scales still stubbornly clinging to the vertebral ridge of his neck.
| Steadying herself with a hand against her gold yierka's armored shoulder, PERSON leans up and pinches away a few shed scales still stubbornly clinging to the vertebral ridge of the beast's neck.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Non-Owner
| Spying the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, you reach for a shred of pale, papery skin. Before you can get close enough, he fixes you with a hostile glare while pulling out of reach.
| Attention caught on some pale, papery shreds clinging to the yierka's hide, PERSON reaches toward him only to be brought up short by the beast's hostile glare as he pulls out of reach.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Owner
| Increasingly agitated, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka begins to growl and claw at the ground, teetering toward violence. Mindful of his teeth and bad mood, you grab him by the and pull his huge, wedge-shaped head sharply downward in a bid for control. The unruly beast snarls at you but eventually quiets, allowing you to release him without fear of an imminent rampage.
| Increasingly agitated, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka begins to growl and claw at the ground, teetering toward violence. With a wary eye to his teeth and sinewy bulk, PERSON grabs him by the and pulls his huge, wedge-shaped head sharply downward in a bid for control. The unruly beast snarls but eventually quiets, allowing PERSON to release him without apparent fear of an imminent rampage.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Owner, Mounted
| Your gold yierka grows restless and begins to lunge forward, but you are wise to his antics. Even as he coils his body beneath you, you pull back on the 's reins, forcing his head askew and turning his lunge into, at best, a lurch.
| PERSON's gold yierka grows restless and begins to lunge forward. Wise to his antics, she pulls back on the reins of , forcing the yierka's head askew and turning his lunge into, at best, a lurch.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Non-Owner
| Observing a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's obvious agitation, you resolve to keep your distance rather than risk a premature amputation. Your ill-advised urge to pull his tail is fleeting.
| PERSON eyes a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka speculatively, fingers twitching, but ultimately keeps her distance.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner
| You glide your hands down the gold yierka's neck and along his mottled flank, exploring the variations of texture and pattern while exerting a steady pressure to remind the beast that you are there and that you belong at his side. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into your rough caress.
| PERSON glides her hands down the gold yierka's neck and along his mottled flank, exerting steady pressure. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into the rough caress.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner, Mounted
| Leaning precariously forward, you rub your knuckles along the base of your gold yierka's skull where his head meets his neck.
| Leaning precariously forward, PERSON rubs her knuckles along the base of her gold yierka's skull where his head meets his neck.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Non-Owner
| You reach out toward a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka to satisfy your curiosity about his mottled hide, but the wary beast perceives your approach and sidesteps away. Rounding on you, he emits a loud, rumbling hiss, and his jaw drops open to expose the serration of sharp teeth.
| PERSON reaches out toward a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the wary beast sidesteps away. Rounding on her, the gold yierka emits a loud, rumbling hiss, and his jaw drops open to expose the serration of sharp teeth.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Owner
| Reaching up, you scratch along the softer underside of the gold yierka's heavy jaw. He tilts his great head just a little, and a pale membrane slides over his slit-pupiled eye until only a sliver of orange remains.
| Reaching up, PERSON scratches along the softer underside of the gold yierka's heavy jaw. The beast tilts his great head just a little, and a pale membrane slides over his slit-pupiled eye until only a sliver of orange remains.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Owner, Mounted
| You reach down and scratch vigorously along your yierka's neck and shoulders, right at the boundary of where his leathery gold hide grows dark and thick. He slowly dips his head and stretches it forward in grudging approval of your attention.
| PERSON reaches down and scratches vigorously along her yierka's neck and shoulders, right at the boundary of where the leathery gold hide grows dark and thick. The beast slowly dips his head and stretches it forward in what appears to be grudging approval of the attention.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Non-Owner
| You curl your fingers in a scratching motion at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, showing him your teeth. The beast stares at you for a moment, then reciprocates, raising one great foreleg and flexing his sharp claws while baring a wide array of pointed teeth in your direction. The gold yierka may have won this round.
| PERSON curls her fingers in a scratching motion at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, showing him her teeth. The beast stares at her for a moment, then reciprocates, raising one great foreleg and flexing his sharp claws while baring a wide array of pointed teeth in PERSON's direction.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #1
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until you feel one eye begin to twitch and you are forced to blink.
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until PERSON's eye begins to twitch and she finally blinks.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #2
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until you mutually break it off and look away at the same time.
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until they mutually break it off and look away at the same time.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #3
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until he finally gives a teeth-baring yawn and turns away. Victory!
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until he finally gives a teeth-baring yawn and turns nonchalantly away from her.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! Owner, Mounted
| From your elevated perch astride your gold yierka, you fold your arms across your chest and stare steadily forward, chin raised with stoic pride.
| From her elevated perch astride her gold yierka, PERSON folds her arms across her chest and stares steadily forward, chin raised with stoic pride.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Owner
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. In an attempt to distract him, you move to stand in front of the beast and frantically wave your hands, eventually breaking his gaze. The yierka snorts loudly a few times, seemingly in protest of your distraction.
| Captivated by something in the distance, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. PERSON quickly moves in front of the beast and frantically waves her hands, eventually breaking his gaze. The yierka snorts loudly a few times, perhaps in protest of the distraction.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Owner, Mounted
| Noticing a bothersome insect buzzing around your a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's face, you reach forward with one hand while holding the silk-lined rope harness with the other and wave briskly in an attempt to exterminate the intruder. Apparently successful, as there is no further sign of the pest, you lean back and give your yierka a reassuring pat on his side.
| PERSON reaches as far forward as she can and waves her hand through the air around a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's head. After a few swats, she returns to her seated position and pats her yierka on his side.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Non-Owner
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. In an attempt to distract him, you wave your hands frantically in front of his face, but all you can elicit from the beast is an indignant hiss. You're not sure what it means, but you don't want to find out, so you cease your distraction attempt.
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit! In an attempt to distract him, PERSON waves her hands frantically in front of his face, who counters the action with an indignant hiss. PERSON ceases her attempt at distraction.
|-
|}

===Ambients===
The yierka has two "special" ambient messages. For one of them, it has a rare item drop for a piece of bait compatible with the [[fishing]] system. The yierka will occasionally dig up some sort of grub or insect, which it will sometimes spit out onto the ground.

As another of its random ambient messages, the yierka may change its hide color. This happens when the yierka is brought into a room with a different [[climate]] setting. The end color result is entirely random and is drawn from the list of [[/Available_features|lizard mount available features]]. The yierka will maintain this skin color, even after dismissing it and resummoning, until it is brought into a room with a different climate flag, where it may change to another random color on that list.

<pre{{log2}}>
Scratching at the ground with determination, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka sweeps his long tail back and forth in a measured cadence as his claws expose a large green tomato worm. After pulling it free with bared teeth, he munches on the morsel for several moments.

Hissing in disgust, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka spits the offending green tomato worm from his mouth and flicks it away with his clawed toes for good measure.

Sensing a rapid change in climate, the yierka shakes vigorously, his leathery hide slowly shifting from ochre to olivine.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's eyelids droop as he appears to relax from the [HEAT SOURCE OBJECT]'s warmth.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka gives a sudden, explosive sneeze, his mottled sides heaving.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka grows restless, clawed toes flexing as he shifts from foot to foot.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka edges closer to an [HEAT SOURCE OBJECT], his mottled hide lightening somewhat as he basks in its warmth.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka rears back a step and tosses his head, his striated gold hide rippling and twitching for several moments before he settles.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka releases a low, rumbling hiss of warning and swivels his head to glare at a [RANDOM THING].

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka settles back on his muscular haunches with forelegs stiffened and head raised, warily surveying his surroundings.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka stares at PERSON fixedly for no apparent reason.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka turns his wedge-shaped head and peers coldly at you with one fiery orange eye.

His attention caught on something nearby, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka stills, watchful and unmoving as a statue.

In response to a nearby sound, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka gives a loud, hissing snort.

Lunging abruptly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka snaps at the air and narrowly misses you with his fearsome jaws.

The gold yierka's tail lashes back and forth in agitation.

Twisting in a sinuous motion, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka bends his long body nearly in half as he moves to investigate what might be behind.

With measured cadence, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka flicks out his long, forked tongue to taste the air.
</pre>

==Additional Information==

===Feeding Your Mount===

Feeding a mount is not mandatory, but it is a fun roleplaying option. Mounts will not eat anything that is not part of the basic food system OR a foraged item, but they all trap on specific nouns. Below is a list of nouns for each mount subtype in the equine category.

'''Lizards''' - crickets, grasshoppers, cockroaches, spiders, caterpillars, papaya, grape leaves, lettuce, worms, meat, leg, rat, rats, shank, mutton, strawberry, cactus flower, cactus, cactus-bloom, dandelion, berry, cantaloupe, and kale

==See Also==
* [[Yierka]] - Official Documentation
* Lizard mount [[/Available features|available features]]
* [[Mount System]]
* [[Rumor Woods]]
* [[Summoning item]]

==Resources==
*TBD
</td><td>
{{iteminfo
|type= Mechanical
|itemclass= Creature
|itemtype= Mounts
|alter= Yes
|ld= No
|releasevenue= Rumor Woods
|tiered= Yes
|corrscript= Summoning item
|restrictions= Mounts can only be altered at the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler's Den]] at Rumor Woods. They '''CANNOT''' be altered at merchants or through [[Alteration scroll|Sadie scrolls]]. '''Rare''' mounts cannot be altered.
}}
{{itemverb
|verb= CLEAN
|verb2= GAZE
|verb3= HUG
|verb4= LEAN
|verb5= NUDGE
|verb6= PINCH
|verb7= POSE
|verb8= PULL
|verb9= RUB
|verb10= SCRATCH
|verb11= SNAP
|verb12= STARE
|verb13= THUMP
|verb14= TOUCH
|verb15= WAVE
|verb16= YELP
}}
</td></tr></table>
[[Category:Rumor Woods]]
[[Category:Mount System]]

Lizard mount

2022-06-21T02:32:24Z

INSPADES: Added 3rd person Gaze (unmounted/mounted), Clean/Rub non owner 1st/3rd, Hug 1st/3rd (unmounted/mounted) & Non-owner HUG

{{work-in-progress}}
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'''Lizard''' mounts were released during the 2022 run of [[Rumor Woods]] as the third mount available for the [[Mount System|mount system]]. Mount are summoned by a [[summoning item]], which stores their information, but are considered a separate item. There were three tiers released: [[Lizard_mount#Common|common]], [[Lizard_mount#uncommon|uncommon]], and [[Lizard_mount#rare|rare]].
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{{itemtier
|tier= Common
|itemsummary= Common mounts are the least expensive option when considering purchase. They are limited in alteration options that may be allowed through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]].
===Available Types and Appearance===
;* a gargantuan armadillo lizard
: The lizard's thick-scaled hide is characterized by hard, overlapping greyish brown scales that form pronounced lateral ridges the full length of his body from skull to tail-tip. Set deep within his narrow head, his solid brown eyes are protected by scaly brows. His thick scales flare more dramatically along his neck, legs, and tail, tapering into toothy spines.
;* a giant three-toed tegu
: Stocky with thick limbs, the tegu's thick-scaled body is a mottled greyish brown and heavily armored all along his back from crown to tail. Solid brown eyes are set low beneath bony ridges on the sides of his narrow head. Each foot bears three thick toes with sharp claws; those of the forefeet are particularly elongated and sharp, while the hind claws are notably shorter. A cluster of bony spikes caps his tail, the one protruding at the center the longest by far.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| Arrival
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A heavy tread and a scrabble of claws presage the arrival of a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard.
|-
! scope="row"| Departure
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard flicks his forked tongue and, with a final lash of his tail, lumbers away.
|-
! scope="row"| APPRAISE
! All
| You look over a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard and determine that he is just downright monstrous.
| PERSON gives a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard an appraising look.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner
| With methodical strokes, you brush away dust and dirt from a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard's limbs, restoring the luster of his greyish green hide.
| PERSON reaches forward and brushes away the dust and dirt of the trail from his greyish green armadillo lizard's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his greyish green hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Non-Owner
| You barely manage to brush a few flecks of stray dirt from a massive black wastesdragon's tail before he moves pointedly out of reach.
| PLAYER only manages to brush a few flecks of stray dirt from a massive black wastesdragon's tail before the beast moves pointedly out of her reach.
|-
! scope="row"| NUDGE
! All
| You dig your elbow into a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard's side in an attempt to get him to move over, but the beast doesn't budge.
| PERSON digs her elbow into a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's side in an apparent attempt to get him to move over, but the beast doesn't budge.
|-
! scope="row"| NUDGE
! Owner, Mounted
| You lower your head slightly and place a hand atop a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard. You start to make a low growling noise deep in your throat, and after a moment, he begins to growl along, his muscles bunching beneath you.
| PERSON lowers her head slightly and places a hand atop a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka. PERSON starts to make a low growling noise deep in her throat, and after a moment, he begins to growl along, his muscles bunching beneath her.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner
| You glide your hands down the greyish green lizard's neck and along his flank, exploring the variations of texture and pattern while exerting a steady pressure to remind the beast that you are there and that you belong at his side. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into your rough caress.
| PLAYER glides his hands down the greyish green lizard's neck and along his flank, exerting steady pressure. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into the rough caress.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner, Mounted
| Leaning precariously forward, you rub your knuckles along the base of your greyish green lizard's skull where his head meets his neck, just below the spiny ridge of scales. The beast arches his neck and tucks his jaw, emitting a low, vibrating rumble.
| Leaning precariously forward, PLAYER rubs his knuckles along the base of his greyish green lizard's skull where his head meets his neck.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Non-Owner
| You reach out and rub your palm along the black wastesdragon's daubed flank, marveling at the texture. The beast tolerates this for the space of a breath before shifting his massive bulk out of reach and exhaling a low hiss.
| PLAYER reaches out and rubs her palm along black wastesdragon's daubed flank. The beast tolerates this for the space of a breath before shifting his massive bulk out of reach and exhaling a low hiss.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Owner
| You thump your fist lightly against the greyish green lizard's shoulder, and he tilts his spike-edged head toward you with an air of expectation.
| PERSON thumps her fist lightly against the greyish green lizard's shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped head toward her with an air of expectation.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Owner, Mounted
| You thump your heels solidly against greyish green lizard's flanks to encourage I into motion.
| PERSON thumps her heels solidly against greyish green lizard's flanks.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Non-Owner
| You thump your fist lightly against the gold yierka's mottled shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped and sidles away, tail lashing and hissing his displeasure.
| PERSON thumps her fist lightly against the gold yierka's mottled shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped and sidles away, tail lashing and hissing his displeasure.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Owner
| Moving slowly and with caution, you run your fingertips between the greyish green lizard's flared nostrils and up along the bony ridge over his nearest eye. He flicks his long, forked tongue but otherwise remains still under your touch.
| Moving slowly and carefully, PERSON runs her fingertips between the gold yierka's flared nostrils and up along the bony ridge over his nearest eye. The beast flicks his long, forked tongue but otherwise remains still under her touch.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Owner, Mounted
| You stroke a hand along your greyish green lizard's neck and follow with a hearty pat against the beast's shoulder.
| PERSON strokes a hand along her gold yierka's neck and follows with a hearty pat against the beast's mottled shoulder.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Non-Owner
| You reach out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore your presence.
| PERSON reaches out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore her presence.
|-
|}

===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>
TBA
</pre>

{{itemtier
|tier= Uncommon
|itemsummary= Uncommon mounts are the second most expensive option when considering purchase. They have more options available for noun choices, as well as a wider array of feature alterations at the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]]. Their appearance is similar to the common tier.
===Available Types and Appearance===
;* a colossal water monitor
: Banded from snout to tail, the water monitor's leathery, cerulean hide gives way to a lighter underbelly. The beast's round brown eyes appear almost beady, set within a triangular head beneath pronounced brow ridges. Darker streaks trail back from the brows and curve sharply over the oblong openings of his ears. His long, thick body is supported by short, muscular legs, and each toe terminates in a sharply curved claw.
;* a monstrous crocodile monitor
: Set beneath the prominent sweep of raised brow ridges, the crocodile monitor's round-pupiled brown eyes are large and alert. A pale gradient around his/her nostrils deepens to bistre halfway down his/her round-shaped head, though his/her leathery hide remains banded with pale markings even to the tip of his/her tail. His/Her long, thick body is supported by short, muscular legs, and each toe terminates in a sharply curved claw.
;* an enormous sai'ri monster
: A nearly unrelieved expanse of shimmering coal black, the sai'ri monster's knobby hide bears only a single stripe of iridescent blue along his belly. His thick, sturdy legs end in wide feet with three-clawed toes, and his tapered tail is as long as the rest of his body. Solid brown eyes are nestled beneath heavy brow ridges set low on his wedge-shaped head.
;* a scaly brownish-yellow wastesdragon
: The wastesdragon's heavy-jawed head is masked in black, with tiny solid brown eyes peering out from beneath small ridges. Breaking up the darkness, a daubed pattern of brownish yellow scales begins just past his brow and extends all the way to the tip of his tail. Though the entirety of his leathery hide is eye-catching in both vibrancy and contrast, the beast's form is otherwise stout, his body and tail thick and his neck and legs short.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the uncommon tier will be included below.''</small>
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner
| Canting your head to the side, you gaze at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, who immediately mimics your head tilt with one of his own. Blinking once, he licks at the air with his tongue before nosing at you with his snout.
| Canting his head to the side, PLAYER gazes at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, who immediately mimics his movement by tilting his head to match. Blinking once, he licks the air with his tongue before nosing PLAYER with his snout.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner, Mounted
| Craning his head around to look up at you, a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard blinks once or twice before facing forward once more.
| Craning his head around, a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard blinks once or twice as he gazes at PLAYER for a moment before facing forward once more.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Non-Owner
| You gaze at a massive black wastesdragon, who cants his head at an angle to look at you in return.
| PLAYER gazes at a massive black wastesdragon, who responds by tilting his head at an angle and looking right back at her.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner
| You approach a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, arms wide, and he tilts his spike-edged head and fixes you with one burnished gold eye. Undeterred, you step in close and hug him around the neck, your fingers seeking out and lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Leaning into your embrace, the lizard accepts your affection with a breathy chuff of pleasure.
| PLAYER approaches a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard with arms wide, and the beast tilts his spike-edged head and fixes him with one burnished gold eye. Undeterred, he steps in close and hugs the armadillo lizard around the neck, his fingers lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Leaning into his embrace, the armadillo lizard accepts PLAYER's affection with a breathy chuff of pleasure.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner, Mounted
| You rest your splayed hands on either side of the greyish green lizard's thick neck, stroking in circles, and he acknowledges this gesture of affection with a breathy chuff and a ripple of his hide.
| PLAYER rests his splayed hands on either side of his greyish green lizard's thick neck, and he acknowledges this gesture with a breathy chuff and a ripple of his hide.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Non-Owner
| You approach a massive black wastesdragon, arms wide, but the beast wants nothing to do with your outpouring of affection. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. Suitably censured, you drop your arms and take a step back.
| PLAYER approaches a massive black wastesdragon with arms wide, but the beast is having none of it. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. PLAYER drops her arms and takes a step back.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Owner
| You lean nonchalantly against a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, folding your arms across your chest and lifting your chin with no small amount of pride. The the lizard's tail curves your direction before lazily sweeping away again, but he otherwise retains his poise.
| PERSON leans nonchalantly against a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, folding her arms across her chest and raising her chin proudly. The the yierka's tail curves toward her before lazily sweeping away again, but the beast otherwise retains his poise.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Owner, Mounted
| You stiffen your spine and raise your clenched fist high in the air, holding it there for a moment as your greyish green lizard tosses his head and sways beneath you.
| PERSON raises her clenched fist high overhead and holds it there for a moment, swaying with the motion of her gold yierka as the beast tosses his head.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Non-Owner
| You plant your feet shoulder-width apart and cross your arms over your chest, staring at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka in a display of bravado. The gold yierka flicks his fiery orange gaze toward you, then away again, clearly unimpressed.
| PERSON plants her feet shoulder-width apart and crosses her arms over her chest, staring at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka in a display of bravado. The gold yierka flicks his fiery orange gaze toward her, then away again, clearly unimpressed.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Owner
| You snap your fingers at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard twice in quick succession, commanding his attention. With a slow blink of his round-pupilled burnished gold eyes, the beast swivels his spike-edged head in your direction.
| PERSON snaps her fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in quick succession, commanding his attention. With a slow blink of his slit-pupilled fiery orange eyes, the beast swivels his wedge-shaped head in PERSON's direction.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Owner, Mounted
| From your perch atop a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, you stretch forth your arm, pointing imperiously, and snap your fingers. Your mount lurches into motion at your command.
| From her perch atop a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, PERSON stretches forth her arm, pointing imperiously, and snaps her fingers. Her mount lurches into motion at the command.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Non-Owner
| You snap your fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in a bid for his attention. The beast utterly ignores you.
| PERSON snaps her fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in a bid for his attention. The beast utterly ignores her.
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Owner
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Owner, Mounted
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Non-Owner
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"|
| {{addmetext}}
|
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"|
! Mounted
|
| {{addmetext}}
|}

===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>All common ambients, plus:

TBA
</pre>
{{itemtier
|tier= Rare
|itemsummary= Rare mounts are the highest tier available for purchase and offer additional verbs unavailable at common or uncommon tiers. Rare lizard mounts are locked into their features as the additional verbs are specialized to the design. They are also only available during their initial run, and are discontinued in concurrent runs. For 2022, the rare lizard mounts were '''yierka'''.

===Appearance===
====Yierka====

<pre{{log2}}>
'''a sinewy fringe-toed yierka'''<br>
Earthy beige tones mottle the yierka's leathery hide in subtle bands from nose to tail, though large swathes along his neck and shoulders are much darker where the skin has the thickness of armor. Parallel ridges of pale, raised scales crest above the beast's fiery orange, slit-pupiled eyes before merging at the crown of his wedge-shaped head and extending down his spine. His sleekly muscular body and limbs are built for running, and his long, claw-tipped toes each bear a serrated fringe of scales.
</pre>
After a yierka has had its hide color change from moving to room with a different climate, it will appear as '''a sinewy (color) fringe-toed yierka''' with its look description starting with, "Earthy (color) tones mottle the yierka's leathery hide in subtle bands." It will remain this color until it is moved to an area with a different climate.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the common and uncommon tier will be included below.''</small>
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| Arrival
! N/A
| colspan="2"| Head low and teeth bared, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka prowls in, the dry susurration of its movement punctuated by the click and scratch of sharp claws.
|-
! scope="row"| Departure
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka whirls and sinks into a wary crouch, his eyes narrowing to fiery slits. He sweeps his gaze first one way, then the other, tasting the air with his forked tongue. With a final, angry hiss cast back over his shoulder, the beast bounds out of sight.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner
| With methodical strokes, you brush away dust and dirt from a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's body, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
| With methodical strokes, PERSON brushes away dust and dirt from a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's body, restoring the luster of his gold hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner, Mounted
| You reach forward and brush away the dust and dirt of the trail from your gold yierka's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
| PERSON reaches forward and brushes away the dust and dirt of the trail from her gold yierka's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Non-Owner
| You reach out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore your presence.
| PERSON reaches out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore her presence.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner
| Lowering his head slightly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka locks eyes with you and begins to bristle. Widening your stance, you do the same and unwavering stare the beast down. This standstill lasts for several moments, a low growl emanating from the yierka, but you maintain your gaze and don't rise to guttural taunts. In the end, the yierka looks away first and visibly relaxes.
| Lowering his head slightly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka suddenly locks eyes with PERSON and begins to bristle. For her part, PERSON widens her stance, lowers her head, and maintains a steady, unwavering gaze at the beast. For several moments the two remain with their gazes locked, the yierka slowly issuing a growl before finally looking away.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner, Mounted
| Craning his head around to look up at you, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka blinks once or twice before facing forward once more.
| Craning his head around, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka blinks once or twice as he gazes at PERSON for a moment before facing forward once more.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Non-Owner
| You suddenly notice that a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka is gazing at you and freeze. Just as a low growl begins to emanate from the beast, tugs on his harness and breaks his concentration. Chuffing and bristling, the yierka stomps his front feet.
| PERSON suddenly ceases all movement as she locks eyes with a slightly growling gold yierka. Just as the growl begins to emanate, tugs on his harness, causing the yierka to break his gaze. Chuffing and bristling, the beast stomps his front feet.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner
| You approach a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, arms wide, and he narrows his fiery orange eyes at you while exhaling a soft hiss of suspicion. Undeterred, you step in close and embrace him around the neck, your fingers seeking out and lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Stiff with tension, the yierka nonetheless accepts your affection, however grudgingly.
| PERSON approaches a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka with arms wide, and the beast narrows his fiery orange eyes at her while exhaling a soft hiss. Undeterred, she steps in close and embraces the yierka around the neck, her fingers lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Stiff with tension, the yierka nonetheless accepts PERSON's affection, however grudgingly.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner, Mounted
| You rest your splayed hands on either side of the gold yierka's thick neck, stroking in circles, and he tolerates this gesture of affection with only a disgruntled ripple of his mottled hide.
| PERSON rests her splayed hands on either side of her gold yierka's thick neck, and he tolerates this gesture with only a disgruntled ripple of his mottled hide.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Non-Owner
| You approach a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, arms wide, but the beast wants nothing to do with your outpouring of affection. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. Suitably censured, you drop your arms and take a step back.
| PERSON approaches a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka with arms wide, but the beast is having none of it. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. PERSON drops her arms and takes a step back.
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Owner
| You lean against your gold yierka's side but do not let down your guard, remaining ready to spring away the moment his impatience with your familiarity overcomes his tolerance.
| PERSON leans against her gold yierka's side, but her posture retains the tension of wariness.
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Owner, Mounted
| You clamp your legs against your gold yierka's sides and lean back hard. Wise to this signal, the yierka rears back, swiping his curved claws in the air before him while letting out a baleful hiss!
| PERSON clamps her legs against her gold yierka's sides and leans back hard. Immediately, the yierka rears back, swiping his curved claws in the air before him while letting out a baleful hiss!
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Non-Owner
| Leaning left and right as you examine the gold yierka, you make a point of keeping a respectful distance from the ornery beast.
| Leaning left and right as she examines the gold yierka, PERSON keeps a respectful distance from the ornery beast.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Owner
| Spying the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, you peel off a few stray shreds of pale, papery skin and flick them away.
| Noticing what must be the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, PERSON peels off a few stray shreds of pale, papery skin and flicks them away.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Owner, Mounted
| Steadying yourself with a hand against your gold yierka's armored shoulder, you lean up and pinch away a few shed scales still stubbornly clinging to the vertebral ridge of his neck.
| Steadying herself with a hand against her gold yierka's armored shoulder, PERSON leans up and pinches away a few shed scales still stubbornly clinging to the vertebral ridge of the beast's neck.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Non-Owner
| Spying the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, you reach for a shred of pale, papery skin. Before you can get close enough, he fixes you with a hostile glare while pulling out of reach.
| Attention caught on some pale, papery shreds clinging to the yierka's hide, PERSON reaches toward him only to be brought up short by the beast's hostile glare as he pulls out of reach.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Owner
| Increasingly agitated, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka begins to growl and claw at the ground, teetering toward violence. Mindful of his teeth and bad mood, you grab him by the and pull his huge, wedge-shaped head sharply downward in a bid for control. The unruly beast snarls at you but eventually quiets, allowing you to release him without fear of an imminent rampage.
| Increasingly agitated, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka begins to growl and claw at the ground, teetering toward violence. With a wary eye to his teeth and sinewy bulk, PERSON grabs him by the and pulls his huge, wedge-shaped head sharply downward in a bid for control. The unruly beast snarls but eventually quiets, allowing PERSON to release him without apparent fear of an imminent rampage.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Owner, Mounted
| Your gold yierka grows restless and begins to lunge forward, but you are wise to his antics. Even as he coils his body beneath you, you pull back on the 's reins, forcing his head askew and turning his lunge into, at best, a lurch.
| PERSON's gold yierka grows restless and begins to lunge forward. Wise to his antics, she pulls back on the reins of , forcing the yierka's head askew and turning his lunge into, at best, a lurch.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Non-Owner
| Observing a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's obvious agitation, you resolve to keep your distance rather than risk a premature amputation. Your ill-advised urge to pull his tail is fleeting.
| PERSON eyes a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka speculatively, fingers twitching, but ultimately keeps her distance.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner
| You glide your hands down the gold yierka's neck and along his mottled flank, exploring the variations of texture and pattern while exerting a steady pressure to remind the beast that you are there and that you belong at his side. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into your rough caress.
| PERSON glides her hands down the gold yierka's neck and along his mottled flank, exerting steady pressure. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into the rough caress.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner, Mounted
| Leaning precariously forward, you rub your knuckles along the base of your gold yierka's skull where his head meets his neck.
| Leaning precariously forward, PERSON rubs her knuckles along the base of her gold yierka's skull where his head meets his neck.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Non-Owner
| You reach out toward a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka to satisfy your curiosity about his mottled hide, but the wary beast perceives your approach and sidesteps away. Rounding on you, he emits a loud, rumbling hiss, and his jaw drops open to expose the serration of sharp teeth.
| PERSON reaches out toward a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the wary beast sidesteps away. Rounding on her, the gold yierka emits a loud, rumbling hiss, and his jaw drops open to expose the serration of sharp teeth.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Owner
| Reaching up, you scratch along the softer underside of the gold yierka's heavy jaw. He tilts his great head just a little, and a pale membrane slides over his slit-pupiled eye until only a sliver of orange remains.
| Reaching up, PERSON scratches along the softer underside of the gold yierka's heavy jaw. The beast tilts his great head just a little, and a pale membrane slides over his slit-pupiled eye until only a sliver of orange remains.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Owner, Mounted
| You reach down and scratch vigorously along your yierka's neck and shoulders, right at the boundary of where his leathery gold hide grows dark and thick. He slowly dips his head and stretches it forward in grudging approval of your attention.
| PERSON reaches down and scratches vigorously along her yierka's neck and shoulders, right at the boundary of where the leathery gold hide grows dark and thick. The beast slowly dips his head and stretches it forward in what appears to be grudging approval of the attention.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Non-Owner
| You curl your fingers in a scratching motion at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, showing him your teeth. The beast stares at you for a moment, then reciprocates, raising one great foreleg and flexing his sharp claws while baring a wide array of pointed teeth in your direction. The gold yierka may have won this round.
| PERSON curls her fingers in a scratching motion at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, showing him her teeth. The beast stares at her for a moment, then reciprocates, raising one great foreleg and flexing his sharp claws while baring a wide array of pointed teeth in PERSON's direction.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #1
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until you feel one eye begin to twitch and you are forced to blink.
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until PERSON's eye begins to twitch and she finally blinks.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #2
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until you mutually break it off and look away at the same time.
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until they mutually break it off and look away at the same time.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #3
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until he finally gives a teeth-baring yawn and turns away. Victory!
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until he finally gives a teeth-baring yawn and turns nonchalantly away from her.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! Owner, Mounted
| From your elevated perch astride your gold yierka, you fold your arms across your chest and stare steadily forward, chin raised with stoic pride.
| From her elevated perch astride her gold yierka, PERSON folds her arms across her chest and stares steadily forward, chin raised with stoic pride.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Owner
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. In an attempt to distract him, you move to stand in front of the beast and frantically wave your hands, eventually breaking his gaze. The yierka snorts loudly a few times, seemingly in protest of your distraction.
| Captivated by something in the distance, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. PERSON quickly moves in front of the beast and frantically waves her hands, eventually breaking his gaze. The yierka snorts loudly a few times, perhaps in protest of the distraction.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Owner, Mounted
| Noticing a bothersome insect buzzing around your a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's face, you reach forward with one hand while holding the silk-lined rope harness with the other and wave briskly in an attempt to exterminate the intruder. Apparently successful, as there is no further sign of the pest, you lean back and give your yierka a reassuring pat on his side.
| PERSON reaches as far forward as she can and waves her hand through the air around a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's head. After a few swats, she returns to her seated position and pats her yierka on his side.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Non-Owner
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. In an attempt to distract him, you wave your hands frantically in front of his face, but all you can elicit from the beast is an indignant hiss. You're not sure what it means, but you don't want to find out, so you cease your distraction attempt.
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit! In an attempt to distract him, PERSON waves her hands frantically in front of his face, who counters the action with an indignant hiss. PERSON ceases her attempt at distraction.
|-
|}

===Ambients===
The yierka has two "special" ambient messages. For one of them, it has a rare item drop for a piece of bait compatible with the [[fishing]] system. The yierka will occasionally dig up some sort of grub or insect, which it will sometimes spit out onto the ground.

As another of its random ambient messages, the yierka may change its hide color. This happens when the yierka is brought into a room with a different [[climate]] setting. The end color result is entirely random and is drawn from the list of [[/Available_features|lizard mount available features]]. The yierka will maintain this skin color, even after dismissing it and resummoning, until it is brought into a room with a different climate flag, where it may change to another random color on that list.

<pre{{log2}}>
Scratching at the ground with determination, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka sweeps his long tail back and forth in a measured cadence as his claws expose a large green tomato worm. After pulling it free with bared teeth, he munches on the morsel for several moments.

Hissing in disgust, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka spits the offending green tomato worm from his mouth and flicks it away with his clawed toes for good measure.

Sensing a rapid change in climate, the yierka shakes vigorously, his leathery hide slowly shifting from ochre to olivine.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's eyelids droop as he appears to relax from the [HEAT SOURCE OBJECT]'s warmth.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka gives a sudden, explosive sneeze, his mottled sides heaving.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka grows restless, clawed toes flexing as he shifts from foot to foot.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka edges closer to an [HEAT SOURCE OBJECT], his mottled hide lightening somewhat as he basks in its warmth.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka rears back a step and tosses his head, his striated gold hide rippling and twitching for several moments before he settles.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka releases a low, rumbling hiss of warning and swivels his head to glare at a [RANDOM THING].

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka settles back on his muscular haunches with forelegs stiffened and head raised, warily surveying his surroundings.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka stares at PERSON fixedly for no apparent reason.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka turns his wedge-shaped head and peers coldly at you with one fiery orange eye.

His attention caught on something nearby, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka stills, watchful and unmoving as a statue.

In response to a nearby sound, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka gives a loud, hissing snort.

Lunging abruptly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka snaps at the air and narrowly misses you with his fearsome jaws.

The gold yierka's tail lashes back and forth in agitation.

Twisting in a sinuous motion, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka bends his long body nearly in half as he moves to investigate what might be behind.

With measured cadence, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka flicks out his long, forked tongue to taste the air.
</pre>

==Additional Information==

===Feeding Your Mount===

Feeding a mount is not mandatory, but it is a fun roleplaying option. Mounts will not eat anything that is not part of the basic food system OR a foraged item, but they all trap on specific nouns. Below is a list of nouns for each mount subtype in the equine category.

'''Lizards''' - crickets, grasshoppers, cockroaches, spiders, caterpillars, papaya, grape leaves, lettuce, worms, meat, leg, rat, rats, shank, mutton, strawberry, cactus flower, cactus, cactus-bloom, dandelion, berry, cantaloupe, and kale

==See Also==
* [[Yierka]] - Official Documentation
* Lizard mount [[/Available features|available features]]
* [[Mount System]]
* [[Rumor Woods]]
* [[Summoning item]]

==Resources==
*TBD
</td><td>
{{iteminfo
|type= Mechanical
|itemclass= Creature
|itemtype= Mounts
|alter= Yes
|ld= No
|releasevenue= Rumor Woods
|tiered= Yes
|corrscript= Summoning item
|restrictions= Mounts can only be altered at the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler's Den]] at Rumor Woods. They '''CANNOT''' be altered at merchants or through [[Alteration scroll|Sadie scrolls]]. '''Rare''' mounts cannot be altered.
}}
{{itemverb
|verb= CLEAN
|verb2= GAZE
|verb3= HUG
|verb4= LEAN
|verb5= NUDGE
|verb6= PINCH
|verb7= POSE
|verb8= PULL
|verb9= RUB
|verb10= SCRATCH
|verb11= SNAP
|verb12= STARE
|verb13= THUMP
|verb14= TOUCH
|verb15= WAVE
|verb16= YELP
}}
</td></tr></table>
[[Category:Rumor Woods]]
[[Category:Mount System]]

Lizard mount

2022-06-21T02:02:44Z

INSPADES: added missing 3rd person for RUB, CLEAN

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'''Lizard''' mounts were released during the 2022 run of [[Rumor Woods]] as the third mount available for the [[Mount System|mount system]]. Mount are summoned by a [[summoning item]], which stores their information, but are considered a separate item. There were three tiers released: [[Lizard_mount#Common|common]], [[Lizard_mount#uncommon|uncommon]], and [[Lizard_mount#rare|rare]].
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{{itemtier
|tier= Common
|itemsummary= Common mounts are the least expensive option when considering purchase. They are limited in alteration options that may be allowed through the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]].
===Available Types and Appearance===
;* a gargantuan armadillo lizard
: The lizard's thick-scaled hide is characterized by hard, overlapping greyish brown scales that form pronounced lateral ridges the full length of his body from skull to tail-tip. Set deep within his narrow head, his solid brown eyes are protected by scaly brows. His thick scales flare more dramatically along his neck, legs, and tail, tapering into toothy spines.
;* a giant three-toed tegu
: Stocky with thick limbs, the tegu's thick-scaled body is a mottled greyish brown and heavily armored all along his back from crown to tail. Solid brown eyes are set low beneath bony ridges on the sides of his narrow head. Each foot bears three thick toes with sharp claws; those of the forefeet are particularly elongated and sharp, while the hind claws are notably shorter. A cluster of bony spikes caps his tail, the one protruding at the center the longest by far.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| Arrival
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A heavy tread and a scrabble of claws presage the arrival of a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard.
|-
! scope="row"| Departure
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard flicks his forked tongue and, with a final lash of his tail, lumbers away.
|-
! scope="row"| APPRAISE
! All
| You look over a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard and determine that he is just downright monstrous.
| PERSON gives a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard an appraising look.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner
| With methodical strokes, you brush away dust and dirt from a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard's limbs, restoring the luster of his greyish green hide.
| PERSON reaches forward and brushes away the dust and dirt of the trail from his greyish green armadillo lizard's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his greyish green hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Non-Owner
| {{addmetext}}
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| NUDGE
! All
| You dig your elbow into a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard's side in an attempt to get him to move over, but the beast doesn't budge.
| PERSON digs her elbow into a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's side in an apparent attempt to get him to move over, but the beast doesn't budge.
|-
! scope="row"| NUDGE
! Owner, Mounted
| You lower your head slightly and place a hand atop a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard. You start to make a low growling noise deep in your throat, and after a moment, he begins to growl along, his muscles bunching beneath you.
| PERSON lowers her head slightly and places a hand atop a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka. PERSON starts to make a low growling noise deep in her throat, and after a moment, he begins to growl along, his muscles bunching beneath her.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner
| You glide your hands down the greyish green lizard's neck and along his flank, exploring the variations of texture and pattern while exerting a steady pressure to remind the beast that you are there and that you belong at his side. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into your rough caress.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner, Mounted
| Leaning precariously forward, you rub your knuckles along the base of your greyish green lizard's skull where his head meets his neck, just below the spiny ridge of scales. The beast arches his neck and tucks his jaw, emitting a low, vibrating rumble.
| Leaning precariously forward, PLAYER rubs his knuckles along the base of his greyish green lizard's skull where his head meets his neck.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Non-Owner
| {{addmetext}}
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Owner
| You thump your fist lightly against the greyish green lizard's shoulder, and he tilts his spike-edged head toward you with an air of expectation.
| PERSON thumps her fist lightly against the greyish green lizard's shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped head toward her with an air of expectation.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Owner, Mounted
| You thump your heels solidly against greyish green lizard's flanks to encourage I into motion.
| PERSON thumps her heels solidly against greyish green lizard's flanks.
|-
! scope="row"| THUMP
! Non-Owner
| You thump your fist lightly against the gold yierka's mottled shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped and sidles away, tail lashing and hissing his displeasure.
| PERSON thumps her fist lightly against the gold yierka's mottled shoulder, and he tilts his wedge-shaped and sidles away, tail lashing and hissing his displeasure.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Owner
| Moving slowly and with caution, you run your fingertips between the greyish green lizard's flared nostrils and up along the bony ridge over his nearest eye. He flicks his long, forked tongue but otherwise remains still under your touch.
| Moving slowly and carefully, PERSON runs her fingertips between the gold yierka's flared nostrils and up along the bony ridge over his nearest eye. The beast flicks his long, forked tongue but otherwise remains still under her touch.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Owner, Mounted
| You stroke a hand along your greyish green lizard's neck and follow with a hearty pat against the beast's shoulder.
| PERSON strokes a hand along her gold yierka's neck and follows with a hearty pat against the beast's mottled shoulder.
|-
! scope="row"| TOUCH
! Non-Owner
| You reach out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore your presence.
| PERSON reaches out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore her presence.
|-
|}

===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>
TBA
</pre>

{{itemtier
|tier= Uncommon
|itemsummary= Uncommon mounts are the second most expensive option when considering purchase. They have more options available for noun choices, as well as a wider array of feature alterations at the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler]]. Their appearance is similar to the common tier.
===Available Types and Appearance===
;* a colossal water monitor
: Banded from snout to tail, the water monitor's leathery, cerulean hide gives way to a lighter underbelly. The beast's round brown eyes appear almost beady, set within a triangular head beneath pronounced brow ridges. Darker streaks trail back from the brows and curve sharply over the oblong openings of his ears. His long, thick body is supported by short, muscular legs, and each toe terminates in a sharply curved claw.
;* a monstrous crocodile monitor
: Set beneath the prominent sweep of raised brow ridges, the crocodile monitor's round-pupiled brown eyes are large and alert. A pale gradient around his/her nostrils deepens to bistre halfway down his/her round-shaped head, though his/her leathery hide remains banded with pale markings even to the tip of his/her tail. His/Her long, thick body is supported by short, muscular legs, and each toe terminates in a sharply curved claw.
;* an enormous sai'ri monster
: A nearly unrelieved expanse of shimmering coal black, the sai'ri monster's knobby hide bears only a single stripe of iridescent blue along his belly. His thick, sturdy legs end in wide feet with three-clawed toes, and his tapered tail is as long as the rest of his body. Solid brown eyes are nestled beneath heavy brow ridges set low on his wedge-shaped head.
;* a scaly brownish-yellow wastesdragon
: The wastesdragon's heavy-jawed head is masked in black, with tiny solid brown eyes peering out from beneath small ridges. Breaking up the darkness, a daubed pattern of brownish yellow scales begins just past his brow and extends all the way to the tip of his tail. Though the entirety of his leathery hide is eye-catching in both vibrancy and contrast, the beast's form is otherwise stout, his body and tail thick and his neck and legs short.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the uncommon tier will be included below.''</small>
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner
| Canting your head to the side, you gaze at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, who immediately mimics your head tilt with one of his own. Blinking once, he licks at the air with his tongue before nosing at you with his snout.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner, Mounted
| Craning his head around to look up at you, a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard blinks once or twice before facing forward once more.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Non-Owner
| {{addmetext}}
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner
| You approach a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, arms wide, and he tilts his spike-edged head and fixes you with one burnished gold eye. Undeterred, you step in close and hug him around the neck, your fingers seeking out and lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Leaning into your embrace, the lizard accepts your affection with a breathy chuff of pleasure.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner, Mounted
| You rest your splayed hands on either side of the greyish green lizard's thick neck, stroking in circles, and he acknowledges this gesture of affection with a breathy chuff and a ripple of his hide.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Non-Owner
| {{addmetext}}
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Owner
| You lean nonchalantly against a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, folding your arms across your chest and lifting your chin with no small amount of pride. The the lizard's tail curves your direction before lazily sweeping away again, but he otherwise retains his poise.
| PERSON leans nonchalantly against a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, folding her arms across her chest and raising her chin proudly. The the yierka's tail curves toward her before lazily sweeping away again, but the beast otherwise retains his poise.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Owner, Mounted
| You stiffen your spine and raise your clenched fist high in the air, holding it there for a moment as your greyish green lizard tosses his head and sways beneath you.
| PERSON raises her clenched fist high overhead and holds it there for a moment, swaying with the motion of her gold yierka as the beast tosses his head.
|-
! scope="row"| POSE
! Non-Owner
| You plant your feet shoulder-width apart and cross your arms over your chest, staring at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka in a display of bravado. The gold yierka flicks his fiery orange gaze toward you, then away again, clearly unimpressed.
| PERSON plants her feet shoulder-width apart and crosses her arms over her chest, staring at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka in a display of bravado. The gold yierka flicks his fiery orange gaze toward her, then away again, clearly unimpressed.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Owner
| You snap your fingers at a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard twice in quick succession, commanding his attention. With a slow blink of his round-pupilled burnished gold eyes, the beast swivels his spike-edged head in your direction.
| PERSON snaps her fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in quick succession, commanding his attention. With a slow blink of his slit-pupilled fiery orange eyes, the beast swivels his wedge-shaped head in PERSON's direction.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Owner, Mounted
| From your perch atop a monstrous greyish green armadillo lizard, you stretch forth your arm, pointing imperiously, and snap your fingers. Your mount lurches into motion at your command.
| From her perch atop a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, PERSON stretches forth her arm, pointing imperiously, and snaps her fingers. Her mount lurches into motion at the command.
|-
! scope="row"| SNAP
! Non-Owner
| You snap your fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in a bid for his attention. The beast utterly ignores you.
| PERSON snaps her fingers at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka twice in a bid for his attention. The beast utterly ignores her.
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Owner
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Owner, Mounted
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"| YELP
! Non-Owner
| Not yet implemented.
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"|
| {{addmetext}}
|
| {{addmetext}}
|-
! scope="row"|
! Mounted
|
| {{addmetext}}
|}

===Ambients===
<pre{{log2}}>All common ambients, plus:

TBA
</pre>
{{itemtier
|tier= Rare
|itemsummary= Rare mounts are the highest tier available for purchase and offer additional verbs unavailable at common or uncommon tiers. Rare lizard mounts are locked into their features as the additional verbs are specialized to the design. They are also only available during their initial run, and are discontinued in concurrent runs. For 2022, the rare lizard mounts were '''yierka'''.

===Appearance===
====Yierka====

<pre{{log2}}>
'''a sinewy fringe-toed yierka'''<br>
Earthy beige tones mottle the yierka's leathery hide in subtle bands from nose to tail, though large swathes along his neck and shoulders are much darker where the skin has the thickness of armor. Parallel ridges of pale, raised scales crest above the beast's fiery orange, slit-pupiled eyes before merging at the crown of his wedge-shaped head and extending down his spine. His sleekly muscular body and limbs are built for running, and his long, claw-tipped toes each bear a serrated fringe of scales.
</pre>
After a yierka has had its hide color change from moving to room with a different climate, it will appear as '''a sinewy (color) fringe-toed yierka''' with its look description starting with, "Earthy (color) tones mottle the yierka's leathery hide in subtle bands." It will remain this color until it is moved to an area with a different climate.
|itemverbtable= Yes
}}
<small>''Note: Only the verbs differing from the common and uncommon tier will be included below.''</small>
{| {{verbtable}}
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Who
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row"| Arrival
! N/A
| colspan="2"| Head low and teeth bared, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka prowls in, the dry susurration of its movement punctuated by the click and scratch of sharp claws.
|-
! scope="row"| Departure
! N/A
| colspan="2"| A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka whirls and sinks into a wary crouch, his eyes narrowing to fiery slits. He sweeps his gaze first one way, then the other, tasting the air with his forked tongue. With a final, angry hiss cast back over his shoulder, the beast bounds out of sight.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner
| With methodical strokes, you brush away dust and dirt from a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's body, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
| With methodical strokes, PERSON brushes away dust and dirt from a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's body, restoring the luster of his gold hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Owner, Mounted
| You reach forward and brush away the dust and dirt of the trail from your gold yierka's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
| PERSON reaches forward and brushes away the dust and dirt of the trail from her gold yierka's neck and shoulders, restoring the luster of his mottled gold hide.
|-
! scope="row"| CLEAN
! Non-Owner
| You reach out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore your presence.
| PERSON reaches out to touch a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the sinewy beast shuffles his bulk a few steps further away while appearing to completely ignore her presence.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner
| Lowering his head slightly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka locks eyes with you and begins to bristle. Widening your stance, you do the same and unwavering stare the beast down. This standstill lasts for several moments, a low growl emanating from the yierka, but you maintain your gaze and don't rise to guttural taunts. In the end, the yierka looks away first and visibly relaxes.
| Lowering his head slightly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka suddenly locks eyes with PERSON and begins to bristle. For her part, PERSON widens her stance, lowers her head, and maintains a steady, unwavering gaze at the beast. For several moments the two remain with their gazes locked, the yierka slowly issuing a growl before finally looking away.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Owner, Mounted
| Craning his head around to look up at you, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka blinks once or twice before facing forward once more.
| Craning his head around, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka blinks once or twice as he gazes at PERSON for a moment before facing forward once more.
|-
! scope="row"| GAZE
! Non-Owner
| You suddenly notice that a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka is gazing at you and freeze. Just as a low growl begins to emanate from the beast, tugs on his harness and breaks his concentration. Chuffing and bristling, the yierka stomps his front feet.
| PERSON suddenly ceases all movement as she locks eyes with a slightly growling gold yierka. Just as the growl begins to emanate, tugs on his harness, causing the yierka to break his gaze. Chuffing and bristling, the beast stomps his front feet.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner
| You approach a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, arms wide, and he narrows his fiery orange eyes at you while exhaling a soft hiss of suspicion. Undeterred, you step in close and embrace him around the neck, your fingers seeking out and lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Stiff with tension, the yierka nonetheless accepts your affection, however grudgingly.
| PERSON approaches a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka with arms wide, and the beast narrows his fiery orange eyes at her while exhaling a soft hiss. Undeterred, she steps in close and embraces the yierka around the neck, her fingers lightly stroking a sensitive spot just below the recess of his ear. Stiff with tension, the yierka nonetheless accepts PERSON's affection, however grudgingly.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Owner, Mounted
| You rest your splayed hands on either side of the gold yierka's thick neck, stroking in circles, and he tolerates this gesture of affection with only a disgruntled ripple of his mottled hide.
| PERSON rests her splayed hands on either side of her gold yierka's thick neck, and he tolerates this gesture with only a disgruntled ripple of his mottled hide.
|-
! scope="row"| HUG
! Non-Owner
| You approach a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, arms wide, but the beast wants nothing to do with your outpouring of affection. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. Suitably censured, you drop your arms and take a step back.
| PERSON approaches a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka with arms wide, but the beast is having none of it. His jaws gape, baring sharp teeth as he hisses a warning. PERSON drops her arms and takes a step back.
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Owner
| You lean against your gold yierka's side but do not let down your guard, remaining ready to spring away the moment his impatience with your familiarity overcomes his tolerance.
| PERSON leans against her gold yierka's side, but her posture retains the tension of wariness.
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Owner, Mounted
| You clamp your legs against your gold yierka's sides and lean back hard. Wise to this signal, the yierka rears back, swiping his curved claws in the air before him while letting out a baleful hiss!
| PERSON clamps her legs against her gold yierka's sides and leans back hard. Immediately, the yierka rears back, swiping his curved claws in the air before him while letting out a baleful hiss!
|-
! scope="row"| LEAN
! Non-Owner
| Leaning left and right as you examine the gold yierka, you make a point of keeping a respectful distance from the ornery beast.
| Leaning left and right as she examines the gold yierka, PERSON keeps a respectful distance from the ornery beast.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Owner
| Spying the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, you peel off a few stray shreds of pale, papery skin and flick them away.
| Noticing what must be the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, PERSON peels off a few stray shreds of pale, papery skin and flicks them away.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Owner, Mounted
| Steadying yourself with a hand against your gold yierka's armored shoulder, you lean up and pinch away a few shed scales still stubbornly clinging to the vertebral ridge of his neck.
| Steadying herself with a hand against her gold yierka's armored shoulder, PERSON leans up and pinches away a few shed scales still stubbornly clinging to the vertebral ridge of the beast's neck.
|-
! scope="row"| PINCH
! Non-Owner
| Spying the lingering remnants of the yierka's last molt still clinging to his hide, you reach for a shred of pale, papery skin. Before you can get close enough, he fixes you with a hostile glare while pulling out of reach.
| Attention caught on some pale, papery shreds clinging to the yierka's hide, PERSON reaches toward him only to be brought up short by the beast's hostile glare as he pulls out of reach.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Owner
| Increasingly agitated, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka begins to growl and claw at the ground, teetering toward violence. Mindful of his teeth and bad mood, you grab him by the and pull his huge, wedge-shaped head sharply downward in a bid for control. The unruly beast snarls at you but eventually quiets, allowing you to release him without fear of an imminent rampage.
| Increasingly agitated, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka begins to growl and claw at the ground, teetering toward violence. With a wary eye to his teeth and sinewy bulk, PERSON grabs him by the and pulls his huge, wedge-shaped head sharply downward in a bid for control. The unruly beast snarls but eventually quiets, allowing PERSON to release him without apparent fear of an imminent rampage.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Owner, Mounted
| Your gold yierka grows restless and begins to lunge forward, but you are wise to his antics. Even as he coils his body beneath you, you pull back on the 's reins, forcing his head askew and turning his lunge into, at best, a lurch.
| PERSON's gold yierka grows restless and begins to lunge forward. Wise to his antics, she pulls back on the reins of , forcing the yierka's head askew and turning his lunge into, at best, a lurch.
|-
! scope="row"| PULL
! Non-Owner
| Observing a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's obvious agitation, you resolve to keep your distance rather than risk a premature amputation. Your ill-advised urge to pull his tail is fleeting.
| PERSON eyes a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka speculatively, fingers twitching, but ultimately keeps her distance.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner
| You glide your hands down the gold yierka's neck and along his mottled flank, exploring the variations of texture and pattern while exerting a steady pressure to remind the beast that you are there and that you belong at his side. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into your rough caress.
| PERSON glides her hands down the gold yierka's neck and along his mottled flank, exerting steady pressure. The beast shifts his considerable weight and leans into the rough caress.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Owner, Mounted
| Leaning precariously forward, you rub your knuckles along the base of your gold yierka's skull where his head meets his neck.
| Leaning precariously forward, PERSON rubs her knuckles along the base of her gold yierka's skull where his head meets his neck.
|-
! scope="row"| RUB
! Non-Owner
| You reach out toward a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka to satisfy your curiosity about his mottled hide, but the wary beast perceives your approach and sidesteps away. Rounding on you, he emits a loud, rumbling hiss, and his jaw drops open to expose the serration of sharp teeth.
| PERSON reaches out toward a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, but the wary beast sidesteps away. Rounding on her, the gold yierka emits a loud, rumbling hiss, and his jaw drops open to expose the serration of sharp teeth.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Owner
| Reaching up, you scratch along the softer underside of the gold yierka's heavy jaw. He tilts his great head just a little, and a pale membrane slides over his slit-pupiled eye until only a sliver of orange remains.
| Reaching up, PERSON scratches along the softer underside of the gold yierka's heavy jaw. The beast tilts his great head just a little, and a pale membrane slides over his slit-pupiled eye until only a sliver of orange remains.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Owner, Mounted
| You reach down and scratch vigorously along your yierka's neck and shoulders, right at the boundary of where his leathery gold hide grows dark and thick. He slowly dips his head and stretches it forward in grudging approval of your attention.
| PERSON reaches down and scratches vigorously along her yierka's neck and shoulders, right at the boundary of where the leathery gold hide grows dark and thick. The beast slowly dips his head and stretches it forward in what appears to be grudging approval of the attention.
|-
! scope="row"| SCRATCH
! Non-Owner
| You curl your fingers in a scratching motion at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, showing him your teeth. The beast stares at you for a moment, then reciprocates, raising one great foreleg and flexing his sharp claws while baring a wide array of pointed teeth in your direction. The gold yierka may have won this round.
| PERSON curls her fingers in a scratching motion at a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka, showing him her teeth. The beast stares at her for a moment, then reciprocates, raising one great foreleg and flexing his sharp claws while baring a wide array of pointed teeth in PERSON's direction.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #1
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until you feel one eye begin to twitch and you are forced to blink.
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until PERSON's eye begins to twitch and she finally blinks.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #2
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until you mutually break it off and look away at the same time.
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until they mutually break it off and look away at the same time.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! All, Outcome #3
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, you lock eyes with him and do your best to stare him down. He steadily returns your gaze until he finally gives a teeth-baring yawn and turns away. Victory!
| Catching a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's attention, PERSON locks eyes with him and does her best to stare him down. The beast steadily returns her gaze until he finally gives a teeth-baring yawn and turns nonchalantly away from her.
|-
! scope="row"| STARE
! Owner, Mounted
| From your elevated perch astride your gold yierka, you fold your arms across your chest and stare steadily forward, chin raised with stoic pride.
| From her elevated perch astride her gold yierka, PERSON folds her arms across her chest and stares steadily forward, chin raised with stoic pride.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Owner
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. In an attempt to distract him, you move to stand in front of the beast and frantically wave your hands, eventually breaking his gaze. The yierka snorts loudly a few times, seemingly in protest of your distraction.
| Captivated by something in the distance, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. PERSON quickly moves in front of the beast and frantically waves her hands, eventually breaking his gaze. The yierka snorts loudly a few times, perhaps in protest of the distraction.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Owner, Mounted
| Noticing a bothersome insect buzzing around your a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's face, you reach forward with one hand while holding the silk-lined rope harness with the other and wave briskly in an attempt to exterminate the intruder. Apparently successful, as there is no further sign of the pest, you lean back and give your yierka a reassuring pat on his side.
| PERSON reaches as far forward as she can and waves her hand through the air around a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's head. After a few swats, she returns to her seated position and pats her yierka on his side.
|-
! scope="row"| WAVE
! Non-Owner
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit. In an attempt to distract him, you wave your hands frantically in front of his face, but all you can elicit from the beast is an indignant hiss. You're not sure what it means, but you don't want to find out, so you cease your distraction attempt.
| Captivated by something in the distance, the gold yierka narrows his fiery orange eyes and crouches down as if preparing to launch any moment into a full-on pursuit! In an attempt to distract him, PERSON waves her hands frantically in front of his face, who counters the action with an indignant hiss. PERSON ceases her attempt at distraction.
|-
|}

===Ambients===
The yierka has two "special" ambient messages. For one of them, it has a rare item drop for a piece of bait compatible with the [[fishing]] system. The yierka will occasionally dig up some sort of grub or insect, which it will sometimes spit out onto the ground.

As another of its random ambient messages, the yierka may change its hide color. This happens when the yierka is brought into a room with a different [[climate]] setting. The end color result is entirely random and is drawn from the list of [[/Available_features|lizard mount available features]]. The yierka will maintain this skin color, even after dismissing it and resummoning, until it is brought into a room with a different climate flag, where it may change to another random color on that list.

<pre{{log2}}>
Scratching at the ground with determination, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka sweeps his long tail back and forth in a measured cadence as his claws expose a large green tomato worm. After pulling it free with bared teeth, he munches on the morsel for several moments.

Hissing in disgust, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka spits the offending green tomato worm from his mouth and flicks it away with his clawed toes for good measure.

Sensing a rapid change in climate, the yierka shakes vigorously, his leathery hide slowly shifting from ochre to olivine.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka's eyelids droop as he appears to relax from the [HEAT SOURCE OBJECT]'s warmth.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka gives a sudden, explosive sneeze, his mottled sides heaving.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka grows restless, clawed toes flexing as he shifts from foot to foot.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka edges closer to an [HEAT SOURCE OBJECT], his mottled hide lightening somewhat as he basks in its warmth.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka rears back a step and tosses his head, his striated gold hide rippling and twitching for several moments before he settles.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka releases a low, rumbling hiss of warning and swivels his head to glare at a [RANDOM THING].

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka settles back on his muscular haunches with forelegs stiffened and head raised, warily surveying his surroundings.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka stares at PERSON fixedly for no apparent reason.

A sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka turns his wedge-shaped head and peers coldly at you with one fiery orange eye.

His attention caught on something nearby, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka stills, watchful and unmoving as a statue.

In response to a nearby sound, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka gives a loud, hissing snort.

Lunging abruptly, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka snaps at the air and narrowly misses you with his fearsome jaws.

The gold yierka's tail lashes back and forth in agitation.

Twisting in a sinuous motion, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka bends his long body nearly in half as he moves to investigate what might be behind.

With measured cadence, a sinewy gold fringe-toed yierka flicks out his long, forked tongue to taste the air.
</pre>

==Additional Information==

===Feeding Your Mount===

Feeding a mount is not mandatory, but it is a fun roleplaying option. Mounts will not eat anything that is not part of the basic food system OR a foraged item, but they all trap on specific nouns. Below is a list of nouns for each mount subtype in the equine category.

'''Lizards''' - crickets, grasshoppers, cockroaches, spiders, caterpillars, papaya, grape leaves, lettuce, worms, meat, leg, rat, rats, shank, mutton, strawberry, cactus flower, cactus, cactus-bloom, dandelion, berry, cantaloupe, and kale

==See Also==
* [[Yierka]] - Official Documentation
* Lizard mount [[/Available features|available features]]
* [[Mount System]]
* [[Rumor Woods]]
* [[Summoning item]]

==Resources==
*TBD
</td><td>
{{iteminfo
|type= Mechanical
|itemclass= Creature
|itemtype= Mounts
|alter= Yes
|ld= No
|releasevenue= Rumor Woods
|tiered= Yes
|corrscript= Summoning item
|restrictions= Mounts can only be altered at the [[RWShop:Ostler's Den|Ostler's Den]] at Rumor Woods. They '''CANNOT''' be altered at merchants or through [[Alteration scroll|Sadie scrolls]]. '''Rare''' mounts cannot be altered.
}}
{{itemverb
|verb= CLEAN
|verb2= GAZE
|verb3= HUG
|verb4= LEAN
|verb5= NUDGE
|verb6= PINCH
|verb7= POSE
|verb8= PULL
|verb9= RUB
|verb10= SCRATCH
|verb11= SNAP
|verb12= STARE
|verb13= THUMP
|verb14= TOUCH
|verb15= WAVE
|verb16= YELP
}}
</td></tr></table>
[[Category:Rumor Woods]]
[[Category:Mount System]]

A Q'hala's First Year (essay)

2022-06-06T02:52:58Z

INSPADES: updated with art commission as requested by Tabubu's player

{{creative-work | title = A Q'hala's First Year | type = essay | author-displayed = [[Tabubu (prime)]]}}
[[Category:Player Crafted Dhe'nar Lore]]
{{characterprofile
|name= Tabubu, the q'hala - as rendered by Elena Nedeleva
|image= [[Image:Tabubu_qhala.jpg]]
}}

<div style="text-align: center;"> '''
== Journal of Tabubu, The start of her path and q'halae training==
''' </div>

I can still hear her whisper upon my ear as we crouched down behind the dense foliage watching the newly raised warrior caste. Her tone hushed and demanding, "My girl...''my girl''...don’t lie to me. Tell me where did you sleep last night?" I did not bother to turn my head to face her. She knew, and the words really were not needed because she went on without pause. “What will you do when they discover what you have ''done''? Where will you go!?" All I know is - I can’t go back. The very thought caused me to shiver through and through.

== First Month of the Year 5120: ==

Arrived in a place known as [[Ta'Vaalor]] today. A good place to start, or so it is said by all the Warriors. The guards stopped me at the gate demanding I get papers if I planned on spending any length of time in the city. I can get them at the Town Hall. Since I was a new face, they will give me a little time to acquire such papers. Their eyes upon me spoke volumes despite the civil tongues they presented. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this and not facing the fate handed to me?

----

I have been searching for a slave since I got here with no avail. I see they are not surprised by my appearance and have witnessed a few First Born among the crowds.

I have settled in a bit and now seek the path of the Way. . . I keep my studies up, and focus my center core culling the nasties surrounding the area. Each day strengthens me and I can feel my self-Power growing. I am beginning to know who I am. If I could only find one damn decent slave to skin for me.

I have drawn the attention of another First Born at last. Our eyes met and he is silent. He seems to know so much yet wants nothing to do with anyone else unless he truly must. I cannot make my eyes meet his again. Not yet, I need to become stronger. More Powerful. I will know when it is time. His name is Telare.

----

Word has finally reached the right ears, finally. I have started to believe that this was going to be my forever punishment for leaving the comforts of [[Eh'lah]]. Just mentioning that I was seeking a slave has put more than one resident of Ta’Vaalor up in arms. They are horrified by this idea. But no matter, luck has blessed my Way this day. I am purchasing an [[Iyo]] from the jungles of [[Mist Harbor]]. The shaman I am purchasing him from swears that he can skin, just doesn’t build well and has become to lazy for the hard work they require of their own. I will beat it out of him, this Iyo will be serving tea and skinning with great honor by the time I have finished with him.

----

Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the sound of the world echoes upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, play a few games of minis and mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.

----

The Iyo slave has proven difficult but as the time draws near he will have to do. Did I mention that I applied for the Library position on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]]? Knowledge is Power, a place of knowledge. This must be what my path is meant to take; THE WAY, it must be meant to be this. The interview is in a few days, I will have to work diligently upon the back of that lazy Iyo. He often escapes but is never hard to find when it comes to meal time. Thumping him only echoes a hollow sound from within that thick skull of his. But all will be forgiven if he can complete this one time successfully. I wonder if it is possible to return the Iyo for a different one.

----

Today was the interview. The Iyo served the tea, barely. The questions asked were dull. This might not be the way for me after all. I did not feel satisfaction at the end of any of it. Just empty and wanting for more. I failed myself. This was a setback; not even the proper teaching to the Iyo would bring me pleasure. I will find solace in the arms of battle. Up close and personal so I can break everything and anything I touch

----

Time passes. Day comes, blood flows, and the sound of the world echo’s upon the winds of time and we move on. Come for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I continue to mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.

== Fifth month of the year 5120: ==

''The entry into the book this time is written with a hard pressed quill tip, the words seem to mark the paper with pressure and scratched in words more than ink.''

The Iyo ran away, I do not even care. Good riddance. I could not afford to feed the little bugger anymore. He just ate and ate and grew rounder and rounder. It took a stick to make him realize his free meals where done with, I should of just fed him to Qitha. (Qitha being Tolbort's cat.)
I admit it, My temper has been foul even compared to wild Krolvins.

But To add fuel to today’s flames, an elf dragged one of the First Born from [[Ta'Illistim]] to "fetch" me. To. . . TO FETCH ME? I lost control and snapped at her for such traitorous notions. Who was ''she'' to send someone to fetch for me, and then when the others I sit with in the Courts of Vaalor saw who she brought; a roar raged in my ears. [[Talinvor]]. If it had not been the situation as such, I might of paid more attention to the Dhe’nar before me. How dare they speak so of one of the First Born. What did these pakras understand of our culture? Even worse who was this elf to do this. I will rip off her head and spit down her neck the first chance I get.

== Sixth month of the year 5120: ==

Fun and games in the Courtyard in Vaalor has changed. It is becoming more and more apparent now that my being of the Pure Blood and my beliefs are not exactly ''tolerated''. As my strength grows and they bear witness to my growing in strength and Power, I believe they start to fear me. You can see it in how they act towards me, the glances from the corner of their eyes. The hushed murmurs and ignoring of my words when spoken out. It is becoming clearer and clearer it is time for me to move on. Time to see if there are other Dhe'nar about I can attempt to make bonds with.

----

A festival came through. Lo and behold, I now have a better means of travel. I purchased a tortoise. He is beautiful to behold, the greenest of shells to make the jungles of Eh'lah envious. The delicate bells I put upon his harness tinkle so lightly they make a soft music. I have never been good at naming my pets. Slaves have always gotten to keep their names due to my lack of desire to do such. To make a long story short, I let the old human, Torbot name him. ''Soup''. It amused me and seems fitting. That shell would make the most excellent cook pot if worse ever comes to worse. Not that it would. I already have grown attached to the large beast.

== Seventh month of the year 5120: ==

I have managed to cross paths with the Dhe’nar, Talinvor once more. This time I paid attention. He is a bard and of the [[Obsidian Tower]], a place where other First Born and the [[Khanshael]] are family. A place of unity. I move forward on my path a few steps again it seems. The urgency of finding MY Way starts to itch my soul once more. I will join them for a hunt, it has all been arranged.

----

Hunts have gone extremely well. I fight among those much more powerful then I. Including the Ta'la'hai Avaia. They let me learn and fight with them without letting me die and without coddling. I have killed a beast 70 times more skilled then I this day! I have found the rush of life thrumming through my veins once more. I want to become part of the Tower. Just when I have thought my way was to be lost, it seems to have given me a direction to go once more.

== Eighth month of the year 5120: ==

*I come to the Tower this evening to petition for my induction and becoming united with those within.
*I come in honor and I walk in power this very moment that I stand before them, willing to prove myself to one and all within the Tower.
*I come to show that I have chosen this as my Way.

It is taught to us from historians and scholars, that in order to find ones Way, you need someone who has already walked their path and found their Way. Only can one hope to truly learn from such a person as all of them. To have the aid and instruction with the proper knowledge and feel this is what was needed to strengthen in my power.

Thus, my path has led me here, and I seek to join the family of the Tower. I offer my life to all within, to defend the family with my dying breath and beyond if possible or needed.

''Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta.''
Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.

----

Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind whisper to every ear it caresses. “It is time. Time for the Obsidian Tower to Rise again." I cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and I mock the pakras in good humor. Well humor for me at least. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.

----

I was granted permission to be q’hala and assigned to Talinvor to be my mis’ri.
I am apprehensive because he has also just recently acquired a shira’qa. Feels like history repeating itself before I even get started. Should I be alluring as Priestess are in the Temple? Should I use the skills I have only witnessed to ensure proper teaching this time? Time will tell. I will work at proper etiquette and do my best and watch wearily. The Lorekeeper has a reputation that makes me nervous.

== Ninth month of the year 5120: ==

Fate is a fickle mistress it is said. I met a woman by the name of Mistress Hepit. She worked art as if it was a caress of life upon the skin of many. I sensed she did not like to touch anyone at the same time it was the price to pay for her wonderful works of art. So it was worth it to her. The piece of art moved me so, that I have taken up this passion with her. Upon my second crossing of her path it was agreed I would become her apprentice, but only after I finished q’hala training. The path to the Way has shown me a junction. I will stay true to the path I am on. Then look for this way once more.

----

(Scribbled in a quick hand:)<br>
''Mis’ri Talinvor does love to hear the sound of his own voice. My tongue lacks the finesse for the ancient tongue and it grates on him. That is visible upon his face, regardless how he lounges upon the sofa in the tea parlor. I should jot down a few notes here.''

Professions was one of the first things I learned:

*wizard = kris'a flach (blade of power. lit. "power blade")
*sorcerer = misri me'thor (master of pain)
*empath = ni su me'thor (stealer of pain)
*cleric/priest = lo'mah (f)/lo'mai (m) (lit. priestess/priest)
*bard = misri su'gnosa (master of knowledge)
*ranger = ni su khadesh (stealer of shadows)
*rogue = khadesh'a flach (blade of shadow. lit. "shadow blade")
*warrior = liastha'a (warrior!)

Written separately from the rest:

Monk = Nuja’Tah Fighter spiritualist

----

Part of my tasks will be to perform a Telling to reveal my background and how I came here. Then to apply discourse to my caste and finally my profession.

----

(Scribbled in a quick hand again:)

''Lessons of symbols, and thrones. I wrote an in-depth paper on this, please refer to that for the entirety of the lesson. Quick notes however are:''

(Currently)
:The throne of Balance is made of Glaes, and currently held by Libri Eoghain
:The Throne of Warlod is made of Rolaren, and currently held by Ta'krak'th Xeta
:The Throne of the Essence is made of Onyx, and currently held by Ta'a'flach [[Archious|Archious]]
:The Throne of Emmisary is made of Black Ora and was last held by our current Ta’la’hai Avaia.
:The Throne of our Ta’la’hai, may she remain forever, is the Obsidian Chair and representing the Highlord.

And as days pass the worst of worst more language lessons. My tongue still grates against mher Mis'ri

----

It is at this point that I have learned that mher Mis'ri Talinvor will be reading this journal and I should be keeping record of our Lessons and thoughts regarding them. What is written is written.

----

Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the winds laughter echoing outwards. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.

----

Ta’stry’noi Archious graced my lessons this day. I am unsure if it was to ensure my studies were going well or if he had high hopes that I was going to be given to him for experiments. He did offer wise words.
''Know thy enemy and their weakness.''

----

(Scribbled notes in haste:)
:Power is Everything
:Emotion betrays truth
:Truth is knowledge
:Knowledge is Power
:Power creates Magic
:Magic creates Truth
:Truth is Knowledge
:Knowledge is Power
:Power is Everything

== Tenth month of the year 5120: ==

Shield expedition, too much to write and note of. I am cleaning off debris and one of the first to hold, in honor, a shield found possibly from a time long before me. In the time of [[Despana]] and the great battle itself. [[Rhoska-tor]] the location of [[Maelshyve]], and where the Dhe'nar lived for eons before moving to [[Sharath]].

(OOC note: The following is the loresong created/presented by the group for a shield found under the guidance of the Ta'Illistim curator, [[Zenlynn Veythorne Illistim]].)

{| class="wikitable" style="background-color:#eee;" cellpadding="25" cellspacing="25"
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''The bellows sound in the caverns deep below the earth like the roars of the Drakes of auld. The pound of hammers upon metal, staccato in its sharp pulse sounds like the beating heart of some great demon trapped by the rocks of Rhoska-Tor. The coppery scent of blood rises from the trough used to quench the heat of the forging and diamond used to etch my name in between the polished leather straps made from the hide of our elven enemy. The dark sculpture of my creation gleams in the dim orange glow. “Morna” is my name, and I am a bulwark made to serve the army of the undead queen.''

''A desiccated hand lifts me, and turning from the eyeless rows of soldiers ready to give their unlife in service, presents me to another. I feel the sudden warmth of life as a new hand grips me. I feel the beating heart of a human who turns to face his living brethren kneeling before him in deference. I sense an uneasiness from my new master, and despite his words of assurance to his people that they will be free of the yoke of the elves, I wonder if he will soon become one of the eyeless soldiers standing behind him.''

''The thrum of marching drowns out all sound, a small contingent of the living surrounded by legions of the dead. The looming shadow of black Maelshyve stands ominous behind, watching silently for the barren plains to be breached by the enemy. How long they waited, could not be known, for the forges of the keep made dark clouds so thick that they blotted out the light. My master did not light a torch, for the dead legions surrounding us do not need light to see - and it would be foolish to stand like a beacon for the enemy.''

''The sound of a horn echoes across the blasted plains and then another and another rise up in challenge to the reign of chaos that has consumed the world. The thunder of armor-shod feet and the battle cries of those foolish enough to challenge death itself enter the fields as a wave. The human that holds me bellows commands to his company - standing fast against his enemy - his heartbeat quickens, not with fear - but with determination and the bitterness of hate. Around him, the legions of the dead remain silent, the only sounds are the clash of weapons and the screams of the living.''

''The clash of battle is finally upon us, as the axe of a dwarf is blocked and I am swung around to slice his throat with my sharp edge. An elven bowman is bashed from a charge, his face a ruin of flesh and blood and bone. The grey ash of the forges falls upon us like desolate snow, the wreckage of death a colorful tapestry upon the pale canvas.''

''The bodies twitch, then slowly contort as they rise again to their feet, shambling toward a desiccated creature which stands as taller than any elf and possessing a crown of bones. The creature’s eyes blaze with an ominous red hue captured within dark sockets of its skull. The crackle of bone and magic add to the cacophony of the banshees’ wails and the blood curdling screams of those that die painfully in their wake.

''The human that wields me, falters. Visions of death and the rise of unlife surround us. A beating heart in the middle of all this, the palpable sense of fear bubbling up that even I can feel such dread. This will not do. I am a bulwark to the dark fortress and will serve still after this human is absorbed into the legion.''

''The battle ebbs and flows like the tide, the legions pressed back toward the black walls and then surge forward as the fallen rise again to turn against their own. The dull monotone of uttered magic is heard echoing against the sky and in an instant the sky cracks open in flame as horrors from other valences pour forth. These creatures rend flesh from bone and scorch the ground where they walk. The human’s heart race and I taste his fear.''

''The creatures push against the sea of dead aside and begin to tear at the walls of Maelshyve itself. An unending wave continues to escape through more and more tears in the veil. Something gives chase to us, and I feel heat like the forge gaining as the human runs in fear. A single misstep sends the human tumbling. He rolls to place me over him, as a claw rending into the metal. The human is too slow, and the creature’s other claw tears a gash in his throat. ''

''I feel the life quickly drain from the human beneath me, but then suddenly grow cold. His dead hand takes hold, and rises to again join the legion. As he shuffles forward, an explosion rips past and I am overtaken by nothing.'' </span>
|}

----

Weather has gotten considerably colder than I am used to. But Lessons are Lessons.

''Braids''<br>
*A Warriors single braid <br>
This purpose is to keep the hair out of their way. But also keeps it from being easily grabbed by an enemy. The length of the braid is representative of the Warrior's prowess in battle. For if an enemy does grab it, they can easily slice it off in a single cut.
*Warlock is 2
*Temple is 3
*Council is 5 - know your council "Ta'la'hai, Ta'a'flach, Ta'lo'mah, Ta'krak'th, Ku'utare.
*Highlord is 7

This was followed by another lengthy Lesson of the Ancient Tongue. Notes include:

''Times of day:''
:Dawn - sh'soci'q
:Morning - um'ni
:Noon - ta'soci'q
:Afternoon - she'ri
:Dusk - ku'soci'q
:Evening - sh'rein
:Midnight- shon'shtar'rein

----

Victory before Pride, While one can haste a strike with a weapon, it leaves them vulnerable if they miss the timing. But there is a better way, in the case of a bard a stunning shout instead - which allows them to keep up defenses, and in some situations that is the better option.
Always remember - ''Victory before pride. And a victory is given to those that are not dead.''

I wonder at what cost is a Victory a Victory if you're not proud of what you did?

----

There are THREE forms of power.
:There is the power of KNOWLEDGE. This is learning and studying information. This is the strongest point of the Temple caste. <br>
:The second is MANIPULATION. This is the ability to convince and redirect others to accomplish something. This is the specialty of the Warlock Caste <br>
:The power of WILL.. or Force of Will is the ability to lead, inspire or even intimidate. This is expected and required for the Warrior Caste. <br>

(''notes are reiterated again below:'')<br>
Power of Knowledge is the specialty of Temple Caste | Power of Manipulation is the specialty of Warlock Caste |Power of Will is the specialty of Warrior Caste

----

The points of reflection on the path of The Way <br>
Aka: The Way Notes & Manifesto
''' ''Family, Survival, Self-Perfection, Opinion, Power, Honor, Unity, Family'' '''

----

Today’s lessons were the depth understanding of the tenants we live by is given to us by Noi'sho'rah and Tah'lad's example. Very in-depth as always, <s>just like back in Eh’lah listening to them drone on and on.</s>

1. Don’t limit yourself to the static of philosophies of religion and idealism. I know this from the day I knew my name. Learn from the Akrati, do not emulate them
2. There is no good or evil, only Right or Wrong.
3. Recognize the strength and purpose in others. Everyone has a use, or can be used as a tool in some way.
4. Achieve harmony within ourselves by challenging both mind and body. Balance, it’s all about Balance.
5. We do not let ourselves to be controlled by the tools of emotions. This is the toughest one for me. Punishments have been applied more than once in aiding me to learn this lesson.
6. Do not hold pride over victory. . . . We are a people of unity.
7. Do not tolerate weakness. This is obvious. Excuses are only good for those who make them.
8. We do not allow living any born or yet unborn of Dhe’nar that is not pure. Such couplings that result in tainted offspring weaken our bloodline. Any that disregard this law betrays the Family and forfeits the privilege of being Dhe’nar. . . again I have known this since the first breath I took.
9. All those who have Lost their way, can find it again. They can return to us if they choose the path of enlightenment. It’s never too late; I will help lead them if possible.
10. Knowledge above all things. Knowledge truly is power

----

FAENDRYL VS DHE’NAR

Similarities: Certainty of superiority, desire for power in various forms, disliked by other cultures

Differences: View of place in the world, afterlife, interactions with other cultures

Faendryl want power now, for personal gain and will backstab their own to get it. It's reactive power goals, and not always based in real skill or ability.

Dhe'nar want to earn power in an afterlife, so they seek perfection in themselves and in their race. They are proactive in that aim, via bloodlines, castes and tests so everything earned is respected and obtained on merit. Dhe'nar are thinking toward elevating their entire population, not just individuals.

== Eleventh month of the year 5120: ==

Honor seems to be todays focus.

A discussion regarding honor seem to spread throughout the halls of the Tower this evening.
There seem to be a few perspectives to it. The whole thing revealed to me that honor to one is not always the honor of another. An honor for a shira’qa is to serve her Mis’ri. But the Honor of the Family is a code of conduct of unity. It is the roots of our tree . . . it is Dignity and Respect .

Personal honor is determined internally by one’s own commitment to life. Some say this is predetermined ethics. My intentions and my actions determine my honor, not the thoughts of others. I know right from wrong. However, It is not always black and white. So I will have to do the best that I can and live a life of honor that holds truth and purity of intentions.

----

Today the Ta’la’hai Avaia showed me a tome.

It was an amethyst-set rolaren tome: ''A wide circle was carved from the engraved black rolaren in the center of the cover, and that space is filled by dark-hued amethysts that combine with obsidian to form the Dhe'nar crest. The rolaren, obsidian, and amethyst had been joined together so skillfully that the crest is as flat as a mirror, with no cracks or ridges between pieces. Lettering on the first page could be dimly seen through the translucent crest, though the amethyst and obsidian cast too many shadows for it to be legible.''

Power is everything.<br>
A tear. A rock. The air we breathe. The cry of a broken heart and the scream of a young sylph finding release in death. There is untapped, innate power in all that is around us. One need only to hold the key to unlock the great potential in the world in order to fully understand what it is to be power itself.

One need only to tap into this vast reserve to achieve the unthinkable, the unimaginable . . . the unexplainable acts of greatness that shape and define the world, or tear all that is known down around its inhabitants.

----

It is founded within the castes –

Temple caste focus on internal, how to empower the people through the Way and through the bloodline. Spiritual development.

Warlock focuses on how to control - how to gain power from the world around them and manipulate it to serve their own purpose.

Warrior protects the people, and do not have lofty ambitions beyond their prowess and honor in battle.

I have lofty ambitions and believe in the First Born's blood line.

----

I was sent to Ta'a'flach Archious for a task and to ask about his caste. I do not believe he has time for the likes of me, being q’hala but I also know he believes in my strength and knows I will not be q'hala forever. He managed to pull away from his books and look at me, even if it was just for a moment. But in that moment, I could see in his eyes, I was as something other than a possible subject for his experiments. His task for me was to answer the question about the Essence of the magical flows. He was busy and despite the answer being quick on my tongue so was the dismissal. With the time, I ended up giving it a great deal of thought and study to his question after all.

I had to understand what magic really is on its own. On its own it is nothing. It cannot create or destroy, despite how it may seem or look. It is basically the art of taking what is already there and bending and forming it like any other tool to serve its user

Magic, on its own, is nothing. Magic cannot create, and it does not destroy, despite appearances to the contrary. At its core, magic is the art of taking what is already there and bending and twisting it until it serves the function one would like. The Wizard does not create a flame any more than the act of striking a match does, it simply coalesces and frees the ambient flame in the area. Thus, the basis of magic is taking a desired pattern and coercing the local forces into it.

Transformation, self-control and focus. The will for it to be this way. Ta’a’flach Archious summarized it for me as he gave his approval. The flows of energy are what they are. They take the form imposed upon them by the caster's will.

----

Next I was sent to the Libri Eoghain to seek answers of what he believed with the Temple Caste.

Each time our paths cross I feel a kindred soul to him. His treatment was that of the community as in my youth. Empowered in the knowing of being one of the First Born.

He spoke of all the caste but struck home hardest with this comment. So much so, I am thinking of making sure I slip it into My telling. <br>
''"The Temple caste rules our entire society. We are the caste that has not only devoted ourselves to the practice of the Way, but also to its exploration on a physical and philosophical level. The Temple is the shining beacon around which our society revolves."''

----

Time passes. Day comes, blood flows and the winds ensure you can feel the coldness of its touch tickling every exposed piece of flesh it can find. Cross the Lake of Fear for spells, watch the Legionaries strut around and mourn the loss of good humor. Time passes well and my knowledge and strength grow.

Ta’la’hai Avaia sends me to find Mnar for lessons on the Warrior Caste.

== First month of the year 5121: ==

Keeping a journal is getting tougher for me, the weight of papers and they are always getting in the way of other things I must keep with me. I have stuffed it in the locker more than a few times and this has caused a lapse in keeping my writing up. But not so much that the important lessons are lost.

The question of “Have you always succeeded in seeing your plans to fruition?” was asked by the Ta’la’hai Avaia, may she always remain in Power. <br>
I didn’t reply correctly. This then became Mis’ri’s duty to show me why the answer was incorrect. The other q’hala Leshe was the smarter one when posed with the question too.

My answer was, "I do not think anyone’s plans always come to fruit, there is always a chance of failure." <br>
The Ta’la’hai said I lacked confidence. I have seen the error of the answer I gave, and what I have now come to understand.

The correct answer clarified by my Mis'ri is:
Eii, because I have learned how to adapt and survive. While my first plan may not play out how I liked, I will come up with an alternative, change it, and alter my goal. In the end I will still be sure to be victorious despite setbacks.

I have taken this lesson to heart, because it defines who we are as Dhe'nar. I was reminded that we do not give up, else we would not have survived. We adapt, we change and we evolve.

----

Time passes. Day comes, blood flows And in the distance you hear the wind howl as it races out across the lands seeking answers it can never hear. No more crossing the Lake of Fear for spells, but now stand in a room suffering the stench of unwashed bodies. Time passes slowly and my knowledge, strength and impatience grows.

== Second month of the year 5121: ==

Lessons have stopped. My Telling is at hand...<br>
A Q'hala must do the following tasks for the Telling:
* A presentation about oneself, and what brings me from Eh'lah.
* A presentation about the Warrior caste.
* A presentation about the monk profession.

----

Shortly after my telling, I was corrected on part of my telling regarding the Temple being the center of our society. I have seen the error of my ways and now know, All Castes are equally shared in the power, not just one. They work in unity.

== Final Entry, Tilamaires, day 16 of the month Fashanos in the year 5121 ==

Today is the day I turn my little blue leather journal over to Tah’lon Vorrith after the Great Hunt.

Whatever Happens, I would like him to finish the story for me and be proud of his q’hala.

With this journal I present him with the chrism trinket that I have worn around my neck hidden beneath my under robes next to the flesh. May it serve him as it has me. It is somewhat hard to look at but if he wears it close to his heart as I did, he will be fine. The end of my q’hala training is left for him to fill in.

:::signed,
::::::Tabubu ~
::::::::::::---,--}--‘—{(@

==Definitions (player created lore/language not otherwise specified)==

* q'halae = (plural). Student of The Way, Dhe'nar only. Generally treated less than a slave, in order to teach true humility so that they understand pride. Female is q'hala, male is q'hali.

*Warriors = in reference to the Warrior Caste of Dhe'nar. The four castes being Warlock, Temple, Warrior and Worker.

*First Born = The Dhe'nar, or 'dyari' in the native tongue. Dhe'nar are very pure blood oriented in their lineages, so they believe theirs to be untainted from the first elves.

*pakra = A heretic. Someone that does not follow The Way.

*The Way = the cultural philosophy of the Dhe'nar, that turned aside the political ambition and segregation of the elven Houses and seeks perfection in self improvement. It is an ideal that they will some day ascend above the Drakes as a people.

*Ta'la'hai = High Lord. This is the title of the highest ranking Dhe'nar of any organized population (ie. city or outpost). In this instance, Ta'la'hai here refers to the leader of the Obsidian Tower in [[Wehnimer's Landing]]. Ta'la'hah is the female version, though Avaia prefers the male title.

*Su'dhaa na-gnosa. Gnosa na kris-a. Kris na su'ta. = This is a portion of the 'Mantra of the Magi', taught to Warlock caste members though it is still important to all castes. Gnosa is the root word for knowledge, kris is the root word for power. (Everything is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is everything.)

*mis'ri = master. As students are (often) treated as less than a slave in their training, the same word is used for a teacher as it is for the master of a slave. Mis'ri is male, mis'ra is female.

*shira'qa = personal slave. They perform essential support for a prominent Dhe'nar.

*Lorekeeper = term used for a bard.

*mher = my

*Ta’stry’noi = new word for the position of Essence. Old term was Ta'a'flach, which was 'High Blade', pulled from the wizard term of kris a'flach. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.

*Libri = new word for the position of Balance. Old term was Ku'utare, which was 'Not crooked, or Not tainted'. Both terms are acceptable usage and vary depending on the generation of (Tower) Dhe'nar.

==See Also==
* [[Dhe'nar]]
* [http://obsidiantower.com The Obsidian Tower] Official Site of the CHE Organization [[Obsidian Tower]]

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INSPADES: Rendition of Tabubu, as q'hala by Elena (https://www.instagram.com/elena.nedeleva/) (https://www.reddit.com/user/ensba)

Rendition of Tabubu, as q'hala by Elena
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Title system

2022-05-16T03:45:09Z

INSPADES: added Keeper of the Secret

{{TOCright}}
The '''title system''' is the system that controls the use of prename, postname, and cultural identifiers. When looking at a character, the fields show up as follows:
<pre{{log2|margin-right=35%}}>
You see [prename] Mitch O'Saurus, the [postname].
He appears to be a [culture] [race].</pre>

To access a [[character]]'s title options, use the{{boldmono| [[TITLE (verb)]]}}.
== Prename Titles ==
The primary set of prename titles are attained by achieving certain characters [[level]]s in GemStone. In the past, only the [[Lord]] and [[Lady]] titles existed upon reaching level 20, and achieving this status, which was referred to as ''Titling'', was considered a significant accomplishment. Often, when a character ''titled'' an announcement would be made on the '[[Amunet]]' which was followed by many congratulations from fellow players, and at times celebration.

Present day GemStone finds a more expanded title system, but also a lessening of the importance associated with ''titling''.

{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Levels
! Title
|-
| 0-19
| Novice
|-
| 3-19
| Apprentice
|-
| 10-19
| Journeyman / Journeywoman
|-
| 20+
| Lord / Lady
|-
| 40+
| Great Lord / Great Lady
|-
| 70+
| High Lord / High Lady
|-
| 100
| Grand Lord / Grand Lady
|}

===CHE Officer Titles===
Officers of the [[Co-operative Houses of Elanthia]] are granted prename titles that match their position. Chairman, Treasurer, Secretary, Event Planner, Bartender and Arbiter are examples of such titles.

===Renowned===
Characters who had earned enough experience for level 160 in Gemstone III were bestowed the title of Renowned Lord or Renowned Lady in preparation of the Gemstone IV conversion that would make the character level 100 after the conversion. This title was only granted prior to the conversion taking place and is no longer able to be earned or bestowed to new characters post-conversion.

== Specially-granted Titles ==
Characters can sometimes be granted special prename and postname titles through participation in storylines, quests, and/or events. The different types of titles, as well as some of the existing titles are listed below.

=== Custom ===
'''Custom titles''' are personalized titles made up by a player for their character. They are sometimes available at [[festival]]s and [[pay event]]s and are a [[delayed service]].

=== Storyline ===
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Title
! Type
! Source
|-
| Sir || Prename || ?
|-
| Knight || Prename || ?
|-
| Dame || Prename || ?
|-
| Protector || Prename || ?
|-
| Historian || Postname || Hunt For History 2
|-
| Investigator || Postname || Hunt For History 2
|-
| Officer of the Golden Hawks || Postname || [[Griffin Sword War]]
|-
| Krolvinbane || Postname || rowspan="2" | [[War of Nations]]
|-
| Fortuneer || Postname
|-
| Defender of Wehnimer's Landing || Postname || [[Beyond the Arkati]]
|-
| Disciple of the Lich || Postname || [[All the Lich King's Men]]
|-
| Knight-Errant || Postname || rowspan="5" | [[Eyes of the Dawn]]
|-
| Patron of the Displaced || Postname
|-
| Scion of Shaundara || Postname
|-
| Deacon of the Church of Koar || Postname
|-
| Blood Reaver || Postname
|-
| Magister || Prename || [[Solhaven_Cataclysm_(storyline)|Cataclysm]], [[Eyes of the Dawn]]
|-
| Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor || Postname || rowspan="2" |[[Solhaven_Cataclysm_(storyline)|Cataclysm]]
|-
|Protector of Solhaven || Postname
|-
| Flockmaster || Prename || rowspan="2" | [[The_Nazhor_Chronicles|The Nazhor Chronicles]]
|-
| Defender of Mist Harbor || Prename
|-
| Seasonal Florist || Postname || [http://forums.play.net/forums/19/325/3260/view/676 #PlayApartTogether Flower Girl Quest]
|-
| Insightful || Postname || [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/GemStone%20IV%20Announcements/Important%20Announcements/thread/1919432 April 2020 RP Contest]
|-
| Hero Of Zul Lugoth || Postname || ?
|-
| Antiquarian || Postname || Artifacts of Maelshyve
|}

=== Crimson Legion ===
Any [[Vaalor]] elf with full citizenship in [[Ta'Vaalor]] has the opportunity to enlist in the [[Crimson Legion]] Reserves, the official army of Ta'Vaalor. Members of the Legion have access to a prename and a postname title, based on their current rank:
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Title
! Type
! Availability
|-
| Crimson Legion Reservist || Postname || All Reservists
|-
| Squire Legionnaire || Prename || Generally Available
|-
| Legionnaire || Prename || Upon [[Crimson_Legion#Applying_for_Promotion|promotion]] to Legionnaire
|-
| First Legionnaire || Prename || Upon promotion to First Legionnaire
|-
| High Legionnaire || Prename || Upon promotion to High Legionnaire
|-
|}

=== Palestra ===
Titles are granted to Wandering Palestra who have walked the [[Path to Palestra]] and successfully completed [[Palestra Trials 5116|Palestra Trials]] based on their rank awarded after the trials.
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Title
! Type
! Note
|-
| Palestra || Postname || Available to all Palestra
|-
| Paele || Prename || Lowest rank available<sup>1</sup>
|-
| Peltast || Prename || Outranks Paele
|-
| Sarissa || Prename || Outranks Peltast
|-
| Blade || Prename || Highest rank available
|}
:<small><sup>1</sup>Because titles are awarded based on a character's performance in the Palestra Trials, as of 5118, no player character actually has this title.</small>

=== Reim ===
Titles can be earned by reaching certain achievements in the [[Settlement of Reim]].

=== Open Sea Adventures ===
Sailing the high seas using the [[Open Sea Adventures]] system allows access to several titles.
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Title
! Type
! Availability
|-
| The Infamous || Prename || Achieve 250,000 notoriety on the seas.
|-
| Buccaneer || Prename || 100,000 pirate kills.
|-
| Seaward || Prename || Achieve Master rank in all OSA roles.
|-
| Commodore || Prename || Purchase 3 ships.
|-
| Admiral || Prename || Purchase 6 ships.
|-
| Salty Sea Dog || Postname || Sink 2,000 boats.
|-
| Tall Tale || Postname || Achieve a Reputation Rank of "Ally" in Kraken's Fall.
|-
| Boatswain || Postname || Master the Boatswain role.
|-
| Navigator || Postname || Master the Navigator role.
|-
| Captain || Postname || Master the Captain role.
|-
| Swashbuckler || Postname || Master the Swashbuckler role.
|-
| Cannoneer || Postname || Master the Cannoneer role.
|-
|}

=== SimuCoin Private Properties ===
Purchasers of [[SimuCoin private property|SimuCoin private properties]] will receive a property-related custom postname title (e.g. Master of Kobold Woods Manor).

=== Temporary ===
Events (often paid quests) can grant a temporary prename title. The circumstances vary based on event. Temporary titles will only last until the character logs out.

=== [[Duskruin]] ===
{{#section:Category:Duskruin|drtitles}}

=== Rumor Woods ===
[[Rumor Woods]] is an expansion to [[Summit Academy]] where you enter the jousting competition or the fox hunt to earn [[raikhen]] to spend on character customizations and [[mount|mounts]].

{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible" style="font-size:95%"
! Title
! Type
! Requirement
|-
|Jouster || Prename || 100 joust entries
|-
|Horseman/woman || Prename || 500 joust entries
|-
|Dragoon || Prename || 2500 joust entries
|-
|Small Game Hunter/Huntress || Prename || 100 fox hunt entries
|-
|Chaser || Prename || 500 fox hunt entries
|-
|Hunter/Huntress || Prename || 2500 fox hunt entries
|-
|Wildlife Specialist || Prename || 10000 fox hunt entries
|-
|Vulpine Chaser || Prename || 50 foxes caught
|-
|Preservationist || Prename || 100 foxes caught
|-
|Plantswoman/Plantsman || Prename || 100 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Gardener || Prename || 500 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Consummate Gardener || Prename || 2500 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Horticulturist || Prename || 10000 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Pixie Seeker || Prename || 50 pixies caught
|-
|Phytologist || Prename || 100 pixies caught
|-
|Combatant of the Summit || Postname || 25 joust entries
|-
|Armiger of the Summit || Postname || 100 joust entries
|-
|Equine Specialist || Postname || 500 joust entries
|-
|Joust Master of the Summit || Postname || 2500 joust entries
|-
|Pundit of the Tourney || Postname || 5000 joust entries
|-
|Serpentine Knight || Postname || 500 joust serpent wins (exclusive to 2019 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Vermilion Knight || Postname || 500 joust phoenix wins (exclusive to 2019 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Virescent Knight || Postname || 500 joust tortoise wins (exclusive to 2020 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Niveous Knight || Postname || 500 joust coney wins (exclusive to 2020 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Squire of the Summit || Postname || 100 perfect joust wins
|-
|Banneret of the Summit || Postname || 500 perfect joust wins
|-
|Champion of the Summit || Postname || 1000 perfect joust wins
|-
|Victor of the Phoenix || Postname || 100 joust entries & won more phoenix than serpent entries (exclusive to 2019 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Defeated by the Phoenix || Postname || 100 joust entries & won more serpent than phoenix entries (exclusive to 2019 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Lictors of the Umber Creep || Postname || presumably 100 joust entries & won more toirtoise than coney entries (exclusive to 2020 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Defeated of the Umber Creep || Postname || presumably 100 joust entries & won more coney than tortoise entries (exclusive to 2020 Rumor Woods)
|-
|Animal Enthusiast of Rumor Woods || Postname || 25 fox hunt entries
|-
|Aspirant of Rumor Woods || Postname || 100 fox hunt entries
|-
|Hunter/Huntress of Rumor Woods || Postname || 500 fox hunt entries
|-
|Trapper of Rumor Woods || Postname || 1000 fox hunt entries
|-
|Pursuer of Rumor Woods || Postname || 2500 fox hunt entries
|-
|Aficionado of The Hunt || Postname || 5000 fox hunt entries
|-
|Flora Enthusiast || Postname || 25 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Aspirant of Rumor Woods || Postname || 100 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Cultivator of Rumor Woods || Postname || 500 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Florist of Rumor Woods || Postname || 1000 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Botanist of Rumor Woods || Postname || 2500 pixie hunt entries
|-
|Flora Aficionado || Postname || 5000 pixie hunt entries
|}

=== Simucon ===
Over the years, a unique title has been offered as a reward for attending or helping to fund Simucon. Those titles are listed here.

{| class="wikitable"
! Name
! Type
! Requirements
|-
| Reveler || Postname || SimuCon 2007 Attendance
|-
| Merrymaker || Postname || SimuCon 2014 Goodie Bag
|-
| Carouser || Postname || SimuCon 2015 Goodie Bag
|-
| Rabblerouser || Postname || SimuCon 2016 Goodie Bag
|-
| Roisterer || Postname || SimuCon 2017 Goodie Bag
|-
| Hellion || Postname || SimuCon 2018 Attendee Goodie Bag
|-
| Nuisance || Postname || SimuCon 2019 Attendee Goodie Bag
|}

=== Fishing ===
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Title
! Type
! Requirement
|-
| Fisher || Prename ||
|-
| Master Fisher || Prename ||
|-
| Grandmaster Fisher || Prename ||
|-
| Fisherman || Postname || 1 fish caught
|-
| Fisherwoman || Postname || 1 fish caught
|-
| Angler || Postname ||
|-
| Master Angler || Postname ||
|-
| Trophy Fisher of Elanthia || Postname ||
|-
| Legendary Trophy Fisher of Elanthia || Postname ||
|}

=== Painting ===

A unique title is available upon mastering the painting skill associated with an [[Artist's Easel]] of any tier level.

{| {{prettytable}}
|-
! Title
! Type
! Requirement
|-
| Master Painter || Postname || master painting with an [[Artist's Easel]]
|}

== Postname Titles ==
=== Profession Titles ===
Like prename titles, profession titles are also attained after reaching specific levels.
{| {{prettytable|font-size:95%}}
|-style = "background:#DDD; color: black"
!Level
![[Bard]]
![[Cleric]]
![[Empath]]
![[Monk]]
![[Paladin]]
!Level
![[Ranger]]
![[Rogue]]
![[Sorcerer]]
![[Warrior]]
![[Wizard]]
|-
|0
|Bard<br>Bardess
|Cleric
|Empath
|Monk
|Paladin
|0
|Ranger
|Rogue
|Sorcerer<br>Sorceress
|Warrior
|Wizard
|-
|0
|Poet<br>Poetess
|Brother<br>Sister
|Mender
|Monastic Acolyte
|Innocent
|0
|Forester
|Grifter
|Hexer
|Fighter
|Conjurer
|-
|0
|Busker
|Pilgrim
|Pacifist
|Ascetic Monk
|Page
|0
|Rover
|Footpad
|Beguiler
|Cadet
|Prestidigitator
|-
|5
|Thespian
|Acolyte
|Consoler
|Monastic Brother<br>Sister
|Temple Guard
|5
|Explorer
|Hoodlum
|Defiler
|Guard
|Boltwielder
|-
|10
|Skald
|Deacon
|Healer
|Gyrovague
|Exemplar
|10
|Tracker
|Bandit
|Disruptor
|Raider
|Spellbinder
|-
|15
|Storyteller
|Pastor
|Caretaker
|Cenobite
|Challenger
|15
|Woodsman<br>Woodswoman
|Smuggler
|Dissembler
|Militiaman
|Evoker
|-
|20
|Gleeman<br>Gleewoman
|Curate
|Nurse
|Hesychast
|Vindicator
|20
|Frontiersman<br>Frontierswoman
|Brigand
|Harrower
|Soldier
|Hedgewizard
|-
|25
|Jongleur
|Preacher
|Bloodletter
|Eremite
|Holy Warrior
|25
|Pioneer
|Highwayman
|Deceiver
|Myrmidon
|Battle Mage
|-
|30
|Rhymester
|Confessor
|Palliator
|Monastic Adept
|Arbiter
|30
|Watcher
|Purloiner
|Ruiner
|Man-at-Arms<br>Amazon
|Invoker
|-
|35
|Loresinger
|Churchwarden
|Faith Healer
|Anchorite<br>Anchoress
|Avenger
|35
|Wayfarer
|Sapper
|Maledictor
|Gladiator
|Magician
|-
|40
|Balladeer
|Priest<br>Priestess
|Meliorator
|Monastic Master of the First Circle
|Templar
|40
|Guide
|Knave
|Soulslayer
|Ravager
|Mage
|-
|45
|Master Poet
|Prior<br>Prioress
|Rejuvenator
|Monastic Master of the Second Circle
|Wrathbringer
|45
|Voyager
|Renegade
|Doomsayer
|Warmonger
|Magus
|-
|50
|Minstrel
|Abbot<br>Abbess
|Chirurgeon
|Monastic Master of the Third Circle
|Justicar
|50
|Forestwalker
|Outlaw
|Apostate
|Warbringer
|War Mage
|-
|55
|Troubadour
|Prelate
|Curer
|Monastic Master of the Fourth Circle
|Vanquisher
|55
|Woodsmaster<br>Woodsmistress
|Freelancer
|Corruptor
|Destroyer
|Thaumaturge
|-
|60
|Master Storyteller
|Archpriest
|Solacebringer
|Monastic Master of the Fifth Circle
|Dreadnaught
|60
|Grove Protector
|Scoundrel
|Cabalist
|Battlemaster
|Adept
|-
|65
|Loremaster<br>Loremistress
|High Priest
|Martyr
|Monastic Master of the Sixth Circle
|Preceptor
|65
|Huntmaster<br>Huntmistress
|Enforcer
|Obliterator
|Warlord
|Archwizard
|-
|70
|Bard Laureate
|Patriarch<br>Matriarch
|Master Healer
|Grandmaster of the Ancient Way
|Paragon
|70
|Forest Warden
|Master Rogue
|Warlock<br>Witch
|Champion
|Archmage
|}

=== Adventurer's Guild Titles ===
Like profession titles, the titles awared through the Adventurer's Guild are postname titles. Unlike profession titles, Adventurer's Guild titles are earned based on the number of specific tasks completed or based on how many [[bounty point]]s a character earns. Failures count against the total. For example, someone with 500 escorts completed, but 15 failed, will have to complete 15 more escorts successfully before attaining the Bodyguard title.

{| {{prettytable}}
|+ <b>General Titles </b>
!10,000 bounty points||100,000 points||1,000,000 points
|-
|Adventurer|| Quester ||Campaign Leader
|-
|Fortune Seeker||Expeditionary||Epic Adventurer
|}
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
!Task||20 tasks||100 tasks||500 tasks
|-
|'''Creature task'''
|Gamesman<br>Gameswoman||Bounty Hunter||Slayer
|-
|'''Heirloom retrieval'''
|Scavenger||Treasure Hunter||Artifact Collector
|-
|'''Skin collecting'''
|Trapper||Fur Trader||Trophy Hunter
|-
|'''Gem collecting'''
|Rock Collector||Prospector||Gem Trader
|-
|'''Herb collecting'''
|Forager|| Botanist ||Mediciner
|-
|'''Escort NPC'''
|Travel Guide||Conveyor||Bodyguard
|-
|'''Rescue NPC'''
|Rescuer||Liberator||Hero / Heroine
|}
{{top}}

=== Artisan Skill Titles ===
Completing various [[Artisan skill]] tasks will earn you different artisan skill titles.

{| {{prettytable}}
!Title
!Artisan Type
!Artisan Skill
|-
| Master Cobbler
|[[Cobbling]]
| 500 ranks of Cobbling
|-
|Master Fletcher
|[[Fletching]]
|500 Ranks of Fletching
|-
|Master Craftsman
|[[Forging]]
|500 Ranks of Crafting
|-
|Master Blacksmith
|Forging
|500 Ranks of any weapon type
|-
|Master Forger
|Forging
|Master of any two weapon types.
|-
|Master Artisan
|Any
|1200 Total Ranks of Artisan Skills
|}
{{top}}

===Skill-based Titles===
Many skill-based postname titles are available. Generally, these are earned by training a skill or set of skills to a given level, but there are some exceptions. Skill-based titles are often limited by profession; even if an Empath trains the necessary 100 ranks of Brawling, he or she cannot have the title of Pit-Fighter.

==== Deity Titles ====
Given appropriate devotion, clerics and paladins can earn a postname title suffix "of <deity>". This suffix can be used with profession and skill-based titles, and is earned with 40 ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Religion]]. They are listed in the title system (and the table below) as "Cleric of" or "Paladin of". This must be enabled via SET ShowDeityTitle ON, not through an option on the {{boldmono| [[TITLE (verb)]]}}.

==== Table of Skill-based Titles ====
The table below shows skill-based titles and their known requirements. To sort it, click on one of the professions in the heading.
{|class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable}}
!style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px; font-size: larger"|Title
!style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px; font-size: larger"|Requirement
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Bard
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Cleric
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Empath
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Monk
!style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;"|Paladin
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Ranger
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Rogue
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Sorcerer
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Warrior
!width=35; style="background:lightgray; color:black; border:black;height:40px"|Wizard
|-
|Profiteer
|30 Ranks of [[Trading]]
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Trader
|60 Ranks of Trading
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Master Trader
|(100 Ranks of Trading is not enough)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Yegg
|30 Ranks of [[Picking Locks]]
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Lockpicker
|60 Ranks of Picking Locks
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Safecracker
|100 Ranks of Picking Locks
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Locksmith
|140 Ranks of Picking Locks
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Master Locksmith
|140 Ranks of Picking Locks and Master of [[Lock Mastery]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Rake
|30 Ranks of [[Two Weapon Combat]]
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Swashbuckler
|60 Ranks of Two Weapon Combat
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Gallant
|100 Ranks of Two Weapon Combat
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Wrestler
|30 ranks of [[Brawling]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Brawler
|60 ranks of Brawling
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Pit Fighter
|100 ranks of Brawling
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Duelist
|100 Ranks of a weapon skill + 2 Ranks of wspec
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Hurler
|20 ranks of [[Thrown Weapons]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Knife Thrower
|Thrown Weapons + Dagger Specialization
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Axe Hurler
|Thrown Weapons + Axe Specification
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Hammer Thrower
|Thrown Weapons + Hammer Specification
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Hunter
|30 Ranks of [[Ranged Weapons]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Archer
|40 Ranks of Ranged Weapons
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Crossbowman
|60 Ranks of Ranged Weapons
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Yeoman
|80 Ranks of Ranged Weapons
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sniper
|Ranged/thrown + ambush?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Marksman
|Ranged/thrown + ambush?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spearman
|1 Rank in [[Specialization|wspec1]] either [[Spear]] or [[Halberd]] base
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Pikeman
|2 Ranks in wspec Weapon?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Halberdier
|3 Ranks in wspec Weapon?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Lancer
|5 Ranks of Weapon Specialization with a Lance
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Fencer
|1 Rank of wspec with a one-handed edged weapon
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Knifeman
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Axeman
|2 Ranks of wspec with an (2-H) axe (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Swordsman
|Male with 2 Ranks of wspec with a one-handed edged weapon
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Swordswoman
|Female with 2 Ranks of wspec with a one-handed edged weapon
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sabreur
|3 Ranks of wspec with a one-handed edged weapon
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Blademaster
|5 ranks of wspec (?) including katana and katar
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Bludgeoner
|wspec blunt weapon (including blunt two-handers, 1 rank?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Crusher
|wspec blunt weapon (including blunt THW, 3 ranks?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Mauler
|wspec maul, 5 ranks (maybe other crushing weapons)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Weaponmaster
|3 Ranks each in wspec1, wspec2, wspec3
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Defender
|40 Ranks [[Shield Use]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Guardian
|80 Ranks Shield Use
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Shieldmaiden
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Protector
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Bulwark
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Thug
|20 ranks of Brawling and 10 ranks of [[Ambush]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Hiresword
|20 ranks of any weapon skill and 10 ranks of Ambush
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Mercenary
|40 ranks of any weapon skill and 20 ranks of Ambush
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Blackguard
|40 Ranks of any weapon skill + 20 Ranks stalking & hiding
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Buccaneer
|40 Ranks of any weapon skill + 20 Ranks of Two Weapon Combat
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Corsair
|80 Ranks of any weapon skill + 40 ranks of Two Weapon Combat
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Squire
|30 Ranks of [[Armor Use]] and 30 Ranks of any weapons skill
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Armiger
|60 Ranks of Armor Use and 60 Ranks of any weapons skill
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Cavalier
|100 Ranks of Armor Use and 100 Ranks of any weapons skill
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Barbarian
|30 Ranks of [[Survival]] and 30 Ranks of any weapons skill
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Reaver
|60 ranks of [[Physical Fitness]] + ?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Mountaineer
|50 Ranks of [[Climbing]]
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Survivalist
|50 Ranks of [[Survival]]
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Stalker
|30 Ranks of [[Ambush]]
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Waylayer
|60 Ranks of Ambush
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Cutthroat
|100 Ranks of Ambush
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Prowler
|25 Ranks of [[Stalking and Hiding]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Scout
|40 ranks of Stalking and Hiding
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spy
|more than 140 Ranks of Ambush (+ Stalking and Hiding?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Nightstalker
|80 ranks of Stalking and Hiding
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Shadowwalker
|120 ranks of Stalking and Hiding
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Predator
|Requires ambush (between 130 - 200 ranks [requires higher than 138 ranks in ambush] )
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Assassin
|200 ranks of ambush (maybe other skills too)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Cutpurse
|20 Ranks of [[Pickpocketing]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Pickpocket
|30 ranks of Pickpocketing
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Filcher
|40 ranks of Pickpocketing
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Thief
|60 ranks of Pickpocketing
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Fingersmith
|Pickpocketing
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Tumbler
|30 Ranks of [[Rogue Gambits]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Thief-Acrobat
|Rogue Gambits
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Master Thief-Acrobat
|Master of Rogue Gambits
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Battlerager
|Related to Warrior Guild Skills - 20 ranks of berserk
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Berserker
|Warrior guild - 40 ranks of Berserk
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Marauder
|Berserk Master?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Tactician
|40 ranks of Multi Opponent Combat (+ Melee Weapon skill?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|align=center|X
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6" align=center|X
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Re-Animator
|30 ranks of [[Sorcerous Lore, Necromancy]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Necromancer
|50 ranks of Sorcerous Lore, Necromancy (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Summoner
|30 ranks of [[Sorcerous Lore, Demonology]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Demonmaster
|50 ranks of Sorcerous Lore, Demonology
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Demonmistress
|50 ranks of Sorcerous Lore, Demonology
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sacrificer
|Sorcerer who has knowledge of the intricacies of [[Sacrifice]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Tormenter
|20 ranks of Sorcerous Lore, Demonology and/or (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Torturer
|20 ranks of Sorcerous Lore, Demonology and/or (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Enervator
|10 ranks of Sorcerous Lore, Demonology and/or (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Cursebringer
|Some combination of Sorcerous Lore
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Plaguebringer
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Pestilence
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Obfuscator
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Illusionist
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Shadowmancer
|Mastery of Illusions, guild skill
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Eradicator
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Obliterator
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spellweaver
|10 Total Spells Known
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Incanter
|40 Total Spells Known
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Incantress
|40 Total Spells Known
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Mystic
|80 Total Spells Known
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Arcanist
|120 Total Spells Known
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Alchemist
|30 Ranks in General [[Alchemy]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Master Alchemist
|Master General Alchemy
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Grandmaster Alchemist
|Master General Alchemy, Potions, and Trinkets
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Artificer
|30 Ranks in Alchemic Trinkets (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Master Artificer
|Master of Alchemic Trinkets
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Concoctor
|30 Ranks in Alchemic Potions (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Master Concoctor
|Master of Alchemic Potions
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Apothecary
|30 Ranks in Alchemic Potions (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Master Apothecary
|Masters of Alchemic Potions
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spiritcaller
|4 ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spiritweaver
|20 ranks of Spiritual Lore, Summoning
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spiritmaster
|40 ranks of Spiritual Lore, Summoning
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Witch Doctor
|10 Ranks Spiritual Lore, Summoning + 1 Rank of another Lore (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Dogmatist
|10 Ranks Each of Spiritual Lore Summoning, Blessings, and Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Theurgist
|20 Ranks Each of Spiritual Lore Summoning, Blessings, and Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Hierophant
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Life Giver
|Knowledge of [[Raise Dead (318)]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Resurrector
|40 Ranks of Cleric Base
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Intercessor
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Druid
|Cleric: Must worship a nature-based patron (Imaera/Kuon confirmed, others ?) + 40 Ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]] and 40 Ranks of [[Spiritual Mana Control]]<br>Ranger: 40 total combined ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]] and [[Spiritual Lore, Blessings]].
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Archdruid
|Cleric: Must worship a nature-based patron (Imaera/Kuon confirmed, others ?) + 80 Ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]] and 80 Ranks of [[Spiritual Mana Control]]<br>Ranger: 80 total combined ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Summoning]] and [[Spiritual Lore, Blessings]].
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Holy Crusader
|1 Rank of [[Cleric Base]] or [[Paladin Base]] with a Smite [[CONVERT (verb)|alignment]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Dark Crusader
|1 Rank of Cleric or Paladin Base with a Bane alignment
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Renouncer
|10 Ranks of Cleric Base or Paladin Base, forsaken
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Blasphemer
|20 Ranks of Cleric Base or Paladin Base, forsaken
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Heretic
|40 Ranks of Cleric Base or Paladin Base, unconverted or forsaken
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Zealot
|30 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Religion + aligned (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Repentant
|5 Ranks of each Spiritual Lore Religion and Blessings
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Penitent
|10 Ranks of each Spiritual Lore Religion and Blessings
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Proselyte
|4 Ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Religion]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Missionary
|20 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Faithbringer
|30 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Inquisitor
|40 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Cleric of (Deity)
|40 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Paladin of (Deity)
|40 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Religion
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Purifier
|4 Ranks of [[Spiritual Lore, Blessings]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sacristan
|20 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Blessings
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Redeemer
|40 Ranks of Spiritual Lore, Blessings
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2" align=center|X
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Martial Artist
|40 ranks [[brawling]] plus 1 rank grapple, punch or kick mastery
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Martial Arts Master
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grappler
|1 rank [[Grapple Mastery]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Iron Grip
|80 ranks [[Brawling]] + 3 ranks [[Grapple Mastery]]?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Kickboxer
|1 rank [[Kick Mastery]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Tornado
|80 ranks [[Brawling]] + 3 ranks [[Kick Mastery]]?
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Pugilist
|1 rank [[Punch Mastery]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Steel Fist
|80 ranks [[Brawling]] + 3 ranks [[Punch Mastery]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Wandering Mystic
|30 ranks of [[Brawling|brawling]] + 10 combined spell ranks ([[Minor Mental]] or [[Minor Spiritual]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Sun
|100 ranks Combat Maneuvers
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grandmaster of the Sun
|160 ranks Combat Maneuvers
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Red Moon
|100 ranks of brawling
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grandmaster of the Red Moon
|160 ranks brawling
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Shadow Moon
|25 ranks of Minor Mental
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grandmaster of the Shadow Moon
|40 ranks of Minor Mental
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Ivory Moon
|25 ranks of Minor Spirit
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grandmaster of the Ivory Moon
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Hidden Moon
|at least 15 ranks in each of Minor Spirit + Minor Mental
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grandmaster of the Hidden Moon
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Monastic Master of the Stars
|40 total spell ranks (any mix across both lists)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Grandmaster of the Stars
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Shaman
|10 Ranks each of Spiritual Lore, Blessings and Summoning
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Windtalker
|Knowledge of [[Whispering Willow (605)]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Naturalist
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sandstrider
|Based on [[Survival]] ranks. (41-42 have it)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Snowrunner
|50 ranks of [[Survival]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Gamekeeper
|Available with 30 [[Ranger Base]] ranks (Guess)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Beastmaster
|Available with 45 Ranger Base ranks
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Beastmistress
|Available to females with 45 Ranger Base ranks
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Desert Strider
|100 ranks of [[Survival]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Tundra Warden
|120 ranks of [[Survival]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Searcher
|10 ranks of [[Survival]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Trailsman
|20 ranks of Survival (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Pathfinder
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Trailblazer
|50 ranks of Survival
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0" align=center|X
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Harper
|10th rank [[Instrument learning| apprentice player]] of stringed instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Master Harpist
|Adept player of stringed instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Piper
|10th rank apprentice player of woodwind instruments (includes bagpipes.)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Flautist
|Adept player of woodwind instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Fingerpicker
|10th rank apprentice player of necked stringed instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Mandolinist
|Adept player of necked stringed instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Hornblower
|10th rank apprentice player of horn-type instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Trumpeter
|Adept player of horn-type instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Drummer
|10th rank apprentice player of percussion instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Percussionist
|Adept player of percussion instruments (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Musician
|
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Virtuoso
|
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Muse
|5 Ranks of [[Bard Base]] (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Songsmith
|10 Ranks of [[Bard Base]] (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Composer
|20 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Battlechanter
|25 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Raconteur
|30 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spellsinger
|40 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Herald
|50 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Songmaster
|60 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Songmistress
|60 Ranks of Bard Base
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Bladesinger
|25 Ranks of Bard Base + 80 Ranks of Edged Weapons
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Keeper of the Secret
|
|style="background:#D6CADD" align=center|X
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Woundtender
|Empath with 30 ranks of First Aid
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sustainer
|Empath with 60 ranks of first aid
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Physician
|Empath with 100 ranks of first aid
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Master Physician
|Empath with 200 ranks of first aid
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Phlebotomist
|Empath with both 10 ranks of [[Mental Lore, Transformation]] and 20 ranks of [[First Aid]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Medic
|Empath with both 20 ranks of [[Mental Lore, Transformation]] and 40 ranks of [[First Aid]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Woundmaster
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Woundmistress
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Panacea
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Butcher
|Empath with 20 ranks of [[Mental Lore, Manipulation]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Flayer
|Empath with 30 ranks of Mental Lore, Manipulation
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Scourge
|Empath with 40 ranks of Mental Lore, Manipulation
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Herbalist
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Herbmaster
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Herbmistress
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Sympath
|Empath with 20 ranks of [[Mental Lore, Telepathy]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Telepath
|Empath with 30 ranks of [[Mental Lore, Telepathy]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Master Telepath
|Empath with 60 ranks of [[Mental Lore, Telepathy]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Enchanter
|Wizard with access to [[Enchant Item (925)]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Enchantress
|Female Wizard with access to Enchant Item (925)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Stormcaller
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Fireweaver
|Wizard with 10 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Fire]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Firestormer
|Wizard with 30 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Fire]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Pyromancer
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Mage of the Flame
|Wizard with 80 ranks of Elemental Lore, Fire
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Earthdelver
|Wizard with 10 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Earth]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Stonecaller
|Wizard with 30 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Earth]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Geomancer
|Wizard with 50 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Earth]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Mage of the Deep
|Wizard with 80 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Earth]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Rainmaker
|Wizard with 10 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Water]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Icebringer
|Wizard with 30 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Water]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Ice Mage
|Wizard with 50 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Water]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Mage of the Seas
|Wizard with 80 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Water]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Airweaver
|Wizard with 10 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Air]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Windcaller
|Wizard with 30 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Air]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Zephyr Mage
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Mage of the Winds
|Wizard with 80 ranks of [[Elemental Lore, Air]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Bolthurler
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Boltmaster
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Channeler
|24 Ranks in one Mana Control skill
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Ritualist
|?More than 36ranks, 44ranks or less
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Transmuter
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Runeworker
|40 ranks of [[Arcane Symbols]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Runemaster
|120 ranks of Arcane Symbols
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Initiate
|2 ranks [[Minor Spiritual]]
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Friar
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Disciple
|
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white" align=center|X
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral" align=center|X
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Elementalist
|40 Ranks of one Elemental Lore or 30 Ranks of a combination (?)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96"|
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb" align=center|X
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC" align=center|X
|-
|Mentalist
|35 ranks of Mental Lores (?) (Have with only 37 ranks)
|style="background:#D6CADD"|
|style="background:white"|
|style="background:#FDFD96" align=center|X
|style="background:lightcoral"|
|style="background:#E5E4E2"|
|style="background:#D0F0C0"|
|
|style="background:gray; color:#bbbbbb"|
|style="background:#BCD4E6"|
|style="background:#FFD1DC"|
|-
|Spiritualist
|40 Ranks of one Spiritual Lore or 10 Ranks each of all three (?)
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Talinvor (prime)

2022-05-10T23:53:04Z

INSPADES:

{{characterprofile
|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Talinvor is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* Shira'qa's Kiss (explicit innuendo content)

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
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|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
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== '''Vignettes''' ==
'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
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===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2139 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/12/2020 at 07:19 PM CST.''
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|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
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===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2165 official forums by INSPADES] on 01/17/2020 at 12:56 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2257 official forums by INSPADES] on 0/21/2020 at 10:40 PM CST.''
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2510 official forums by INSPADES] on 03/25/2021 at 07:49 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2525 official forums by INSPADES] on 04/06/2021 at 08:54 PM CST.''
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2743 official forums by INSPADES] on 05/10/2022 at 07:36 PM EST.''
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|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
|}

== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
:<br>
You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

<span style="color:green"> '''Commissions by Farwin at https://farwinart.carrd.co/'''</span>

Talinvor (prime)

2022-05-10T23:52:18Z

INSPADES: Added vignette

{{characterprofile
|name= Talinvor (Tah'lon Vorrith)
|image= [[Image:Talinvor_-_by_Divone_Lerade.jpg|thumb|As rendered by Divone Lerade]]
|caption=
|race= Dark Elf
|culture= Dhe'nar
|class= Loremaster
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= The Way
|affiliations= Officer of The [[Obsidian Tower]], Proprietor of [[Black Iron Chalice]], Member of [[Moonshine Manor]]
|word=
|disposition= Narcissic, perfectionist, artistic
|demeanor= sarcastic, easily amused, flirtatious
|ptrait=
|strait=
|flaw= what?
|strength= confident, high expectations for himself
|weakness= looks for challenges to thwart ennui, sometimes getting himself in awkward situations
|habits= drinking wine
|hobbies= writing prose, performances, teaching
|soft=
|likes= Bloodwine and bacon
|dislikes= toxic people, over-emotional displays, whining, [[Akenna]]'s tea kettle, [[Socius]]
|fears= failure
|loyalties= Surion, his twin
|friend= The closest currently he trusts are [[Debia]], [[Berkana]], [[Sweetsin]], [[Landrai]] and many he's encountered at [[Moonshine Manor]]
|spouse= what?
|loved= His Star of Sharath (unnamed) (deceased)
website: https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor
|instance= Prime
|town= Ta'Illistim
|town2= Mist Harbor
}}

'''Tah’lon Vorrith''', or otherwise known as '''''Talinvor''''', is a [[Dhe'nar]] [[bard]] and Lorekeeper of the noble Warlock Caste in his home city of [[Sharath]]. Named in honor of [[Tahlad]], he is a follower of [[The Way]], a faith that reveals that the Arkati were teachers, and like his forbear [[Noi'sho'rah]] – that all elves are welcome back into the fold. He currently resides in [[Ta'Illistim]], where once he was paying the coffee shop owner for the use of her couch. Due to the city's former dark elf restrictions, he was more often found sleeping under the stars or other clever places in the city where he could find lodging and how he learned to appreciate it's beauty. Only recently has the elven cities begun to open up to his kind and he believes he may be ''personally'' responsible for pushing the Argent Mirror, [[Myasara]] into taking more grounded action in this regard.

He is known more popularly by his stage name of Talinvor, which he claims is easier to pronounce for the elves. It is a portmanteau of his first name and his bloodline. He still spends most of his time in Ta'Illistim, where he had taken up a role as a delegate to the [[Argent Mirror]]'s court. In Koaratos 5119, he was recognized for his assistance in an alliance (see: [[Valley of Gold]]) between the Argent Mirror and the Tamzyrrian emperor, [[Aurmont Chandrennin Anodheles]] and awarded a blue ribboned blooming vaalin rose medal (see: [[Ta'Illistim Awards]]) in recognition of his efforts. While not particularly of a political nature, Talinvor recognizes the opportunity to continue to demonstrate his bardic talent and otherwise enlighten the elves to his faith. Other times, he can be found among the members of [[Moonshine Manor]] in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], or performing with The [[Black Iron Chalice]] in [[Solhaven]].

Talinvor is often critical of his own work, as most artists are and he complains quietly of not having the dedication and time for him to maintain his attention on his prose. As a bard, Talinvor's specialty is in matters of the heart – where the strongest strings can be cut or tied. Quite vain, he uses his charm and wit quite often. He usually attempts to see the bigger picture, and like chess – is always trying to determine who will win. He is typically bored easily with emotionally driven people, as they often put their faith in fickle things and stubbornly cling to their own skewed perceptions of the world.

== '''History''' ==
Born in Sharath, he doesn’t know his true year of birth as such things are not celebrated by his people. He is a blood twin to Surion, a Duk’sa of the Warrior Caste. (see Origins:[https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/origins-tale-of-the-twins]) In demeanor, they are complete opposites. While Talinvor enjoys attention, revels in social affairs and glories in the spotlight – his brother shuns them; finding the comfort of the wilds and the company of creatures to be more reliable and honest in intent. They are stereotypical Dhe'nar for their noble castes.

The two of them have a strained relationship though. Although it is Surion's duty to support Talinvor, he feels the long shadow cast by his more charismatic brother. He has grown resentful despite (or maybe because of) the many times Talinvor has manipulated circumstances to protect him during the various trials and tribulations forced by the castes. Surion has since isolated himself, with only the company of his black panther, Khadesh.

The Warlock Caste of Sharath ordered Talinvor to travel north in order to keep an eye on a rogue branch of Dhe'nar, that left their designated caste duties. While the [[Obsidian Tower]] is a mere outpost, and of little influence at home, the word of Noi'sho'rah and enlightenment of the masses was the shouldered burden assigned to him as one of the most talented Lorekeepers of the current age. While still affiliated with the Tower, Talinvor has decided to press his influence on his own merits, so as not to be overshadowed by the actions of others.

== '''Relationships''' ==
It is hard to imagine that Talinvor was once in love. A Dhe'nari woman of the Warrior Caste was to whom he had given his heart. This coupling was unapproved by the priestesses of the Temple Caste, who rule the Dhe'nar bloodlines. Whether offspring would have been magically inclined or not, didn’t matter. The fact it was not sanctioned, gave the priestesses the opportunity to put both through a series of tests that were designed with a purposeful high chance of failure for the sake of disobeying. (see: [[The Star of Sharath (poetry)]])

Talinvor was sent to [[Ta'Faendryl]], to masquerade within the courts and survive their dangerous political rivalries. (see Tales of a Dhe’nar Bard [https://vorrith.wixsite.com/talinvor/tales-from-the-bard] and [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]] ) His love, was sent to the [[Sea of Fire]] to acquire an object of legend, thought to be a source of power in Bir Mahallah. With his task ultimately successful, news reached his ears that hers was not and that her body was lost to the sands. Thereafter, he styled himself a dirge-singer and wandered the world in his anguish. (see: [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]) After many years, and after a renewed application of 'skill training' in Sharath – he reapplied his talents not only in service to his city, but mainly to himself. He became hedonistic as a result – enjoying what the world offered while he still existed within it. (see: [[Dissemblance (poetry)]], [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]] )

He has had shira'qa, which means “pet” in the Dhe'narsi language. These non-dhe'nar servitors learn to take on the role of companion, hunting partner, muse, servant and entertainer for a time. He's had many over the long lifespan of an elf, most notably he’s possessed the collar of Raziya, an elf he met in River’s Rest ''(circa 5103)''; [[Kayse (prime)]], an aelotoi - whom he possessed twice ''(circa 5104 & 5115)'' and Sylverose, a sylvan who was literally handed to him to help protect her from herself ''(circa 5116)''. He has also possessed the Faendryl [[Berkana (prime)]] who was quite the prize and whom he enjoyed the company of for several years ''(circa 5116-5118)''. For two years afterwards, he did not have a shira'qa, thinking he was finally done with the effort of training another. It was not until he met the bardess [[Landrai]], a Loenthran elf that he attracted the attention of in the Ta'Illistim court that this changed, and who has been his constant companion since late ''5119''.

His first-born attitudes have made traditional relationships impossible. He finds Dhe'nari women so cold and resentful in life that he finds them depressing. Other races have demonstrated a liveliness that he enjoys as a bard, but the inbred sense of superiority he possesses – disallows relationships of equality and the devastation of losing his first love has deterred him from allowing himself to truly fall in love once again. Instead he embraces his hedonistic tendencies, which often raise an eyebrow in certain companies that still cling to social moralities.

=='''Academics, Poetry and Songs'''==
'''Lessons of Sharath'''
* [[The Circle of The Way (log)]]
* [[The First Manifesto (essay)]]

'''Lectures'''
* [[Mist Harbor Library Lectures - 2021-05-22 - Understanding Power (log)]]

'''Poetry'''
* [[The Star of Sharath (poem)]]
* [[Black Ash Tree (poetry)]]
* [[Guile (poetry)]]
* [[Her Eyes are Pools of Liquid Night (poetry)]]
* [[Dissemblance (poetry)]]
* [[Night's Symphony (poetry)]]
* Shira'qa's Kiss (explicit innuendo content)

'''Songs'''
* [[Rise (song)]]
* [[Bloodline (song)]]

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| '''Songs for the Elven Court'''
|-
|'''The Argent Mirror'''

''A quick poem on the spot, as the Argent Mirror requested poetry''

<div style="text-align: center;">The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
<div style="text-align: center;">The Shining City, Elven Jewel

<div style="text-align: center;">Sunset colour her hair
<div style="text-align: center;">Eyes of heaven's gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Her voice like whispered musical array

<div style="text-align: center;">May I see this sight once more
<div style="text-align: center;">Another gift of words from this troubadour

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''Myasara'''

''A poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.''

<div style="text-align: center;">Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
<div style="text-align: center;">Of a peoples recompense of need
<div style="text-align: center;">Tradition holds to charity
<div style="text-align: center;">Giving peace and clarity

<div style="text-align: center;">Shining city, brightly glows
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the ladies talk of clothes
<div style="text-align: center;">Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
<div style="text-align: center;">Even in the darkest gloom

<div style="text-align: center;">Despite the cries of faithless souls
<div style="text-align: center;">Has not kept her from her goals
<div style="text-align: center;">Once again to see beyond
<div style="text-align: center;">What hate and prejudice has spawned

<div style="text-align: center;">Jewel upon the crown of lore
<div style="text-align: center;">Fearful of a state of war
<div style="text-align: center;">Grants an equal measure of
<div style="text-align: center;">Support for those she stands above

<div style="text-align: center;">For in the mirror her reflections gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">Judges all at the end of days
<div style="text-align: center;">History remarks in remembered lore

<div style="text-align: center;">Myasara,
<div style="text-align: center;">Keeper of Elanthia's accord

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor

'''The Ballad of Ta'Illistim'''

''Set for a challenge to sing about the language of flowers (set by the handmaidens) and a positive city viewpoint (by Myasara). Talinvor discovered all the handmaiden's preferred flowers, but instead focused on a song for Sayilla, whose flower burdock/thistle he picked for her. Her uncle was displeased with Talinvor's attention to her, and drawing out her desire to see the world. This song was performed in the Elven Court for Sayilla's departure to Ta'Loenthra, as her very first venture outside the city walls where she had always been cloistered. He admitted that he would not forget her, even if he couldn't see her again.''

<div style="text-align: center;">I walked along the moonlit streets
<div style="text-align: center;">The stones a’glowing pale
<div style="text-align: center;">Icons of the artistry
<div style="text-align: center;">Delicate and frail

<div style="text-align: center;">The shining spires, city-scaped
<div style="text-align: center;">Had caught my storm wrought eyes
<div style="text-align: center;">Wanderer to gaze upon
<div style="text-align: center;">Learn’ed elven prize

<div style="text-align: center;">The stories of such far-off lands
<div style="text-align: center;">Were rarely ever spun
<div style="text-align: center;">Iconic Ta’Illistim
<div style="text-align: center;">Sapphire of the sun

<div style="text-align: center;">And center to it all I found
<div style="text-align: center;">Amid the em’rald green
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens and the ladies of
<div style="text-align: center;">Quality esteem

<div style="text-align: center;">Their silks they ruffled as they came
<div style="text-align: center;">And gathered all around
<div style="text-align: center;">Engaged in a careless chat
<div style="text-align: center;">To my ears confound

<div style="text-align: center;">They spoke of such favors given
<div style="text-align: center;">By courtly gentle-men
<div style="text-align: center;">Messages in the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">And if genuine

<div style="text-align: center;">I listened with an idle ear
<div style="text-align: center;">To giggles and the sighs
<div style="text-align: center;">I barely understood it
<div style="text-align: center;">Then I rolled my eyes

<div style="text-align: center;">In my mind I wished to confirm
<div style="text-align: center;">If words were better sought
<div style="text-align: center;">In prose or soft serenades
<div style="text-align: center;">Or feats were for naught

<div style="text-align: center;">And so my ego boasted of
<div style="text-align: center;">My skills to match the two
<div style="text-align: center;">Language of the flowers
<div style="text-align: center;">To maidens and to you

<div style="text-align: center;">Days to weeks they lingered
<div style="text-align: center;">Maidens' flowers I forgot
<div style="text-align: center;">But yours I did recall
<div style="text-align: center;">Chosen with little thought

<div style="text-align: center;">The purple flower blossoms
<div style="text-align: center;">Upon the thorn'ed spheres
<div style="text-align: center;">I thought it was your nature
<div style="text-align: center;">Raillery of peers

<div style="text-align: center;">It was not the burdocks sharpness
<div style="text-align: center;">For that is not the pain
<div style="text-align: center;">Instead you adhered yourself
<div style="text-align: center;">A captured refrain

<div style="text-align: center;">The softest touch and concerned gaze
<div style="text-align: center;">You have for those you know
<div style="text-align: center;">Captured your sweet memory
<div style="text-align: center;">While you’re off to grow

<div style="text-align: center;">~Talinvor
|}

== '''Vignettes''' ==
'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Clipped Wings (QST)''

===A Morning After Dawn (Player Vignette) (01/11/2020)===
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|-
|The sun was already up, the annoying brightness waking him for the third time already this morning. He yawned and stretched, his muscles thanking him as he turned to thump his feet to the floor. A sleepy figure shifted next to him, pulling the blankets back over her head. He turned briefly, his lips quirked into a wry grin. Standing up with his eyes half closed, he swaggered over to a small room adjoined to his bedroom with a gait that was anything but straight. Closing the privacy curtain behind him he gazed out one of several small windows that were open. Despite the glaring light he was afforded a tranquil view as thoughts drifted to the previous night’s pleasantries.

The serenity of the moment was lost as the sound of a tea kettle whistled next door - his neighbor. Groaning, his eyes closed shut and rolled in his head as he began to relieve himself. The force of the stream hit the back the chamber pot with the urgency that only a late night of drinking could summon. The tea kettle’s insistent cry continued as he shifted, sustaining his pent up stream. Dismissing the irritation of the kettle, a wave of relief washed over him as he opened his eyes and his wry grin returned. Looking down he seemed impressed with himself for the persistence of his stream. All good things coming to an end, and with both hands he put himself away.

Washing and drying his hands at a nearby washbasin to complete the morning ritual, he returned to his bedroom. Glancing over at the feminine curve of the sheets as they clung to his bed’s occupant, he considered returning. Being already awake and fighting off the urge, he drifts over to a large desk laden with papers: Mostly half written song lyrics, epic tales in the works, and the occasion purchase for the Chalice. Slumping into the chair he pours himself a glass of blood wine and begins sifting among the papers. Retrieving a small notebook, and leafing through the pages he noted several events, meetings within the Elven court, and even the occasional gig. Stopping at today's date he leans back in the chair contemplating the bold word written in red ink.

His lips pursed to a thin line, and he nodded to himself. "So it shall be done," he whispered to himself, as it was indeed time to get on with it. As soft murmur coming from his bed's occupant enticed him, calling him back. Musing to himself, “surely there is time for a quick dalliance before business” as he strides back to his bed. Collapsing upon it, the figure beside him stirred seductively, rolled toward him and snuggled against his bare chest.
|}

===The Arrival of Children (Player Vignette) (01/12/2020)===
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|-
|The last few days had been busier than usual, coordinating on behalf of the Flock the necessary supplies to run this boarding school. It rather jumped being a simple orphanage, once education was required. He admitted he was probably the best qualified, and despite initial grousing about dealing with whining children - he acquiesced. After all, he was expected to contribute - and he was an expert. He’d lost track of how many Dhe’nar students he’d had over the years, and if anyone could deal with discipline, it was him.

His orders for food from the cafes and diners were off schedule, but the owners were happy for the extra business he brought regularly and the coin he brought. He paid them extra for their discretion, having the goods shipped to his shop and transported from there. The staff at Luna’s Rest were particularly pleased to see him, as he put forth his regular purchase of bloodwine from the backroom by the case. He was pleased that his arrangement with the owner was finally able to import one of his favorite labels and he always made sure he did not let that convenience go to waste.

He’d been given specific instructions on the delivery of the children. He had to wait. Which he did, to his irritation. He paced back and forth wondering what the Flock had done to finally convince Greth and Penre to relinquish them. Despite every single reason to remind them they were not safe - they were both stubborn in their desire to help.

Talinvor shut his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A wagon had arrived with more than a handful of children and several brutish looking individuals. It wasn’t yet dawn, and looking up at the sky for a moment - seemed like it was still a few hours away. He stifled a yawn, and masked his irritation of having to deal with this at such an early hour.

Striding up to the contingent, he could see the children were afraid - and he flicked his grey eyes at the largest of the men. “How incompetent,” he glowered. “By the looks of it, you dragged them here.” Dismissing them, he knew immediately he would need to fix this. His eyes met on the spindly giantkin girl he remembered from before. The one that scooped up Faerinn’s socks and not candy. Smart girl.

Removing his hood, he smiled in the most charming way he could manage - which as a bard is quite good. He approached the girl and offered his hand. “I must apologize on behalf of these buffoons,” he crooned. “You should have been left to make you own choice, though since you are here, I encourage you to at least see what I have to offer - clean water, comfortable beds, new clothes and the best food to be found in all of Mist Harbor,” he added. “There was concern for your welfare, and you were indeed wise to not trust Greth.”

The girl clenched the hand of her sister for reassurance, but nodded. Talinvor grinned again, his words and reassurances putting them under his charm. He gestured toward the building with a grandiose sweep of his arm. As the children started to head toward the door, Talinvor bared his teeth and growled at the men as soon as the children were out of earshot. “You almost made my job harder,” he seethed but then caught himself. He began to hum between his words, “You should forget this place, what you did here tonight. Go back to your homes.” One after the other began to blink, but he continued his charm and humming as they each turned back the way they came until he could no longer see them. Turning, he jogged back to the children who were milling about at the door, and he captured the handle and opened it before them.

“Welcome to your new home, children” he replied, his voice dropping to a silken whisper that only they could hear.
|}
===Shattered Glass (Player Vignette) (01/17/2020)===
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|Talinvor swept easily through the door of his home, closing it swiftly behind him. His grin was barely curled on his lips as he poured himself a glass of bloodwine and sipped. The coppery tang sweetened the sides of his tongue as he swallowed. His eyes closed briefly, and the semblance of a growl erupted from his throat.

With a roar, he hurled his glass at the wall where it left a white mark of explosion - the bloodwine spattered halfway across the room with the force of his anger. Stalking to his desk, he swept his carefully organized papers with his arm - scattering them in a whirlwind of aggravation. His favorite inkpot rolled onto the floor and under his bed, the ink trailing a line of red.

He punched the wall, yet the hard stone would not relent and he only managed to jangle the manacles that hung there. His eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection, and he strode over to the mirror with the intention to smash it too. His fist raised, he noticed the trickle of blood on his knuckles and paused to stare at his own reflection.

“What are you doing?!” the reflection asked. “I’m the one who loses their temper.”

“I know brother,” Talinvor muttered, shaking out his injured hand.

“Why are you angry?” the reflection asked in the voice of Talinvor’s twin. “Plans gone awry?”

Talinvor’s reply was a long drawn out seethe of words as he paced. His hands angrily expressing his frustration. “Eii. Children have been abandoned to my protection, The Flockmaster makes arrangements with Faendryl which seems to have backfired, the town is in turmoil that now I have to satiate. The Flockmaster reveals secrets which we are supposed to distract from, and he still seems to trust a woman who left him for dead.”

“It sounds as though your Flockmaster is a problem,” the reflection answered back.

Talinvor’s crooked grin returned, but slowly. “Eii, he is.”

Talinvor’s reflection grinned back, sharp white teeth behind black lips. “Something should be done, neh?”

“So it should, brother,” Talinvor replied, “So it should.”
|}

'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''All That Remains (QST)''
===Artifact Scar (Player Vignette) (05/21/2020)===
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|For the third time, the needle prodded against the crystal embedded in Talinvor's temple and for the third time, his teeth attempted to crush the leather wrapped stick to stifle a scream of pain. The painstealer had been thorough with her preparation of her patient, buckling down his limbs so that he thrashed helplessly on the table as she tested the crystal's supposed magic.

"Now, now Tah'lon. You volunteered for this experimentation, remember," she consoles, even as she prods the crystal again - sending a shock-wave of pain through his body. "I think I am as curious as you now about what this thing is in your head. My theory was correct though," she continues as she gazes at him impassively and ignores the trickle of blood that seeps down his cheek. "It causes far more pain when I try to manipulate it while on Mist Harbor," she remarks almost teasingly. The painstealer grins, leaning over Talinvor's face and presses her fingers against his newly opened scar. He stares at her and curls his lips upward in a feral growl, knowing that she was enjoying every precious moment of this.

Turning away, the painstealer pivoted to the table and jotted more notes into a dogeared journal. His eyes flicked to where she stood, weighing her value on any further discovery. He had come to her, initially. His trip to Sharath after the betrayal of Selbi was meant to find the trigger to this newly gained magic. An Artifact, she called it. Selbi was plain on that word, and how she admitted to have powered it with emotion. The Flock's emotion, she claimed.

"Odd," he remembered suddenly. Socius' magic was also triggered through emotion - losing memory every time he flew into a rage. "I'm not sure he faked that,” he thought to himself. “But it doesn't seem to affect me the same."

"It's not affecting you the same, clearly," the painstealer remarked as if she'd heard him, but continued her train of thought. "You've mentioned that certain pitches can cause a wave of pain not dissimilar to literally touching it." Pausing, she lowers her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Talinvor spit out the stick and it clattered to the floor. Stretching his jaw in a wide yawn, he grunted dissent. "Neh. If that got around, I'm sure there would be afternoon teas everywhere," he smirked - knowing that little tidbit would spread like wildfire. "And don't you dare tell anyone else," he growled.

The painstealer rolled her eyes, ignoring his threat. "Magic is often tied to bloodline," she lectured. "As Dhe'nar, you are well aware of this. Some things will be more effective or ineffective, depending on the purpose of the magical item, or in this case - an Artifact which was previously claimed to have tied specifically into Socius' power and the Island itself."

Nodding in his restraints, he added to the painstealer's theory. "So is it possible that Selbi may have just assumed it would be as effective on us? I've not heard anything from the elf or halfling, but the human certainly acts like he's gained power."

"Eii, it's possible - Socius was human also, so you say. And there may be some sort of connection between the two, even a faint one that could have tickled some latent power." The painstealer's eyes flicked to Talinvor's restraints and then back at her tools before sighing. "It's also possible that Selbi lied entirely about this crystal having any power at all, and it is just some geological anomaly. I ~could~ experiment more..." her lips curled back into a wry grin. "You did say that she's the one that likely arranged the children's kidnapping, and apparently worked with Socius to kill off the thugs that were likely bribed into the whole thing. It's possible this is just another elaborate trickery."

"Eii, no need to rub it in," he scoffed as he turned his head away from her. "I should have realized from the beginning. I was set on trying to discover whatever this new magic Socius seemed to have, and simply roped myself into mundane things in order to get closer to that goal. It was worth the risk to walk away with a fragment of what could have been, even if it wasn't the way I wanted." He shifted in his bindings, the metal of the buckles clacking against the wood.

"Can you remove it?" Talinvor's voice lowered to reflect his question as a demand, but halted the weave of compulsion behind it. The painstealer frowned, and shook her head. "I'm afraid, sho'nah* that this magic is human wrought. Given further study, and as far from Mist Harbor as possible - we can probably remove it. I do not know the long term effect though. At best right now, I can dampen the pain and gradually erase most of the scar. Your caste would have issues, if they found you permanently damaged."

Having lifted his head, while listening - he sighed in resignation and lowered it back to the table with an audible thunk.
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*sho'nah = brother (a term of respect, not a literal brother)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable (QST)''

===In Need of Sleep (Player Vignette) (02/04/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2480 official forums by INSPADES] on 02/04/2021 at 12:53 AM CST.''
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|Talinvor leaned back in his armchair, lit a clove-scented cigar and poured a glass of his favorite wine as he reviewed the investigative leads that he had neatly stacked in a corner of his desk. He took a long pull and blew it into three consecutive rings that spun around and floated through each other before he waved them over toward the fireplace. The rustle of Darcena's pack whom were hardly stealthy, had kept him up all night.

He had almost forgotten that he had placed old fox traps quite a while ago (when he realized he could excuse it as "home security"), until he heard a SNAP and a corresponding yelp from one of those traipsing around his house for 'safety reasons'. While Akenna's little fox seemed to know better, it didn't save the careless. He tried to stifle a laugh with a mouthful of wine and ended up spraying it in a guffaw of laughter. He was certain Darcena was around and her sharp ears could certainly hear that sputter of amusement on her behalf.

He imagined her standing just outside his door with her arms folded as if she could stare through his door, teeth bared and growling under her breath. He smirked at the thought, his own teeth baring from beneath his lips. Ah! It amused him no end the way he could rile Darcena. He toyed with a wolf-marked band he meant to gift her after a former prank he pulled, but what he had wanted to talk about months ago seemed irrelevant now.

His sides hurt, and his laughter turned to silent shakes of mirth before he finally breathed a few calming breaths. The noise outside had ceased, and he sighed loudly in relief. After another draw of his cigar and a long swig of his wine, he finally felt ready to get back to those reports that he had halfway glanced through on his desk in front of him.

"Hm..Katillios. No stranger to town, possible relations. Why come here? Vendetta? Possible advantage for open discussion," he had written. Other notes followed, from what his allies reported on her appearance and manner of speech. Pulling out another page, his fingers flipped the page to uncurl it so he could re-read his words: "Greth knows about this more than he lets on. ALWAYS about Socius. Why not marked? Time to push," he reads to himself before setting down the page. Ilsola's name was on the page as well, followed by "damsel in distress, repeatedly." Lastly, "Akenna" was simply written below Ilsola's name, with just a blurb: "Socius' fan club, heads island military authority."

Setting down his wine, he picked up his quill and dipped it into a sanguine ink. "Constable" he wrote languidly below Katillios' name, letting his thoughts run away with him a moment until the word becomes a work of art on the page. Flicking off the ashes of his cigar, he took another long pull as he wrote the word "Shopkeep" under Greth's name and adds "also likely affiliated with Socius, lying about the Pinefar shop." Taking a draw of his cigar, he tiredly exhaled a large cloud that he waved off with the paper. Musing to himself he whispered, "Too ironic that's where Socius was rumored to be."

Pulling a third page from the rest, he scans the contents which has the word "priest?" with a doodle of a feather. Setting the quill and ink away, he leans back in his chair - a long puff and exhale of smoke which starts to float over toward the bed. With a quick and quiet hum, a vibration of air thrums the cloud back toward and up the fireplace. The last sip of wine met Talinvor's lips and he placed the empty glass aside, then added "Collectable's Shop" to the same page as Greth's, followed by a another question mark.

He stifled a yawn, just as he noticed that light was trying to pry its way past his curtains. Just then the piercing yowl of a throttled cat emanated from somewhere near Akenna's kitchen window. Talinvor's fingers flashed to his temple to offer pressure to the pain that suddenly throbbed there. Swearing in five languages, he rummaged through a small satchel that he gave up trying to clean crumbs from. Within it, he drew out an odd whistle in the shape of a skull, a muffin tin and a bundle of tkaro root.

With a wince, he chewed the bitters and filed his papers back into his drawer. One of them refused to settle back in squarely as he tapped them on his desk. The page was dog-eared. The partial word of "Warl" was unhidden from the fold. So, pulling up the corner, he straightened it back in with the rest.

"Choice," he chuckled to himself.
"He will give Ilsola a choice."
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(OOC thanks to Darcena and Akenna)
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===re: Crackers and Teapots (Player Vignette) (03/25/2021)===
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|Talinvor woke with a start, his breath exhaling in a loud hiss and the palm of his hand pressing into his temple. Scrunching his eyebrows, he considered for a moment. The pitch of the kettle was different this time and shorter, but just as annoying.

Swearing in various languages, he tossed off his sheet and headed to the window to see just how close to the arse-crack of dawn it was THIS day. Pulling aside a section of curtain he gazed across the grass to Akenna's house where he saw Jaysehn's shoulders shake in what could only be laughter before he wandered off to whatever thing he does.

"So much for peace and quiet," Talinvor muttered. His eyes flicked back to the grass where some slopped up pile of white goo was decorated with stones in the front. He was sure it spelled out something, but the muted light of a too early dawn kept him from being able to make it out from the window. Shrugging, he shuffled to the back room and relieved himself of his late night imbibement in a relaxing groan.

Returning to his bed, he considered going back to sleep but curiosity turned his head to the door. Shrugging, he tugged on his pants and boots before slipping outside to inspect whatever nonsense his neighbors were up to THIS time.

Reading the stone words, he simply rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ha Ha! Very funny," he mused aloud as his booted toe poked the edge of the near waist-high sculpture. Puzzling over it a moment he realized what it was supposed to be. "Crazy cracker... sculpture teapot thing, is it?" he blurted in realization and amusement. Considering for a moment, he heard the chirping of the birds announcing the day. A smug grin slowly drew his lips upward and he wandered back to his house.

When Talinvor returned, he had a few aqua wands in hand. Flicking the ends he threw bursts of water at Jaysehn's little teapot until the cracker paste left nothing but a smear in Akenna's front yard. Arranging the stones at a different angle, the message now faced her house. Within hours, flocks of birds found their feast and left an appreciation of the prank all on their own.
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===Slaves of Survival (Player Vignette) (04/06/2021)===
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|OOC Note
This is a conversation that includes several discussions and consolidates them to a single scene post battle when Porfidat was taken.

I wish to thank the players of Landrai, Tabubu, Meliyara for their approval, editing and input. I additionally want to thank Alosaka’s player for letting me include him in our plotting and most especially the player of Akenna for being a good sport to Talinvor’s goading.

While this is OOC to most, I leave this open to opportunities to engage or disparage for further RP.

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After gathering more palatable refreshments, Talinvor arrived at the pavilion in Ceiluir Glade. The creak of the copper lanterns caught his attention as the light flickered their reflection on the teak flooring. Idly brushing his fingers along the leaves of ivy that climb up the walls as he enters, Landrai, Tabubu and Meliyara followed close behind. The silken cushions wrapping around the edge of the walls promise comfort and respite after the evening battle. Here, the scent of wisteria and rose and the soft sound of the nearby fountain drew them all away from poorer company and the stench of rancid ale that permeated Greth's bar. Beauty was always Talinvor's preference when available, company included.

The pillows beckoned him, and he practically let himself fall backwards amongst the piles. Taking up his wine glass, he took a long swig as the rest of his party made themselves comfortable. Landrai had started to talk of flowers, having been given a dog rose on the way here. His mind was still on the battle though, so her words nearly faded and he closed his eyes to simply enjoy this rare moment of peace.

"I am concerned at the chaotic disarray of this battle," Tabubu lamented, breaking his reverie. "Eventually there was order, but this should have been prepared for."

"I am absolutely shocked at the lack of preparation," Meliyara replied as she shook her head mockingly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Talinvor simply nodded as he sipped his wine again, his gaze staring at nothing as pieces of the battle replayed in his mind. His teeth gritted at the scene of the child getting cut in half. "Worse than sheep," he muttered under his breath. "At least those know to stay sheltered when they hear the howls."

His fingers met the bridge of his nose in frustration. "The 'protectors' knew this was coming," he said aloud, "and they call -me- cruel." His lips parted into an annoyed snarl. "Chaos, eii. But this was a purposeful slaughter. Perhaps some will reconsider those righteous challenges and question their ideas of escalation now that they understand its price."

Shaking his head, his fingers played along the rim of his wine goblet. "The Warlord got who he came for," he repeated quietly - echoing his words from earlier in the Commons. Meliyara, Landrai and Tabubu nodded back at him. "Why the raid though?" he wondered. His teeth gritted despite himself and the words came out as a hiss, "This was not and more than necessary."

"This is not the first time he has been sprung from jail, and not previously from Mist Harbor," Meliyara commented quietly, contemplating possibilities.

"Eii," Talinvor agreed. "There was an agreement for Pordifat to betray the Warlord. For this... this seems like it wasn't typically necessary for the fleet to arrive to spring him in the past. Neh, there is something else here. Either the Warlord no longer trusts Katillios, or there was another objective. Clearly it was meant to trigger despair in the cruelty of it this time."

Tabubu shifted, her eyes gazing at Talinvor with interest. "Why risk so many lives, what is so important about Pordifat?"

Talinvor returned her glance, his lips quirking into a grin. "Eii, no one asked that of him did they? Not specifically anyway. Why would the Warlord bother having him sprung from jail? Why send an entire raiding party this time to distract everyone to do so?"

Meliyara sighed. "We wanted you to have the opportunity to ask Pordifat questions, but they are too ignorant." She shrugged her shoulder resignedly. “They would rather let their pride deafen their ears and misplaced kindness still their tongues.”

"It's a matter of needing to ask the right questions." Talinvor swirled his wine before taking another swallow. "Sometimes the right questions do not surface until a clue is provided, and you have to craft it in a way that they can't really dodge it other than simply refusing to answer. Which is also telling."

Talinvor shifted his weight, leaning back with an elbow on a propped up pillow. "Pordifat reiterated what it seems was already known, questions were simply re-asked, and then an attempt to win and then break his heart was completely fruitless." He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "I didn't get a chance to truly craft anything more than a quick question, which prevented that dialog. I missed part of the initial questions, I will admit - but I think I have a better grasp of reality than those that barter in hope and redemption."

Landrai's hand went to Talinvor's shoulder, a concerned expression furrowing her brow and he shrugged unconcerned. Tabubu's eyes merely crinkled at the edges, with what was probably a smirk beneath her cowl.

"They all think the Krolvin fled," Meliyara added, her voice filled again with disdain. "They congratulate themselves on a job well done, but ultimately the Krolvin got what they came for, like last time." Her chest heaved with a pent up sigh of frustration.

"Tonight was foreseen," Tabubu added, her cowl somewhat muffling her words. "No one really stopped it, and that worries me too. I too want to know why he's so important."

Landrai's voice chimed in, quiet words close to cracking from emotion. "So many innocents. They relied on the militia and it turned out to be a mistake."

Meliyara pulls her Mist Harbor militia badge out and stares at it a moment with narrowed eyes. "Useless," she mutters before tossing it back in her bag.

"And still this isn't done." Talinvor's gaze turned upwards to the stars. "This is a lot of build up to something else. This artifact and possibly Pordifat who may be skilled in wielding it, thus the effort."

"They don't understand," Landrai remarked suddenly, and all turned their attention to her. "Power over another is an emotional thing, it becomes a need and desire. Fear can be part of it, but it isn't everything." She turns her gaze to Talinvor, her fingers stroking his braids. "While I chose this, I understand Katillios more than most. I wished I had the opportunity to have spoken with her again."

"Eii, an opportunity for further diplomacy might have offered some indication of what they were up to, perhaps." Pondering the thought, he noticed Landrai's frown. "It is different from you, shira'qa," Talinvor responds. "I never suppressed you. She however chose her servitude as an act of survival. As did Pordifat. I suspect Katillios might have fallen in love with her master since and now needs his approval and attention like water in a desert. Porfidat still feels indebted to his brother, though. It's a weaker link to force someone, but he is broken by his own guilt, which he has refused to elaborate on. And to both of them, going against the Warlord is like challenging an Arkati. I question if he will have the resolve in the end to resist, but he knows he's a dead man either way."

Rubbing his finger absently to his temple scar, he could feel the lump of the crystal still embedded there and immediately felt his annoyance rise. "I want to know the secret to the power that the Warlord possesses, as I wanted to know about Socius' with this one."

Taking his cue, Landrai gently massages his fingers lightly to his temples and then works out the kinks in his neck as she prompts him to lean forward for her.

Talinvor growls under his breath before continuing, "It might be an empty power now, perhaps - but it was damaging all the same. This time though, I won't be so careless in whom to trust. But eii, Katillios would be our key to finding out more that could be of use." Nodding to Landrai, she inclines her head in acknowledgement.

"I will attempt to find her again, mis'ri," Landrai responds as she turns and pours him another glass of his bloodwine.

Lowering her cowl to sip her tea, Tabubu remarks in a distracted tone "Only now are they upset. Because the Krolvin walked in, kicked in their gates and killed their children."

Adding to the thought, Meliyara responds, "It is as though they did not understand the cost of battle before. Only now they are upset because they watched the innocents slaughtered."

"They have a safe haven," Landrai sighed, her voice distant. "Why weren't the children at least already there? Why were people even about?"

"They knew they were coming and did nothing," Meliyara clicks her tongue disparagingly. "They did not even make use of their self-proclaimed Safe Haven."

"This is an island after all, it is an illusion to believe there is such a thing as a 'Safe Haven' here." Talinvor's forehead furrows as his eyebrows knit together in thought. "The Iyo," he says after a few moments. "They had been holding off the Krolvin in certain places, though asking for them to provide shelter for the entire town might have been something that could have been negotiated at some point. We still don't even know Socius' association specifically, knowing he uses their poisons."

"Still," Talinvor continues, "Socius has the ability to leave the island and return. I'm not sure the citizenry has that magic. Curious that, neh?"

The three of them nod, but say nothing and leave Talinvor to a moment of contemplation.

Meliyara breaks her silence, "I am frustrated that they allowed Pordifat to be captured before he could show us the tunnels he mentioned. We needed to find a path to the south and find out more about the artifact. At least to point out the gorge that the artifact came from. Tabubu nods in agreement with Meliyara remarking, “Eii, perhaps we can find something out more about the artifact itself.”

Noticing her attention pulled to the waves outside, Talinvor draws Landrai's gaze back to him, and he places his hand over hers and guides it to his braids. Her fingers start to rake through his hair and her lips curl into a pretty smile as she hums softly to herself. "Sha'haisa," he whispers to her, his voice reflecting his pleasure at her nails working their magic.

"Agreed," Talinvor replies, "perhaps the Iyo may offer some insight on that. Ordim appears to have returned and some of them have an understanding with that muffin emblem I heard about. Maybe something will begin on that front," he muses. "We will have to see."

"Alosaka may be in need of allies," Talinvor murmurs after a few minutes of head scratching bliss. "He is, I think the only other person other than myself that refuses to put Socius in a golden light. It would preferable he does not ally with the militia."

"Thanks to their worship of Socius," Meliyara quips. Her lips tight to keep herself from laughing.

"Akenna has joined the knights, I think and may remain at odds. I am tempted to push in that wedge a little more," adds Talinvor.

Meliyara snickers, "That will not require much pushing."

"She is easily riled," Talinvor agrees.

"That is putting it mildly," Meliyara mumbles into a sip of her tea as the cup hides a smug little smirk.

Talinvor sighs and rolls his shoulders to get more comfortable. "She won't take my baiting anymore. I think she worries she will react the way I want her to, so she avoids me altogether."

"Still," Talinvor comments to Meliyara, "I'm frustrated that we have nothing to really go on, no clue to what this artifact does other than what you said about preventing magic. And, I'm not quite so familiar with kroderine that you mentioned has similar properties. This is a good project for you, q'hala - to take up with Archious and see if he has further insight to this."

"And you," Talinvor begins as he turns to Landrai. "See what you can do to get in contact with the slave. I've heard that communication by light can be sent to ships. Perhaps we should visit the lighthouse soon."

Moving to the balls of her feet, Tabubu rises from her sitting position in one fluid motion that causes her robe to swirl around her ankles. Nodding to Talinvor, she politely excuses herself. Sensing her cue he stretches and stifles a yawn, turning his gaze to the stars. "The hour is late already," he notes simply. "We will discuss more I'm certain."
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''Inevitable II (QST)''
===The Stage is Set (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2582 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 06:58 PM CST.''
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|A petite elven lady sits curled up in a maoral armchair, her eyes scanning a piece of pale parchment while she absently nibbles on the tip of an alabaster quill. Leaning over a glaes-topped reading table, she dips her quill in a crystal inkwell and begins to write.

“Tah’lon, My mind has been racing with many thoughts since you left on business this morning. Our conversation about Kallitos has stuck in my mind, and I hope you would read my words and help me in this. I fear for her and want to see her safe after this is all over.

I feel this Warlord will fall, and she will be lost, unsure of what to do. While she may remember when she was taken as a slave, I think she has been one so long, she will feel alone and not know where to turn. She may have chosen to be his slave, but she chose out of survival. Has it turned into more? Maybe, but I will not judge her for it.”

Leaning back in the chair, her gaze drifts through an arched window. Running a hand through her pale blonde hair, she gazes at what she has written and begins to write again.

“My mind went spinning when I heard him say they should assign someone to target her specifically and take her out. They target her because they feel she is an easy way to get to him. I feel a need to protect her if this happens. I also know that there is no such thing as a fair trial, only what Socius wishes, and we have seen how that turns out. I would ask that you give her a choice. A choice to join your household and protection. She can agree or not, but at least we can give her the choice, a new path to take. Please consider my thoughts. I look forward to your return."

--Your Eh'na de an'sui

Talinvor poured himself another goblet of spiced blood wine, his favorite blend from the backroom stock at Luna Rest Tavern. Swirling it, he pondered his wobbly reflection in the dark liquid before taking a long sip. Landrai had left nearly as he returned in order to run errands, so he was left to his own thoughts.

Yesterday’s discussions indicated the final battle with the Warlord was imminent and his objective was unlikely. “Too many eyes, too many hands eager for that artifact,” he muttered into another sip of wine. Seeing activity across the way at Akenna’s house, he inwardly groaned and started toward the window to shut it from the noise. As he set the wine down on the table, his peripheral vision caught the glimpse of a carefully folded parchment tucked under the inkwell with his name “Tah’lon" written in Landrai’s elegant hand.

Brow furrowed as he reads, he places it back to the table. “Such pretty words, my bird of song,” he sighs in whispered words as the letter crumples in his fist, “you ask for much.”
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OOC note: Landrai's player asked me to post her letter, which subsequently triggered this series of events. More to come.
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===The Stage is Set (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/05/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2586 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/05/2021 at 09:53 PM CST.''
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|Early morning’s dawn filtered through the treetops behind Luna Rest Tavern as Talinvor pulled up his hood to hide his features. He watched for a few moments as his target loaded black ashwood casks of his favorite liquid onto the loading deck of the building. Lips quirking to a wry grin, Talinvor lept to the man’s wagon and perched himself on one of the barrels.

Opening his case, he picked out his platinum flute, tapping it against his other palm.
“Chientz Forgeflame,” he drawled in a sing-song way, calling down to the dark skinned dwarven man wiping the sweat off his brow.

“Talinvor,” the man simply stated, not looking up from his work. He hauled up another cask to his shoulder, grabbed another to his other shoulder and easily stacked them with the others on the deck.

“I am calling in a favor,” Talinvor replied, the flute twirling between his fingers.

The dwarf simply stopped, looked up at Talinvor and grunted his annoyance. “What do you want, Lorekeeper? You keep me busy enough with this supply run.”

Talinvor grinned, his teeth white behind dark lips. “Remember who pays for it too,” he reminded. "You should be grateful for this opportunity. There is little enough commerce in the north for Khanshael.” Talinvor sucked on his teeth for a moment, before continuing. “I may need a… return supply, so to speak.”

The dwarf smirked back, his expression half hidden behind his thick beard. His fingers caressed the gold beard clips as if considering. A long drawn out exhale soon followed. “Black Sands, eh?“ he asked, one of his thick bushy eyebrows lifting.

“Eii, should be decent enough for pickup,” Talinvor responded. “That is, if the cargo is cooperative.”

The dwarf’s other eyebrow lifted, his expression of slight surprise. “That kind of cargo, eh?” he sniggered before Talinvor shot him a withering gaze. Breaking eye contact, Chientz returned his hand to his beard, smoothing it down.

“You will meet my shira’qa there,” Talinvor instructed, “in escort of another. You will ferry them to Marshtown, and help them book passage from there to River’s Rest. Use an empty cask if you have to.” Talinvor tosses down a small booklet of bank notes, which the dwarf catches easily before tucking them into his vest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Chientz replies as he turns back to unloading up the casks. Stretching his back after a moment, he turns to look back up but the dark elf is already gone and the melody of his somber tune already fading.

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“You spoke of choices,” Landrai whispered to the small bird-shaped charm. “There is another choice, should you wish to take it.”

Landrai paused for a brief moment, considering her next words. “Fate is against your master now. You too, I overheard, are likely to be hunted. Mine has arranged an escape, should you wish to take it. Meet me at Black Sands along the Eastern Harbor. It is far enough away to not get caught in the mayhem.”

Tracing her fingernail over the cloisonné, she hoped the remainder of her words would carry through. “While I wish for you to serve my master so that we may remain friends - I understand if you wish to forge your own path. Either way, you will owe something to Talinvor - and should be worth his while.”

Resting his hand on Landrai’s shoulder, Talinvor nods his approval as she looks up at him. “Offering for her to empower herself, eh?,” he murmurs wryly to her as he lights the fuses of colorful fireworks as a distraction for the krolvin. Releasing the charm, Landrai watches it flitter out of sight. Biting her lip, she turns her gaze upwards to watch the glitter of lights flash across the sky in patterns of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and whatever other creature was invested in the fireworks he bought.

“If she is smart, she will bring us something of use as a bargaining chip,” he remarks, his fingers digging into Landrai’s shoulder to emphasize his meaning. “Otherwise,” he continues, his words pushing past his throat in a low growl, “I will find a way to extract a price later.”

Landrai’s head bows in acknowledgement, her hand lifting up to place it softly over the top of Talinvor’s. “I have faith, mis’ri.. that she may choose to survive.”
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===The Herald's Action (Part 1) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2591 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:34 PM CST.''
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|Katillios cloaked form stood along the starboard rail, gazing out across the water to the island that her master wished to conquer. The gutteral sound of Krolvin surrounded her as they worked to repair damages under her supervision. There was an obsession here, one that she didn’t quite understand. The people of this island here fought back harder than any she had seen, and kept coming back to the fray. For the first time in a long while she felt doubt in success. She bit her lip hard so the pain would rally her to confidence and her commands to a slacking Krolvin which had him near to groveling.

Light blossomed along the shore, sparkles of fireworks that caught her attention. The rest of the crew fixated on the sight of blue, green and red. Her half-elven ears perked at a new sound coming closer, a soft metallic flutter of wings. Standing very still, her curiosity piqued; she finally eyed a small hummingbird hovering near her shoulder. Glancing around, she grinned. Every Krolvin was watching the shore, and Ankreth was gratefully inside his cabin.

Holding her breath, she heard a soft whisper in a voice she vaguely remembered. Yes, there it is. The woman that knelt to show that she too served another, offered friendship.
“You spoke of choices,” the bird whispered and Katillios eyes widened.

The fireworks were getting slower now, and the hummingbird flitted near her ear as if waiting. “I will..” she gasped as if she could barely believe she was speaking. “I will be there.” Her fingers clutched the rail until the little creature flew off under the fading din of the fireworks' last boom. Glancing down to her hands she realized her knuckles were white.

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“Worth his while..worth his while,” Katillios muttered under her breath as she found herself rummaging through the spoils. The items stolen from the harbor were in the captain’s quarters, but there were a few things found in the tunnels she had found interesting. Things that she thought might emanate magic, but the Stormcrows could not discover the purpose and so claimed they were of no value and left them unguarded.

Rummaging through the small pile, her hand wrapped around one of the objects. Pulling it out, she grinned. “This will do, I think,” she whispered to herself. “I hope,” she corrected as she felt worry creep into her throat. Tucking it away, she swept her arms back as she stood with the snap of dark silk cloth and strode from the room as though she had every right to be there.
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===The Herald's Action (Part 2) (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2592 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 03:38 PM CST.''
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|The sound of battle nearly drowned the quiet flutter of metallic wings once again and without turning her head saw in the corner of her eye the small hummingbird as she did before. Adjusting her hood, it was swiftly hidden beneath the cloth. “You did well to remain as his herald,” the whisper began. Katillios narrowed her eyes as she listened to the rest of the message, grateful that she stepped back out of view as was expected of her. She gave an imperceptible nod. “I understand,” she replied. Her hand lifted as if to fiddle with her hair as she turned, the movement disguising the hummingbird lifting from her shoulder to return itself back to its keeper.

The bright smile of a pale blonde elven woman greeted her, her belled collar chiming as she bounded over to grip the half-elf’s hand. “You actually came!” Landrai gushed, “it makes me glad. Katillios stepped back, confused but Landrai pressed on, “It mattered to me about choices. I wanted to give you a chance at another one.”

Katillios bowed her head low. “This one thanks you and your master for the opportunity,” she stammered as if not sure of the right words in the moment. Rummaging in her pocket, she pulls something out and shoves it awkwardly into Landrai’s palm. Puzzling over the item, Landrai carefully stows it in her pouch then pulls Katillios down close to the sands as she scans the opposite shore.

The glint of gold against a dark beard is all the evidence needed, before Landrai snatches Katillios hand and nearly drags her toward the dwarf. “Chientz?” Landrai whisper-yelled as a confused half-elf stumbled behind her, clinging to the bardess’ sleeve.

“Eii, lass,” Chientz hissed as his eyes darted right and left to be sure there weren’t any Krolvin ships that would suddenly sneak up on them. “Get in, haven’t got all day!” he snapped, ushering the women quickly to his small boat. “I’ll have to row between the islands to stay out of sight. Keep your heads down. Can’t have anyone recognize her, I wager.”

Landrai nodded, as she sat next to Katillios. “You made a choice,” Landrai whispered to Katillios who merely nodded. “What you did is a brave thing, and my master has taught me much about survival.” The soft spash of the oars was soothing, but the half-elf’s perplexed look coaxed Landrai to continue the conversation. “I want you to join me, to be my friend,” she sighed as she reached to comfort Katillios by taking her hand in hers. “My master is ki--”

“No,” Katillios interrupted, “I just...want to go home!” The once confident half-elf’s voice broke in her words, then curled her shoulders and began to weep. Landrai began to reach to her, to console her - but the dwarf shook his head sharply.

“She needs her own time,” Chientz chides. “She’s broken, needs time. She was a slave on a Krolvin ship, I’m guessing by the likes of things.” Lifting his knuckle to his nose, he gives it an itch. “The Dhe’nar must think this is worth the effort to steal one out from their noses. And made herself not just any slave I’m guessing, by her well made clothing.”

Landrai’s mouth opens as if to rebuke him, but simply nods at the dwarf’s insight. She wanted to make an effort to get to know him better, if she met him again in different circumstances. Her fingers caressed her pouch, and hoped what was in there was worth the half-elf’s freedom.
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===Saving Katillios (Player Vignette) (06/06/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2593 official forums by INSPADES] on 06/06/2021 at 04:21 PM CST.''
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|Talinvor waited patiently at the pier, flipping between twirling his flute and actually playing it. A few passerbys nodded their greeting, and he nodded back. Skulking in doorways around here, would just draw even more attention. He’d timed this perfectly, he mused to himself as the soft splash of a small familiar trade ship sidled up to the docks.

Swaggering to the edge of the boat, Chientz lept to the dock with rope in hand. Tying it securely, he then motioned for the women to disembark. Seeing Talinvor, Landrai nearly bounced down the length of the dock in her excitement. Behind her, Katillios slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and kept her head down. Seeing her hesitate, Chientz nudged her forward.

“Go see your savior, girl.” The dark dwarf smirked under his beard. “I have further arrangements to make,” he added as he caught Talinvor’s eye. The Dhe’nar nodded, and Chientz made his way to one of the other docks, muttering about Knaydl. Watching the dwarf depart, Talinvor simply smirks before his gaze returns to Katillios who stands before him with her head bowed.

“I hope you have made this worth the trouble,” Talinvor remarks, his eyes glancing sidelong at Landrai. The half elf says nothing, as Landrai fishes out the item that Katillios gave her and hands it over to Talinvor’s waiting palm. Immediately turning it over and over in his hand, he tests if the item is magic.

Watching him, Katillios responds, “This one found it in the tunnels, but the Stormcrows did not know if it was valuable or of worth.” Wringing her hands beneath her silk sleeves, she watches him cautiously. A growing pitch seems to vibrate against the item in Talinvor’s hand, when suddenly he grasps at his temple. Begrudgingly he replies, “The price is paid, half-elf.”

Falling to her knees, Katillios kowtows to Talinvor who was busy with another pitch and then another. Finally tucking the piece into his pouch, he addresses her. “You are free to go where you like now. I gave you the means to make the choice you did not have. You are known to many who would hunt you for what you had to do to survive.”

“You belong to yourself now Katillios,” he adds. “That is the power I give you. What you do with it, is up to you.”

Nodding, she rises back to stand. “Thank you master… “

“Talinvor,” he swiftly responds, "remember it." Rising to stand, his grey eyes weigh her but presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Down that pier is your destination. Go, if you wish to leave,” he commands, his tone hinting at a threat if she lingers any longer.

Smiling, Landrai watches at Katillios turns and runs down the other dock and boards a rather dilapidated but sturdy boat. The large female captain’s laughter rises with her sails as the dwarf places a heavy pouch of silver in her waiting palm. Hopping back down to the dock, Chientz heads back and plops a seat on an old keg next to Talinvor as the three of them watch Knaydl’s boat disappear over the horizon.

[end]

(OOC: Thanks to Landrai for spinning me on this path, and to Quillic for letting us steal Katillios!)
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'''Mist Harbor'''<br>
''What Dreams May Come (QST) (preamble)''
===The Minister of Enlightenment (Player Vignette) (10/27/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2650 official forums by INSPADES] on 10/27/2021 at 10:26 PM EST.''
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|The ethereal flowing melody of a metal flute carried over the breeze of the island. The filigree tones coursed through the trees and the streets of Mist Harbor as it reached the ears of those who had heard it before. Those that had, simply relaxed from whatever task they were doing, standing perfectly still. Their eyelids fluttered briefly just before they stared off at nothing. For nearly a dozen children, additionally their lips curled into slight grins as if remembering some happy memory which quickly vanished into stoic expressions.

When the sound ended, all returned to whatever they had been doing as if nothing happened and when questioned, could not recollect hearing anything at all.

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One leg bent and the other dangling over the rim of the lighthouse's catwalk, Talinvor sat comfortably perched in the shadows high above the town at dusk. Drawing his platinum flute carefully from its case, he placed his fingers purposely upon the keys. Inhaling a full breath, he blew softly over the mouthpiece to give his music life. Playing an old and remembered tune, his music wafted high, poetic notes that echoed over the sound of the wind.

It had been exactly a year since he had been tasked to clean up the riotous distractions of The Flock. The power of suggestion was a talent he enjoyed utilizing and to exploit. Selbi had given him perfect opportunities to do so to nearly every citizen of the island, hypnotizing them to forget and remember things differently.

Back then, he had hummed this exact structure of notes to the citizens of Mist Harbor as he handed each a small candle to light in their window. The children he had watched had heard the melody the longest, enjoying the sweets and chocolates he had procured for them. He had planned ahead by planting the seeds of suggestion, and now tested to see if his efforts would bear fruit.

Playing the final coda, his melody repeats once more with the last note sighing mournfully over the sound of the crashing waves below. As the final note faded to silence, the windows of Mist Harbor began to glow one-by-one in the soft illumination of candles.
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===Awakenings ~ Vignettes(GM Quillic Vignette) [partial, Talinvor only] (12/29/2021)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [https://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2663 official forums by GS4-QUILIC] on 12/19/2021 at 12:43 PM EST.''
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|Talinvor's vision swam as he slowly returned to consciousness, and the first sensation that registered was nausea. He tried to focus, but failed miserably, the combination of blurred vision and the accompanying nausea stealing his thoughts as he tried to form them. He turned his head, attempting to get his bearings, but there was hardly any light, and what little he could find was a miasma of roiling confusion, and his stomach lurched painfully as his eyes attempted to make sense of the chaos.

Buried behind the confusion, he slowly began to register the pain. The sensation began to poke its way through the web of nausea, but then began to increase as whatever relief a lack of awareness had provided was stripped away. The pain... the torturous, indescribable pain... could not be pinpointed. It overwhelmed his system completely, and he bit his tongue hard to keep from shrieking in agony at the sensation. Deep within, he felt a cold fury begin to build. Whatever... whoever... was responsible for this, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing him scream.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, a combination of pain and anger, and he tasted the coppery tang of his own lacerated tongue in his mouth. The pain shifted suddenly, somehow becoming even more intense, but for the first time, the agony became localized at a point in his temple. A shriek wormed its way up his throat, but Talinvor forced it back down through sheer force of will, feeling his head spin once more and briefly wishing for unconsciousness... and then the pain ceased.

His head spun once more, but this was the euphoria of the absence of that hellish torture. His nerve endings sang a song of relief, and he felt himself slump as his muscles relaxed all at once. His jaw hung open and he rasped as he drug throaty, greedy gulps of air into his lungs.

"It is not much I require," a silky voice murmured from the darkness. Talinvor's head whipped toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing that could be seen. What little light was present in this space did nothing to illuminate whatever was in the darker recess.

"Who are you to require anything of me?" he demanded, his voice strident and clear, betraying none of the tremors he could feel racing through his system.

"One who waits," the voice murmured, an undercurrent of mirth in its tone.

"Waits?" Talinvor echoed, feeling his strength slowly return.

"For now," the voice agreed. "But while I wait... you must serve."

"Serve?! Do you know whom you are addressing?" Talinvor demanded.

"One who has had their tether cut," the voice responded evenly.

Talinvor blinked at that, then raised a hand to his temple, feeling a lance of pain as he encountered the torn flesh... but nothing more.

"How...?" he whispered.

"It is not much I require," the voice intoned, matching exactly the tone and meter of the previous utterance of the phrase.

"What, then?" Talinvor demanded, a sneer crawling across his face.

The light in the room shifted slightly, as a flickering torch somewhere behind Talinvor flared from some unnoticed breeze. With the barest glimpse of the recess, he was able to make out a massive black chair, and in it... a hulking form... but then the light was gone once more.

"You will serve my purposes ably, untethered one. When I call... you will answer."

Talinvor opened his mouth to object, but before he could utter a sound, all went black. He was vaguely aware of the passing of time, but when consciousness finally returned, he sat bolt upright in his own bed, gasping. One hand flew to his temple, where again, he found only a ragged wound. And nothing more.
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===The Fen of Rot (Player Vignette) (05/10/22)===
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| ''Originally posted on the [http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cities,%20Towns,%20and%20Outposts/Mist%20Harbor/view/2743 official forums by INSPADES] on 05/10/2022 at 07:36 PM EST.''
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'|~squish~

"Fething Korthyr’s balls!"

Breaking a branch, Talinvor scraped the offal from his boots and flung it as far into the distance as he could manage. The subsequent plop of it hitting the muck did not appear to improve his mood.

"It’s time," he argued to himself, rather matter of fact. It was only partly because he despised the swamp, but more because he felt that enough time had finally passed that Kothos might feel a little more desperate for his aid in saving Reynai from her horrid dreams. Reynai had been targeted more specifically with nightmares, seeing through Pashtal’s illusion. Her terror caused her to tear out her eyes in fear. The physical deformity could be healed, if she wished it - but for now, it was her internal belief that blindness was her safety.

“Why did I even offer to travel this wretched swamp again?” he wondered to himself. The sweat began to bead on his forehead and his clothing was stifling. Fanning himself, the erratic movement was less about cooling off as to keep the gnats from trying to fly up his nose.

The lack of any sort of breeze made the air thick and rancid. A burning sensation slid up his throat, and he retched as the scent of a decomposing creature lay halfway across the path. Pale maggots squirmed down into flesh and fur and emerged again as flies through the mouth, leaving and returning again in this cycle of decay.

"Putrefaction. Rot. These are the traits that Ivas claims now," he muttered to himself as he stepped carefully around to avoid soiling the bottom of his boots in something foul yet again. He hadn’t travelled through the Vipershroud much and the last he was at the temple here, the place was abandoned - absorbed in the same fester as the swamp. He wondered if it was the temple that caused the area to turn to swamp, or if the swamp caused the ruination of the temple. Still, it seemed that Kothos had made something of a home here and he hoped it was a bit more hospitable with creature comforts of wine and a hot clean bath when he arrived.

His mind found itself diving down that rabbit hole of philosophical questions, in an unexpected attempt to distract his sense of smell. He paired Arkati to their Lornon and Liabo counterparts and still failed to identify how Ivas paired with diseases and the rotting of flesh as this temple’s art depicted.

There was no breeze here, so the encompassing stagnation and stench of the air simply lingered. His mind forced himself to ignore it and continue his journey toward the temple. He considered his own teachings of Ivas were those of dangerous seduction - and reminded him how much he despised this particular representation of the Arkati. It fit more with whatever was the opposite of Imaera. “Was there one once?” he wondered to himself. “Can the Arkati absorb facets of each other when they die?”

He passed brackish water that stunk worse than old outhouses, causing him to struggle in maintaining his composure. The scent of sulphur made his eyes water as he passed a disgusting yellow pool that reminded him of a pustule. He watched it oozing over that cesspit as the foul air suddenly burst from its skin. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a scented cloth over his nose and mouth but it did little to help. The air just started to smell like shite and flowers.

But before long, he was waving it like some tiny flag of surrender to the true masters of the swamp.

Bugs. Particularly the flying kind.

He had finally reached the large tree that was carved through for passage. The air steamed with the putrid scent of insects and held the deafening drone of a million tiny wings. His hand irritatedly waved before his face, then clamped the cloth to it again as he choked in breath. He scanned quickly for the way through, but had to quickly squeeze his eyes shut again to dissuade the tiny monsters from trying to purposely fly up into them and resenting that his spells required him to actually open his mouth.

He had to concentrate to escape this infested six-legged sanctuary, his fingers aiding as needed. A shiver of disgust ran though his body as something very leggy slithered over his hand. Finally exiting that confined space, he was relieved when the swarms left him alone to return to their haven. Taking a large inhale of breath in relief, he immediately regretted it again.

"Fething swamp! Fething bugs!"

His foot squished. Again. This time, the mud would not release it and his boot stubbornly stuck like a sentinel fortress surrounded by a moat of filthy water. Hopping to regain his balance, he tugged his boot free and slid his foot back within its cold clammy soaked leather. His fists clenched as he took a calming breath, then scraped what he could off a nearby log. In so doing, he disturbed a group of slugs freshly sliming a trail in their meagre escape. In irritation with his other boot he simply squished them in turn. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he scraped off the ichor by stubbornly scuffing a few steps down the trail.

He exhaled another long drawn out sigh. “Ivasians. Sheruvians. Will we have Koar zealots from Tamzyrr next?” He had meant to say that in his head, but it came out in a vicious oath of frustration as he trudged on, swatting at mosquitoes as he growled under his breath. "I did promise, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself for the hundredth time since his first step in the swamp. He needed to fulfil his agreement both to Reynai and to Kothos, and going to the temple would demonstrate sincerity when he said such things.

He recalled that promise too, reminding himself again why he was here. The children had simply been moved off the island, but the damage was in their heads. And nightmares aren’t something that distance will fix. He knew something of the subconscious mind and how to retain lucidity. Self control. The realm of dreams and emotions could be tapped into by his particular bardic skills. His fingers reached into his case, touching the small paper kite that had proven it.

Calling his attention away from his thoughts, a sharp buzz near his ear caused him to growl once again in annoyance as the little pests were simply too numerous to kill with any real permanence. Still, he pulled up his hood to shadow his face. A smirk played across his features as he added the words to his bardic undertone, "An’sui Dhar!" The enchanted air around him shimmered until it exploded into a resonating ring of force. Thousands of insects exploded outward with a squish and fell like rain with a satisfying plop to the ground.

With his vengeance satiated for the moment, he slogged through the boglands as quickly as he could. He actually looked forward to meeting with Kothos and hoping to the entire pantheon and Noi’sho’rah himself, that he had a stocked bar.
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== '''Appearances''' ==

You see High Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into two chain-bound braids over each shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features. He has a faded x-shaped scar on his right temple.<br>
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You see Grand Lord Talinvor the Loremaster. <br>
He appears to be a Dhe'nar Dark Elf. <br>
He is strikingly tall and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to be youthful. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, straight jet black hair pulled into five asymmetrical ring-pierced braids with three over his left and two over his right shoulder, the rest left loose beneath a blackened silver headband. He has an angular face, a straight nose and strong, chiseled features.

==='''Additional Art'''===

[[Image:Talinvor_-_The_Smirk_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|left|The Smirk, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

[[Image:Talinvor_-_To_All_My_Haters_-_by_Farwin.jpg|500px|right|To All My Haters, by Farwin https://farwinart.carrd.co/]]

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