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Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2026-04-14T16:23:59Z

TWILSON:

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Almost all items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Items Available to Borrow=
Permanent Fletching Razor - Grapple Flares

Tart Kiln (also makes muffins)

Stove and all Cookware

Variable Pattern Knitting Needles

Chocolate Heater and Many Molds (see list below)

Gemcutter/Lapidary Boxes and Many Patterns (see list below)

Dermal Piercer

Frosting and Many Tips

Facepainting Paintsticks

Racing Roltons

Jerky Knife

Alcohol Still

Woodchopper Box

Papermaking Box

Bugs/Birds/Sea Creatures collecting items

Ice Cream Churn

Artist's Easel (fully unlocked)

Jeweler's Pliers

Puppets/Marionettes (many!)

Siegery Miniatures

Pinatas (2 unlocked)

Darkbox

Pirate Dice (9 sets)

Poker Dice (2 sets)

Unlocked Gambling Kit (2 kits)

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
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| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
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| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
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| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
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| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
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| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
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| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
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| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
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| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
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| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
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| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
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| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
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| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
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| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
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| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
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| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better. All of these are available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: XXX has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: XXX has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: XXX has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: XXX has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: XXX has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: XXX has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: XXX has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: XXX has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: XXX has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: XXX has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: XXX has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: XXX has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: XXX has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: XXX has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: XXX has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: XXX has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: XXX has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
|-
| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: XXX has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
|-
| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: XXX has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
|-
| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
|-
| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: XXX has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
|-
| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
|-
| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: XXX has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
|-
| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
|-
| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: XXX has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
|-
| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: XXX has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: XXX has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: XXX has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: XXX has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: XXX has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: XXX has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: XXX has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: XXX has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: XXX has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: XXX has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: XXX has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: XXX has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: XXX has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: XXX has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: XXX has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: XXX has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: XXX has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: XXX has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: XXX has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: XXX has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: XXX has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: XXX has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: XXX has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: XXX has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: XXX has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: XXX has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: XXX has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: XXX has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: XXX has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: XXX has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: XXX has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: XXX has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: XXX has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: XXX has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: XXX has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: XXX has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: XXX has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: XXX has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: XXX has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: XXX has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: XXX has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: XXX has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
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| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
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| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: XXX has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
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| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: XXX has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
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| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: XXX has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: XXX has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
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| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: XXX has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
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| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: XXX has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
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| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: XXX has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
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| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
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=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.
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| Collections of Items
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| avian-inked ashen silk ribbons || porcelain thimbles
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| braided doeskin straps || red-striped ivory silk ribbons
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| braided rose gold wires || rose-burnt nacre velvet ribbons
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| bronze-washed gilded amber feathers || rotund alabaster harp seals
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| charcoal and ecru tartan ribbons || semi-sheer merlot chiffon ribbons
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| coils of violet-dusked beads || silken measuring tape ribbons
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| cool-toned lyshaelyn beads || slender pallid silver wires
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| diminutive vergless lanterns || slim patinated brass rings
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| eight-point niveous glass snowflakes || spherical silver bells
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| flora-painted pale porcelain teacups || tiny abyssal onyx cats
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| fused electrum wires || tiny argent scoria tombstones
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| gilded snowflake lace ribbons || tiny black moonstone bats
|-
| gilt-foliated burgundy glass beads || tiny blonde oak mandrakes
|-
| gold-shot crimson plaid ribbons || tiny colorful dye vials
|-
| gradient pale blue glass beads || tiny ebon blown glass spiders
|-
| gradient sunset naiquard ribbons || tiny ghostwood rings
|-
| hand-tatted ecru lace ribbons || tiny gilded amber honeycombs
|-
| iridescent glimaergless bubbles || tiny jade-carved teadragons
|-
| jewel-toned velvet ribbons || tiny orange topaz pumpkins
|-
| lacquer-stiff vellum dachre cards || tiny pale chalcedony ghosts
|-
| marbled smoky faenor wires || tiny silver-wrought keys
|-
| miniature bright fabric bolts || tiny violet everine blossoms
|-
| miniature frosted crystal icicles || tiny-horned pale moonstone narwhals
|-
| miniscule jadewood teadragons || velvety evergreen-toned ribbons
|-
| perforated bronze starbursts || vert-stained dark brass wires
|-
| petite gilt-limned pinecones || wispy ghost white tulle ribbons
|}
=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Chocolate Molds=
The following is a list of chocolate molds available for loan, along with a heater. Bulk chocolate-making services are also available.

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2026-04-14T16:22:55Z

TWILSON:

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Items Available to Borrow=
Permanent Fletching Razor - Grapple Flares

Tart Kiln (also makes muffins)

Stove and all Cookware

Variable Pattern Knitting Needles

Chocolate Heater and Many Molds (see list below)

Gemcutter/Lapidary Boxes and Many Patterns (see list below)

Dermal Piercer

Frosting and Many Tips

Facepainting Paintsticks

Racing Roltons

Jerky Knife

Alcohol Still

Woodchopper Box

Papermaking Box

Bugs/Birds/Sea Creatures collecting items

Ice Cream Churn

Artist's Easel (fully unlocked)

Jeweler's Pliers

Puppets/Marionettes (many!)

Siegery Miniatures

Pinatas (2 unlocked)

Darkbox

Pirate Dice (9 sets)

Poker Dice (2 sets)

Unlocked Gambling Kit (2 kits)

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better. All of these are available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: XXX has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: XXX has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: XXX has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: XXX has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: XXX has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: XXX has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: XXX has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: XXX has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: XXX has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: XXX has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: XXX has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: XXX has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: XXX has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: XXX has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: XXX has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: XXX has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: XXX has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
|-
| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: XXX has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
|-
| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: XXX has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
|-
| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
|-
| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: XXX has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
|-
| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
|-
| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: XXX has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
|-
| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: XXX has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: XXX has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: XXX has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: XXX has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: XXX has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: XXX has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: XXX has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: XXX has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: XXX has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: XXX has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: XXX has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: XXX has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: XXX has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: XXX has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: XXX has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: XXX has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: XXX has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: XXX has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: XXX has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: XXX has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: XXX has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: XXX has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: XXX has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: XXX has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: XXX has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: XXX has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: XXX has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: XXX has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: XXX has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: XXX has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: XXX has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: XXX has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: XXX has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: XXX has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: XXX has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: XXX has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: XXX has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: XXX has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: XXX has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: XXX has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: XXX has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: XXX has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: XXX has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
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| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
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| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: XXX has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
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| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: XXX has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
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| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: XXX has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: XXX has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
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| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: XXX has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
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| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: XXX has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: XXX has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}

=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Collections of Items
|-
| avian-inked ashen silk ribbons || porcelain thimbles
|-
| braided doeskin straps || red-striped ivory silk ribbons
|-
| braided rose gold wires || rose-burnt nacre velvet ribbons
|-
| bronze-washed gilded amber feathers || rotund alabaster harp seals
|-
| charcoal and ecru tartan ribbons || semi-sheer merlot chiffon ribbons
|-
| coils of violet-dusked beads || silken measuring tape ribbons
|-
| cool-toned lyshaelyn beads || slender pallid silver wires
|-
| diminutive vergless lanterns || slim patinated brass rings
|-
| eight-point niveous glass snowflakes || spherical silver bells
|-
| flora-painted pale porcelain teacups || tiny abyssal onyx cats
|-
| fused electrum wires || tiny argent scoria tombstones
|-
| gilded snowflake lace ribbons || tiny black moonstone bats
|-
| gilt-foliated burgundy glass beads || tiny blonde oak mandrakes
|-
| gold-shot crimson plaid ribbons || tiny colorful dye vials
|-
| gradient pale blue glass beads || tiny ebon blown glass spiders
|-
| gradient sunset naiquard ribbons || tiny ghostwood rings
|-
| hand-tatted ecru lace ribbons || tiny gilded amber honeycombs
|-
| iridescent glimaergless bubbles || tiny jade-carved teadragons
|-
| jewel-toned velvet ribbons || tiny orange topaz pumpkins
|-
| lacquer-stiff vellum dachre cards || tiny pale chalcedony ghosts
|-
| marbled smoky faenor wires || tiny silver-wrought keys
|-
| miniature bright fabric bolts || tiny violet everine blossoms
|-
| miniature frosted crystal icicles || tiny-horned pale moonstone narwhals
|-
| miniscule jadewood teadragons || velvety evergreen-toned ribbons
|-
| perforated bronze starbursts || vert-stained dark brass wires
|-
| petite gilt-limned pinecones || wispy ghost white tulle ribbons
|}
=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Chocolate Molds=
The following is a list of chocolate molds available for loan, along with a heater. Bulk chocolate-making services are also available.

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)

2026-03-29T20:22:34Z

TWILSON: /* Appearance */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 

She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair lifted into a tumble of finger-teased curls beneath a crystal icicle diadem suspending a shower of ice blue diamond snowflakes. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a pair of luminous wings with gilt-hued specks of light.

She has a fan of steel feathers inset with tiny sapphires set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a blushing fairy tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, and a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-03-07T10:00:49Z

TWILSON: /* Clovertooth Hall Expansion */

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

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|roomname=Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow
|desc=A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see a gilded rectangular sign with icicles formed upon it, a towering motionless shadow and a copper-edged modwir podium.
|exits = north
|rnum=2428}}

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<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Ayaeron Aralock Ardenai
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Vacant

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be an adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==ICICLE's Abridged History==
Towards the end of 5117, unbeknownst to everyone at the time, then Mayor of Icemule, Nihala Winterberry, had come across a strange arcane tome locked away in Clovertooth Hall. She studied this tome until it led to her mysterious sickness. Deputy Mayor Hibbits Hoft then took over the day-to-day management of Icemule.

Efforts were made to diagnose and heal Mayor Nihala's illness, but to no avail. A citizen's attempt to read the tome was unsuccessful. Mayor Hibbits began acting suspiciously, and cries on the wind called for Hibbits, while figures moved in the shadows. Icemule was being invaded by all manner of creatures, nearly decimating our small, but fierce, group of protectors.

At the same time, an unknown group claiming to be the Far Market, arrived in Icemule. Word reached the townspeople that the Mayor had fallen, and rescuers were immediately dispatched to her cottage. As recovery efforts were made to revive Mayor Nihala, members of the Far Market stepped from the shadows. The leader of the Far Market explained there was a bounty and they were to retrieve the tome for their mysterious client. The leader gave Icemule days to decide if they were going to cooperate.

Because Icemule was struggling with their efforts to keep invasive creatures at bay, Deputy Mayor Hibbits formed a group of random citizens and non-citizens to help organize rescue efforts, as well as rebuild some of the damaged buildings around Icemule. He proclaimed it would be called ICICLE, which originally stood for the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.

The original founding members were Laralana, Arnylon, Arshwikk, Brokkrsten, Selaesia, Joness, Jalodg, Woulfgar, Brewyte and Dirvy. Later when Woulfgar and Brewyte stepped down, Enestrie and Zailon joined their ranks.

During their first official meeting, the group voted for Dirvy as the Chairperson, and plans were discussed for training and organizational needs. In the first year of ICICLE's formation, they were able to clear some land for a citizen's tent, renovated Flashfeet's Fine Fashions store and stocked it with some newer inventory, cleared a space for snowman building, and expanded Clovertooth Hall, prior to its fire and renovation.

Further projects were planned, including the citizen's lounge in Clovertooth Hall, a museum, a greenhouse that would be on the trail from Wehnimer's Landing to Icemule, a renovation of Wurt's Amulets, the implementation of an alarm and defense system for Icemule, and an embassy. But after Mayor Nihala's death, a new mayor took her place and renovation efforts were stopped shortly after.

Unable to fulfill their original purpose, ICICLE gravitated towards a new function, vowing to make Icemule the gaming and entertainment capital of Elanthia, that the founding Paradis halflings once hoped it would become. Because of this, ICICLE changed their name to the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment. In this current function, they are able to offer the citizens and visitors of Icemule almost every type of gambling imaginable.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Icemule Trace, South Road
|desc=The hoarse voices from the west are hard to understand. Either they are happy cries or anguished moans, or perhaps both. A group of enterprising youths approach you and ask for silvers, but continue along the road without pausing for your response. You also see a stone cottage, [[A tiny halfling tent sentinel|a tiny halfling tent sentinel]] and a large ice blue and white-striped tent that reads "Citizens Only" above the entrance.
|exits = north, east, south, west
|rnum=2410}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Reception
|desc=Town citizens mill about the open space of the tent, weaving in between the support poles and engaging in idle chatter. A few individuals cluster near a large announcement board, gossiping loudly. The distinct smell of freshly baked tarts wafts from a snowflake-carved modwir refreshment cart in one corner of the room. Near the rear of the tent, an icicle-engraved fel box stocked with tinder rests next to an iron brazier. The atmosphere lends a potential respite from the cold just outside. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the northeast, a snow white curtain heading to the southeast and a small silver-edged plaque.
|exits = out
|rnum=27031}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Meeting Area
|desc=Thick, ornate rugs depicting a colorful history of Icemule Trace layer the floors of the softly lit room. A masterfully crafted spherical metal stove commands attention in the center of the area surrounded by some plush velvet pillows. A woven manroot stalk bench sits opposite the curtain leading back to the reception. An occasional shadow from the stove dances across the tent walls. You also see an artfully designed white metal lectern, a rhimar-lined wooden barrel and a snow white curtain heading to the northwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27032}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Donations
|desc=In this comparatively smaller room of the tent, several large containers with neatly printed labels line one tent wall. A modwir bin labeled "Warm Stuffses" with partitions for numerous articles of clothing sits beside a scuffed balenite footlocker labeled "Fighting Stuffses" large enough to hold several weapons and pieces of armor. Winterberry-stained handprints cover the outside of an off-white wicker basket labeled "Belly Stuffses," likely a space reserved for tarts and other snacks. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the southwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27033}}

===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's Fine Fashions
|desc=Warmed by a halfling-sized cast iron stove, this room features several mannequins in various outfits. A small sign hangs near the dressing room, which is flanked by elegant fur coats and leather jackets. Pristine white polar bear furs, silvery arctic wolverine pelts, and shimmering ivory snowcat skins adorn the walls. A freshly retouched mural of Icemule Trace hangs above a small wooden door leading deeper into the shop. You also see a party tent token booth.
|exits = east, west, out
|rnum=3403}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Traveller's Togs
|desc=A row of wooden pegs lines one oak-paneled wall, displaying thick, colorful caps and scarves. The remaining three walls are covered in rich tapestries suspended from thick mithril rods that hang from the ceiling and embroidered with scenes of local wildlife. The floor is covered with a lush, white rug made to resemble snow. A long, glass case that holds a variety of mittens and gloves occupies one corner of the shop. A young sylvan apprentice tidies the shawls on a nearby wooden rack. You also see a small sign.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3404}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Fine Footwear
|desc=Pristine white walls accented with silvery swirls create the illusion of windblown snow. Several clear glass tables displaying slippers and shoes sit upon luxurious white carpet. Along the rear wall, two narrow glass shelves stand bearing several styles of boots. Positioned between the shelves is a small sign, with a smug-looking elven clerk close by. Off in one corner, a short stove filled with glowing embers offers limited amounts of warmth, making this room a bit colder than the rest.
|exits = east
|rnum=3405}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Original Outfits
|desc=Along the back wall of this room, an elegant gold-trimmed glass case bears several unique clothing designs, a small sign positioned neatly above it. On each adjacent wall, several wide shelves stand evenly spaced, their contents folded in neat stacks. Dancing light emanating from candelabras placed throughout the room illuminates the wares for sale. A stately oak desk rests atop an ornate rug in the center of the room. An older dwarven shopkeeper stands next to the desk, a welcoming smile on his face.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3406}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Pins and Pendants
|desc=Soft, white velvet fabric has been draped over the tops of various intricately carved counters, creating a bright showroom. Shimmering silver tinsel snowflakes draw eyes to the glittering wares on display. Inside a series of carved jewelry cases, small, white podiums exhibit semi-precious gems set in an assortment of earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets. A lively human clerk keeps a watchful eye on cases and customers alike. You also see a small sign.
|exits = west
|rnum=3407}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Sacks and Satchels
|desc=Dark, rich, wooden floors contrast the jewel-toned tiles adorning the walls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Centered on each tile is a metal rod bearing all manner of satchels and sacks. Spaced evenly throughout the room, dark wooden tables have been neatly stacked with assorted pouches, cases, and kits. A jovial giantman clerk tends to a wide fieldstone fireplace along the back wall next to a basket of sticks. You also see a small sign and a small wooden door.
|exits = out
|rnum=}}

===Clovertooth Hall Expansion===

[[File:Clovertooth Hall 5119.png|thumbnail|left]]

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Formal Dining Room
|desc=Subdued light provides the room with a warm glow as beeswax candles flicker in balenite sconces that line the honey oak walls. A large umcor tapestry occupies one wall, while the others are adorned with smaller arras of varying cultural origins. A long mahogany dining table lined with silk-cushioned high-back chairs dominates the room. The scent of freshly baked bread wafts through a pair of white oak doors as they swing open for waitstaff delivering trays to a cherrywood sideboard. A neat rubbish canister is tucked away in one corner. You also see some opaque sliding glass doors and a gilded plaque.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at tapestry

This hemp-backed tapestry stretches across the top half of the eastern oak wall. Two male gnomes amidst a snowy landscape are painted on the contour-enhancing umcor with mineral and berry pigments. They stand atop a hill shaking hands while beginning to walk away from each other. The leftmost gnome wears a fine workshirt, holds a hammer, and steps towards an icy town. The other, an aptol draped from his shoulders, dons a long bow and steps towards a frosty forest. A blood red tiny thread links them. You also notice a tiny snow owl in one corner.
There appears to be something written on it.
</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>read tapestry

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Untitled
</nowiki>}}
</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>look on sideboard

On the cherrywood sideboard:
food (2): a warm winterberry jam tart topped with vanilla ice cream, a piece of flourless coffee muffin with raspberry glaze.
other (23): a glass of apple and berry infused brandy, a piece of braided egg bread glazed with garlic butter, a small round loaf of acorn bread glazed with fennel butter, a warm double chocolate brownie with wine-infused cherries, a mug of rum-infused dark coffee, a shot of swirled pumpkin liquor topped with whipped cream, a bowl of whale blubber ice cream, a piece of grumbleberry cheesecake with a cookie crust, a honeysuckle biscuit served with apple blossom jelly, some fried oatcakes with grumbleberry jelly, a tall glass of chocolate-laced porter, some watermelon pistachio pudding, a platter of spicy grilled shrimp, a bowl of chunky potato soup, a bowl of chilled berry soup, some onion and savory tomato stew, some flatbread seasoned with thyme and sumac, a cattail flour torte topped with blackberry syrup, a mug of wild nettle tea, a chive and sausage-stuffed turnover, a glass of blue agave wine infused with snake venom, a piece of unsalted bread sprinkled with olive oil and vinegar, a mug of warm white spiced whiskey.
</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Formal Dining Room and Kitchen Designed by
Dirvy Britbane
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}
</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Kitchen
|desc=A pair of swinging white oak doors separates the kitchen and dining room, sealing off some of the noise from the bustling staff at work. A large fel cupboard occupies one corner, its doors ajar, revealing shelves stacked with fresh fruit and prepared desserts. The white marble counter is laden with cutting boards and a variety of knives and utensils. A red-faced halfling chef threatens his assistants with a rolling pin as they scurry about the kitchen preparing dishes for the guests in the dining room. You also see some extremely narrow spiral stairs leading down into the wine cellar.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at chef

The halfling chef has dull blond hair with white streaks contrasting his bright red face with a matching bulbous nose. He carries a thick, flour-dusted rolling pin which he is constantly thumping against his opposite palm. His white apron is pristine except for a jelly stain on the right side.
</pre>
'''Ambients''':

<pre{{log2}}>A red-faced halfling chef tastes one of the desserts on its way to the dining room before knocking it to the floor. "Unacceptable!" he roars at a bleary-eyed young assistant.

A red-faced halfling chef pulls out a small metal flask and takes a long swig. "Gods help me through this day," he comments to himself.

The chef eyes you warily before hollering sternly, "Get out of my kitchen!"

A red-faced halfling chef bellows, "Whose idea was it to play 'hide the secret ingredient'?!" As he marches around the kitchen, the assistants scurry out of the way.

A red-faced halfling chef shouts at a pimply young assistant, "I should fire you just for being ugly!" The girl runs through the oak doors, nearly in tears.

A red-faced halfling chef bangs his rolling pin loudly against a counter. "Are you deaf?!" he shrieks to an assistant. "I... need... more... WINTERBERRY!"

The chef stomps around authoritatively, a terrible grimace frozen upon his face.

"Clearly you need a lesson in Clovertooth Hall hospitality," the chef remarks angrily before taking a swing with his rolling pin at his sous chef.

The chef takes a sip of stew and makes a horrible face. "This tastes like a dirty yeti ate some bad rolton! Make it again!"

A red-faced halfling chef's face gets even redder as he screams, "We've got hungry patrons out there!"
</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Wine Cellar
|desc=Enclosed by stone walls, a cavernous room with arched ceilings opens at the foot of the spiral staircase. The cool, still air holds a faintly musty, earthen scent. Wooden wine barrels sit in stacks throughout the room. Built into the walls are latticed racks holding countless bottles of wine. Enormous, iron chandeliers cast a twinkling glow over the bottles, setting their rich, jewel tones alight. Despite a light coat of dust, each footfall upon the floor reverberates throughout the room.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Wine Cellar Designed by Laralana
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}
</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Second Floor Hall
|desc=Large grainy cedar double doors occupy the entire eastern wall of this room with a large silver plaque placed just above them. A glance through the propped open doors yields a view of a spacious, modern auditorium, and voices from all along the westerly corridor echoing throughout the torchlit hallway seem to become diminished here. Occasionally, someone passes through a small rounded door off to the side. You also see a detailed scrimshaw portrait on a tundra giant's tooth.
|exits = west
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Nihala's Auditorium and Backstage Area
Designed by Selaesia
Co-Commissioned by Mayor Tawariell Andrenae
Co-Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
5118
</nowiki>}}
</pre>

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
|-
|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
|}

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-03-07T09:55:53Z

TWILSON: /* Current Officers */ Removed an officer, changed the name of an officer (player changed character's name)

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow
|desc=A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see a gilded rectangular sign with icicles formed upon it, a towering motionless shadow and a copper-edged modwir podium.
|exits = north
|rnum=2428}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Ayaeron Aralock Ardenai
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Vacant

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be an adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==ICICLE's Abridged History==
Towards the end of 5117, unbeknownst to everyone at the time, then Mayor of Icemule, Nihala Winterberry, had come across a strange arcane tome locked away in Clovertooth Hall. She studied this tome until it led to her mysterious sickness. Deputy Mayor Hibbits Hoft then took over the day-to-day management of Icemule.

Efforts were made to diagnose and heal Mayor Nihala's illness, but to no avail. A citizen's attempt to read the tome was unsuccessful. Mayor Hibbits began acting suspiciously, and cries on the wind called for Hibbits, while figures moved in the shadows. Icemule was being invaded by all manner of creatures, nearly decimating our small, but fierce, group of protectors.

At the same time, an unknown group claiming to be the Far Market, arrived in Icemule. Word reached the townspeople that the Mayor had fallen, and rescuers were immediately dispatched to her cottage. As recovery efforts were made to revive Mayor Nihala, members of the Far Market stepped from the shadows. The leader of the Far Market explained there was a bounty and they were to retrieve the tome for their mysterious client. The leader gave Icemule days to decide if they were going to cooperate.

Because Icemule was struggling with their efforts to keep invasive creatures at bay, Deputy Mayor Hibbits formed a group of random citizens and non-citizens to help organize rescue efforts, as well as rebuild some of the damaged buildings around Icemule. He proclaimed it would be called ICICLE, which originally stood for the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.

The original founding members were Laralana, Arnylon, Arshwikk, Brokkrsten, Selaesia, Joness, Jalodg, Woulfgar, Brewyte and Dirvy. Later when Woulfgar and Brewyte stepped down, Enestrie and Zailon joined their ranks.

During their first official meeting, the group voted for Dirvy as the Chairperson, and plans were discussed for training and organizational needs. In the first year of ICICLE's formation, they were able to clear some land for a citizen's tent, renovated Flashfeet's Fine Fashions store and stocked it with some newer inventory, cleared a space for snowman building, and expanded Clovertooth Hall, prior to its fire and renovation.

Further projects were planned, including the citizen's lounge in Clovertooth Hall, a museum, a greenhouse that would be on the trail from Wehnimer's Landing to Icemule, a renovation of Wurt's Amulets, the implementation of an alarm and defense system for Icemule, and an embassy. But after Mayor Nihala's death, a new mayor took her place and renovation efforts were stopped shortly after.

Unable to fulfill their original purpose, ICICLE gravitated towards a new function, vowing to make Icemule the gaming and entertainment capital of Elanthia, that the founding Paradis halflings once hoped it would become. Because of this, ICICLE changed their name to the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment. In this current function, they are able to offer the citizens and visitors of Icemule almost every type of gambling imaginable.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Icemule Trace, South Road
|desc=The hoarse voices from the west are hard to understand. Either they are happy cries or anguished moans, or perhaps both. A group of enterprising youths approach you and ask for silvers, but continue along the road without pausing for your response. You also see a stone cottage, [[A tiny halfling tent sentinel|a tiny halfling tent sentinel]] and a large ice blue and white-striped tent that reads "Citizens Only" above the entrance.
|exits = north, east, south, west
|rnum=2410}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Reception
|desc=Town citizens mill about the open space of the tent, weaving in between the support poles and engaging in idle chatter. A few individuals cluster near a large announcement board, gossiping loudly. The distinct smell of freshly baked tarts wafts from a snowflake-carved modwir refreshment cart in one corner of the room. Near the rear of the tent, an icicle-engraved fel box stocked with tinder rests next to an iron brazier. The atmosphere lends a potential respite from the cold just outside. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the northeast, a snow white curtain heading to the southeast and a small silver-edged plaque.
|exits = out
|rnum=27031}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Meeting Area
|desc=Thick, ornate rugs depicting a colorful history of Icemule Trace layer the floors of the softly lit room. A masterfully crafted spherical metal stove commands attention in the center of the area surrounded by some plush velvet pillows. A woven manroot stalk bench sits opposite the curtain leading back to the reception. An occasional shadow from the stove dances across the tent walls. You also see an artfully designed white metal lectern, a rhimar-lined wooden barrel and a snow white curtain heading to the northwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27032}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Donations
|desc=In this comparatively smaller room of the tent, several large containers with neatly printed labels line one tent wall. A modwir bin labeled "Warm Stuffses" with partitions for numerous articles of clothing sits beside a scuffed balenite footlocker labeled "Fighting Stuffses" large enough to hold several weapons and pieces of armor. Winterberry-stained handprints cover the outside of an off-white wicker basket labeled "Belly Stuffses," likely a space reserved for tarts and other snacks. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the southwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27033}}

===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's Fine Fashions
|desc=Warmed by a halfling-sized cast iron stove, this room features several mannequins in various outfits. A small sign hangs near the dressing room, which is flanked by elegant fur coats and leather jackets. Pristine white polar bear furs, silvery arctic wolverine pelts, and shimmering ivory snowcat skins adorn the walls. A freshly retouched mural of Icemule Trace hangs above a small wooden door leading deeper into the shop. You also see a party tent token booth.
|exits = east, west, out
|rnum=3403}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Traveller's Togs
|desc=A row of wooden pegs lines one oak-paneled wall, displaying thick, colorful caps and scarves. The remaining three walls are covered in rich tapestries suspended from thick mithril rods that hang from the ceiling and embroidered with scenes of local wildlife. The floor is covered with a lush, white rug made to resemble snow. A long, glass case that holds a variety of mittens and gloves occupies one corner of the shop. A young sylvan apprentice tidies the shawls on a nearby wooden rack. You also see a small sign.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3404}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Fine Footwear
|desc=Pristine white walls accented with silvery swirls create the illusion of windblown snow. Several clear glass tables displaying slippers and shoes sit upon luxurious white carpet. Along the rear wall, two narrow glass shelves stand bearing several styles of boots. Positioned between the shelves is a small sign, with a smug-looking elven clerk close by. Off in one corner, a short stove filled with glowing embers offers limited amounts of warmth, making this room a bit colder than the rest.
|exits = east
|rnum=3405}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Original Outfits
|desc=Along the back wall of this room, an elegant gold-trimmed glass case bears several unique clothing designs, a small sign positioned neatly above it. On each adjacent wall, several wide shelves stand evenly spaced, their contents folded in neat stacks. Dancing light emanating from candelabras placed throughout the room illuminates the wares for sale. A stately oak desk rests atop an ornate rug in the center of the room. An older dwarven shopkeeper stands next to the desk, a welcoming smile on his face.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3406}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Pins and Pendants
|desc=Soft, white velvet fabric has been draped over the tops of various intricately carved counters, creating a bright showroom. Shimmering silver tinsel snowflakes draw eyes to the glittering wares on display. Inside a series of carved jewelry cases, small, white podiums exhibit semi-precious gems set in an assortment of earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets. A lively human clerk keeps a watchful eye on cases and customers alike. You also see a small sign.
|exits = west
|rnum=3407}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Sacks and Satchels
|desc=Dark, rich, wooden floors contrast the jewel-toned tiles adorning the walls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Centered on each tile is a metal rod bearing all manner of satchels and sacks. Spaced evenly throughout the room, dark wooden tables have been neatly stacked with assorted pouches, cases, and kits. A jovial giantman clerk tends to a wide fieldstone fireplace along the back wall next to a basket of sticks. You also see a small sign and a small wooden door.
|exits = out
|rnum=}}

===Clovertooth Hall Expansion===

[[File:Clovertooth Hall 5119.png|thumbnail|left]]

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Formal Dining Room
|desc=Subdued light provides the room with a warm glow as beeswax candles flicker in balenite sconces that line the honey oak walls. A large umcor tapestry occupies one wall, while the others are adorned with smaller arras of varying cultural origins. A long mahogany dining table lined with silk-cushioned high-back chairs dominates the room. The scent of freshly baked bread wafts through a pair of white oak doors as they swing open for waitstaff delivering trays to a cherrywood sideboard. A neat rubbish canister is tucked away in one corner. You also see some opaque sliding glass doors and a gilded plaque.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at tapestry

This hemp-backed tapestry stretches across the top half of the eastern oak wall. Two male gnomes amidst a snowy landscape are painted on the contour-enhancing umcor with mineral and berry pigments. They stand atop a hill shaking hands while beginning to walk away from each other. The leftmost gnome wears a fine workshirt, holds a hammer, and steps towards an icy town. The other, an aptol draped from his shoulders, dons a long bow and steps towards a frosty forest. A blood red tiny thread links them. You also notice a tiny snow owl in one corner.
There appears to be something written on it.

<pre{{log2}}>
>read tapestry

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Untitled
</nowiki>}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look on sideboard

On the cherrywood sideboard:
food (2): a warm winterberry jam tart topped with vanilla ice cream, a piece of flourless coffee muffin with raspberry glaze.
other (23): a glass of apple and berry infused brandy, a piece of braided egg bread glazed with garlic butter, a small round loaf of acorn bread glazed with fennel butter, a warm double chocolate brownie with wine-infused cherries, a mug of rum-infused dark coffee, a shot of swirled pumpkin liquor topped with whipped cream, a bowl of whale blubber ice cream, a piece of grumbleberry cheesecake with a cookie crust, a honeysuckle biscuit served with apple blossom jelly, some fried oatcakes with grumbleberry jelly, a tall glass of chocolate-laced porter, some watermelon pistachio pudding, a platter of spicy grilled shrimp, a bowl of chunky potato soup, a bowl of chilled berry soup, some onion and savory tomato stew, some flatbread seasoned with thyme and sumac, a cattail flour torte topped with blackberry syrup, a mug of wild nettle tea, a chive and sausage-stuffed turnover, a glass of blue agave wine infused with snake venom, a piece of unsalted bread sprinkled with olive oil and vinegar, a mug of warm white spiced whiskey.

<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Formal Dining Room and Kitchen Designed by
Dirvy Britbane
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Kitchen
|desc=A pair of swinging white oak doors separates the kitchen and dining room, sealing off some of the noise from the bustling staff at work. A large fel cupboard occupies one corner, its doors ajar, revealing shelves stacked with fresh fruit and prepared desserts. The white marble counter is laden with cutting boards and a variety of knives and utensils. A red-faced halfling chef threatens his assistants with a rolling pin as they scurry about the kitchen preparing dishes for the guests in the dining room. You also see some extremely narrow spiral stairs leading down into the wine cellar.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at chef

The halfling chef has dull blond hair with white streaks contrasting his bright red face with a matching bulbous nose. He carries a thick, flour-dusted rolling pin which he is constantly thumping against his opposite palm. His white apron is pristine except for a jelly stain on the right side.

'''Ambients''':

<pre{{log2}}>A red-faced halfling chef tastes one of the desserts on its way to the dining room before knocking it to the floor. "Unacceptable!" he roars at a bleary-eyed young assistant.

A red-faced halfling chef pulls out a small metal flask and takes a long swig. "Gods help me through this day," he comments to himself.

The chef eyes you warily before hollering sternly, "Get out of my kitchen!"

A red-faced halfling chef bellows, "Whose idea was it to play 'hide the secret ingredient'?!" As he marches around the kitchen, the assistants scurry out of the way.

A red-faced halfling chef shouts at a pimply young assistant, "I should fire you just for being ugly!" The girl runs through the oak doors, nearly in tears.

A red-faced halfling chef bangs his rolling pin loudly against a counter. "Are you deaf?!" he shrieks to an assistant. "I... need... more... WINTERBERRY!"

The chef stomps around authoritatively, a terrible grimace frozen upon his face.

"Clearly you need a lesson in Clovertooth Hall hospitality," the chef remarks angrily before taking a swing with his rolling pin at his sous chef.

The chef takes a sip of stew and makes a horrible face. "This tastes like a dirty yeti ate some bad rolton! Make it again!"

A red-faced halfling chef's face gets even redder as he screams, "We've got hungry patrons out there!"

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Wine Cellar
|desc=Enclosed by stone walls, a cavernous room with arched ceilings opens at the foot of the spiral staircase. The cool, still air holds a faintly musty, earthen scent. Wooden wine barrels sit in stacks throughout the room. Built into the walls are latticed racks holding countless bottles of wine. Enormous, iron chandeliers cast a twinkling glow over the bottles, setting their rich, jewel tones alight. Despite a light coat of dust, each footfall upon the floor reverberates throughout the room.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Wine Cellar Designed by Laralana
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Second Floor Hall
|desc=Large grainy cedar double doors occupy the entire eastern wall of this room with a large silver plaque placed just above them. A glance through the propped open doors yields a view of a spacious, modern auditorium, and voices from all along the westerly corridor echoing throughout the torchlit hallway seem to become diminished here. Occasionally, someone passes through a small rounded door off to the side. You also see a detailed scrimshaw portrait on a tundra giant's tooth.
|exits = west
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Nihala's Auditorium and Backstage Area
Designed by Selaesia
Co-Commissioned by Mayor Tawariell Andrenae
Co-Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
5118
</nowiki>}}

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
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{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
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|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
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==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Fishing

2026-03-07T05:37:54Z

TWILSON: /* Locations */ Added ICICLE's pond.

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'''Fishing''' is a popular pastime in [[Elanthia]]. By using certain [[fishing equipment]] - at minimum, a fishing rod with line and a lure attached - in a designated fishing area, anyone can catch fish of all sizes.

The fishing system was updated in December, 2025, by GM Auchand with the "Artisan Fishing System" overhaul. This completely replaced the original fishing system. Instead of relying on luck and stats, fishing instead rewards use of the system by awarding ranks, similar to [[artisan skill]]s. However, it is ''not'' a formal artisan skill and does not count against them when learning how to fish. This update left in place all fishing equipment, which remains fully functional with this new fishing system.

The original [[/Legacy fishing system|legacy fishing system]] utilized only items as part of the fishing experience, with what was described as a very complex back end system designed to mimic real world fishing that took into account time of day and the season with regard to when fish were more likely to bite. It relied heavily on the [[strength]] stat for fishing success as well as a great deal of luck.

==Equipment==
{{main|Fishing equipment}}
The cost of [[fishing equipment]] varies depending on material, design, quality, and quantity. See the [[:Category: Fishing shops|Fishing Shops category]] for inventory.

;[[Fishing equipment#Fishing Rod|Fishing Rod]]
The fishing rod is used as the basis for fishing. A fishing rod needs, at minimum, some [[#Line|line]] attached as well as a [[#Lure|lure]] of some type. Without a [[#Sinker|sinker]], the line can be cast out at just the surface level. Adding a sinker will allow the line to be cast at middle depth or bottom depth, depending on the sinker weight. Attached lures and sinkers can be removed via {{boldmono|GET}}.

While not shown in the analyze, a rod with a line attached can be {{boldmono|CUT}} to remove an already-attached line. Removing a line by this method destroys the line on the rod but also allows for it to be replaced if it has been damaged via use.

All fishing rods are created equal. {{boldmono|[[Verb:RAISE|RAISE]]}} (far), {{boldmono|[[Verb:WAVE|WAVE]]}} (medium distance), or {{boldmono|[[Verb:PUSH|PUSH]]}} (very close) the rod to cast at different lengths. {{boldmono|[[Verb:PULL|PULL]]}} the rod to reel it in. Alternatively, just use the {{boldmono|[[Verb:FISHING|FISH]]}} command for it all.

;[[Fishing equipment#Line|Line]]
A line is required to use a fishing rod. Lines come in the form of a string, line, or wire that is coiled up, and a portion can be cut off of the entire spool via {{boldmono|PULL}}. Once removed from the spool, the cut line can be added to a fishing rod via {{boldmono|PUT}}. Lines can come in different strengths, which can be identified via {{boldmono|LOOK}}. Lines purchased at pay events such as [[Ebon Gate]] are generally the strongest available.

As line is used while attached to a [[#Fishing Rod|fishing rod]], its condition degrades. Weaker lines degrade faster than stronger lines. Using {{boldmono|LOOK ROD}} will indicate the condition of the line. Line condition starts at "excellent condition" then goes to "decent condition", then "showing signs of wear", and finally "frayed and in danger of snapping soon" when it is nearing its end.

More expensive fishing lines last longer. When your line breaks, any lure and sinker that are attached to it are lost.

;[[Fishing equipment#Lure|Lures]]
A lure is required to use a fishing rod. It can be added to a fishing rod via {{boldmono|PUT}}. Lures may be general and work for all depths of fishing, or they may be set up to work best at a certain depth, such as on the surface. Using {{boldmono|LOOK}} with a lure will identify what depths it works best at as well as the bonus it provides for each depth.

The three basic depths for lures are for fishing on the surface, at middle depth, or on the bottom.

;[[Fishing equipment#Sinker|Sinkers]]
A sinker is an optional item to use on a fishing rod. It can be added to a fishing rod via {{boldmono|PUT}}. A sinker will cause the cast line to sink to a lower depth, either middle depth or to the bottom, depending on the sinker's weight. Using either {{boldmono|LOOK}} or {{boldmono|WEIGH}} with a sinker will identify how far it will cause a line's hook to sink in a body of water - either to the middle depth or to the bottom.

No sinker is needed for surface fishing.

;Additional Equipment
Special [[rhimar]]-lined '''[[fishing creel]]s''' and chests preserve caught fish. Without a creel or preserving chest, the fish can go bad or escape.

The '''[[Super-Fish-All Tackle Box]]''' is a multi-purpose container that serves as an "-inator" to store lures, weights, and lines, plus, at higher unlocks, serve as a rhimar-lined creel to weightlessly preserve caught live fish.

The '''[[Bugs 2 Lure Jig]]''' allows for the crafting of fishing lures from fishing line (of any quality) and gemstone bugs caught with a [[Bugs on Parade Bug Jar]].

==Fishing Shops==
Fishing shops are located in a number of towns across Elanthia. In addition to these permanent town shops, both standard and specialty fishing gear is sometimes sold at [[festival]]s and [[pay event]]s.
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==How to Fish==
With the December, 2025, Artisan Fishing System overhaul, fishing is now completely updated to no longer rely on luck and the [[strength]] stat but instead on earned fishing skill ranks. While referred to as the Artisan Fishing System, it is '''not''' part of the [[Artisan skill|Artisan Skill]] system and will not count towards max Artisan Skill ranks. Additionally, fishing does not provide [[EXPERIENCE|EXP]]. Fishing uses fishing skill levels as the basis for its skill check, with 100 being the maximum fishing skill level.

==={{boldmono|FISH}} Command===
{{main|Verb:FISHING}}
Most fishing related actions use the {{boldmono|FISH}} verb. Some items, such as the [[Fishing equipment#Fishing Rod|fishing rod]], emulate the {{boldmono|FISH}} command with verb traps tied to manipulating the fishing rod itself.

The main actions include {{boldmono|FISH CAST {distance}}} to cast the line and {{boldmono|FISH REEL}} to try to reel it back in. Meanwhile, {{boldmono|FISH SENSE}} can identify if your current location is a fishing spot.

In addition, {{boldmono|FISH PERKS}} allows you to view and manage current [[#Fishing Perks|fising perks]] while {{boldmono|FISH STATUS}} lets you view your current fishing level as well as any active fishing perks.

Lastly, {{boldmono|FISH TOTAL}} is a running tally of all of your catches (and misses). This includes all fish caught via the [[/Legacy fishing system|legacy fishing system]] as part of the total. The count of [[#Fishing Line|lines snapped]] is new as of the fishing system overhaul.

=== The Basics ===
Before you can begin fishing, you will first need to locate a fishing hole and bring your fishing equipment. You can determine whether or not you are in a fishing area via {{boldmono|FISH SENSE}}. See the [[#Locations|locations table]] for a list of known fishing areas. Fishing holes respond to fishing pressure and, if too many fish are caught in too short of a time, you will not be able to catch fish there again until some time has passed and the fish have recovered.

At minimum, a [[Fishing equipment#Fishing Rod|fishing rod]] equipped with both [[Fishing equipment#Line|line]] and a [[Fishing equipment#Lure|lure]] is needed to fish while in a fishing area. A [[Fishing equipment#sinker|sinker]] is an optional attachment that can allow you to fish at different depths other than just the water's surface.

{{boldmono|LOOKing}} at lures before attaching them to a rod will indicate the numerical bonus for each depth, with +16 being the highest bonus. Once attached, you can {{boldmono|LOOK ROD}} to see everything attached, including their benefits and bonuses. Lures and sinkers can be removed from a rod with {{boldmono|GET}}. A fishing line can be removed from the rod with {{boldmono|CUT}}, however this will destroy the line in the process.

Once you have all of your equipment in hand and are at a proper fishing spot, use the {{boldmono|[[Verb:FISHING|FISH]]}} verb to begin fishing. Catching fish, reeling, and filleting fish can increase your fishing skill level. Fish now appear with far greater frequency compared to legacy fishing, but the reeling process may last much longer, sometimes ten minutes or more. Fishing allows players to potentially catch fish in the 200-300lb range with frequency. If done correctly, line snaps should be much rarer than prior to the fishing system overhaul.

=== Casting ===
To start, hold your fishing rod - with attached line and lure - in one hand and {{boldmono|FISH CAST {distance}}} while in a fishing area.

When casting a line, you can select {{boldmono|FISH CAST NEAR}}, {{boldmono|MIDDLE}}, or {{boldmono|FAR}}. This is a risk/reward system with the further distances being more difficult to reel but potentially more rewarding with larger or rarer fish. It is recommended to select {{boldmono|NEAR}} until several fishing skill level ranks are earned.

Using a [[Fishing equipment#Fishing Rod|fishing rod]]'s verb traps for {{boldmono|PUSH}} (near), {{boldmono|WAVE}} (middle), and {{boldmono|RAISE}} (far) when manipulating the fishing rod emulate the use of {{boldmono|FISH CAST {distance}}}. They can be used interchangeably with the {{boldmono|FISH}} command.

=== Hooking a Fish ===
Once a line is cast, frequent rolls are made to attract and hook a fish. Using the correct type of lure at the correct depth will provide a bonus to a successful hook. You will know when you catch a fish!

<pre{{log2}}>You feel a brief jerk on your line before it begins to reel out wildly. You manage to yank your black fishing rod back to set the hook. The rod bends and its tip dips as the catch on your line weaves back and forth in a frantic effort to escape!</pre>

=== Reeling ===
Once a line has been cast out, it can be brought in via {{boldmono|FISH REEL}}. (Using {{boldmono|PULL ROD}} with a fishing rod emulates this command.) If no fish is on the line, it can be reeled in very quickly. However, if a fish is hooked on the line, it will fight the reeling process.

When reeling a hooked fish, a roll is made to reel the fish closer (success = rolls 100 or higher), and the fish makes a roll to try and swim further away. Success on a reel attempt means that you will draw the fish in closer. Failure means the line will stay where it is. If the fish succeeds in its own roll, then the line will go out further away from you, up until it reaches its maximum length. The goal is to reduce the distance to zero before the line snaps.

'''Reeling success factors''' contributing to roll success include:
* Fishing skill level
* Size of fish (with larger fish being more difficult to reel in)
* Some fishing perks when activated
* Distance from shore or dock: since the goal is to reduce the distance to zero, casting line to further distances will be more difficult.

The strength stat is ''no longer'' a factor in reeling success.

=== Line Condition ===
[[Fishing equipment#Line|Fishing line]] has both a '''quality''' and a '''condition'''. The quality of a line determines how quickly it degrades, with higher quality lines degrading at a slower rate than lower quality lines. The condition of the line is how much wear and tear it has endured and, ultimately, an indicator of when it might snap.

Condition is of the utmost importance while actively fishing. Fishing line condition degrades with use, and it is recommended to {{boldmono|LOOK ROD}} before each cast. This will show you the current condition of your fishing line. Fishing line will degrade in the following stages: Excellent - Decent - Showing signs of use - Frayed and in danger of snapping soon. Once the line has degraded, use {{boldmono|CUT MY ROD}} to remove the current line and then replace it with a new line. Note that cutting a rod with a lure and weight on the line will deposit these items into the [[Inventory|alongside]] inventory slot.

Fishing lines are sold in various quality levels. {{boldmono|LOOK}} at fishing line to determine its quality levels, which include:
* Exceptionally Strong
* Quite sturdy and strong
* Decently strong

It is recommended to only use the strongest quality line available, as it will degrade much slower thus providing a higher chance of a successful catch. Exceptional quality fishing line is available at [[Flimgrimy's Fishing Finds]] in [[Mist Harbor]] in the form of '''a spool of thin silver wire'''.

If a line snaps while a fish is still hooked and before it has been reeled in completely, anything attached to the rod - line, lure, and sinker - will be '''lost''' in the process.

=== Filleting Fish ===
Fish can be filleted using {{boldmono|CUT MY <FISH> WITH MY <WEAPON>}}, but a skill check is required to produce a successful fillet. Factors impacting fillet success include:
* Fishing skill level
* Weapon type, with a dagger style weapon increasing success.
* Weapon description: the KNIFE noun and FILLET adjectives provide a bonus.
* Weapon enchant level provides a bonus, with a 10x enchant providing the greatest bonus.
Therefore, a 10x dagger style weapon with the description of "fillet knife" will provide the greatest bonus.

Fish fillets can then be cooked over a suitable fire or used as an ingredient in the various [[:Category:Cooking system|cooking]] craft systems. See the [[#Locations|locations table]] for information on the locations of cooking fires.

=== Fishing Perks ===
Fishing perks are granted as skill level increases. Perks are available under the {{boldmono|[[Verb:FISHING|FISH PERK]]}} verb and include:
# Fishbane: Fish stamina falls faster when pulling in a line or struggling against a fish.
# Reel Expertise: Pulling in a line or struggling against a fish strains your fishing line less.
# Angler's Eye: You will see additional information when using FISH SENSE.
# Lucky Lure: You have an increased chance to find higher quality fish.
# Goliath Seeker: Your catches have an increased chance to be heavier.
# Deft Knife: You have an increased chance to successfully fillet fish.

Activating a fishing perk is done via {{boldmono|FISH PERK ACTIVATE {x} {y}}}, with {x} representing the perk number from the above list and {y} representing an available fishing perk slot. One perk slot is awarded at fishing level 10, with an additional perk slot awarded at level 25.

==Locations ==
{| class="wikitable sortable"
! scope="col"|City or Town
! scope="col"|Location
! scope="col"|Fishing Hole
! scope="col"|Cooking Fire
! scope="col"|Description
|-
| scope="row"|The [[Flotilla]]||Kestral Pier||Y||N||
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| scope="row"|Halan Lea||[[Khesta 'Dahl]]||Y|| ||[Shore of Khesta 'Dahl] (8022010) Note: Multiple other rooms in the area are fishing locations
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| scope="row"|[[Icemule Trace]]||[[Fenog's Regulars]]||Y||Y||The cooking fire is at the Frozen Pond (Lich #26930).
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| scope="row"|[[Icemule Trace]]||[[White Haven]]||Y||Y||The cooking fire is at Ice Pond through the Grand Courtyard (Lich #15698).
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| scope="row"|[[Icemule Trace]]||[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]||Y||Y||The cooking fire is at the frozen pond (lich# 34392 / u18019010). ICICLE is entirely open to the public.
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| scope="row"|[[Icemule Trace]]||The Frostmain, Black Jetty||Y||Y||[The Frostmain, Black Jetty] (7133028) The cooking fire is inside the small dark shack.
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| scope="row"|[[Icemule Trace]]||The Frostmain, Talbot's Point||Y||Y||[The Frostmain, Talbot's Point] (7133030) The cooking fire is E and GO SHACK
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| scope="row"|[[Kraken's Fall]]||Fishing Pier||Y||U||[Fishing Pier] (7118266) The pier and shop down the cultivated path four rooms east of The Wandering Eye Market (TSC).
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| scope="row"|[[Locksmehr River]]||Half-Sunk Dock||Y||N||This area is accessible only by a dingy from either Wehnimer's Landing or under the bridge where the [[Locksmehr River Ferry]] used to run.
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| scope="row"|[[Locksmehr River]]||Locksmehr Bridge, Dock||Y|| ||This area is accessible by taking a dingy from Wehnimer's Landing or GO DOCK from Vipershroud, River Bank (ROOMID 2190036) [Note: DOCK is not shown in the room description and will not show up as a result of ANALYZE ROOM.]
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| scope="row"|[[Mist Harbor]]||Western Harbor, Jetty ||Y ||Y||Northwest of [[Flimgrimy's Fishing Finds]]
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| scope="row"|[[Mist Harbor]]||Western Harbor, Pier Three||Y ||N||By the ferry
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| scope="row"|[[Nielira Harbor]]||Boardwalk||Y||N||There two fishing holes on the boardwalk.
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]]||[[Beacon Hall Archive]]||Y||Y||Fireplace in the Common Room. Note that the fireplace is a trash barrel, so {{boldmono|PUT MY FISH IN FIRE IN FIRE}}.
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]]||Dilapidated Pier||Y|| U||[River's Rest, Dilapidated Pier] (155005) Upper is original fishing pier. Lower is new fishing pier with access to the fishing shop.
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]]||Fleet Captain's Dock||Y||N||Go to the Fleet Captain's Yard (Lich #10888), then {{boldmono|NORTH, NORTHEAST, NORTHEAST, NORTHWEST, NORTH, GO DOCK}}.
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]] ||Floating Dock, Tempest River||Y||U||
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]]||Smuggler's Cove, Landing||Y||U||
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]]||Underbridge||Y||N||Southeastern side of the Warrens (Lich #10839)
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| scope="row"|[[River's Rest]]||[[The Warren]]||Y||N||River walk (Lich #17662), then {{boldmono|GO DOCK}} (Lich #17664)
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| scope="row"|[[Solhaven]]||[[Cairnfang Manor]]|| Y||Y||Cairnfang Manor, Pond (u106005/22109). Firepit is one east in the Garden (u106005/22114).
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| scope="row"|[[Solhaven]]||Solhaven, Charl's Quay||Y|| N||Roughly west of Liabo Plaza in Solhaven (u4209097/1488)
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| scope="row"|[[Solhaven]]||Solhaven, Fishmarket Pier|| Y|| N||West of South Market in South Haven (u4902076/1580)
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| scope="row"|[[Solhaven]]||Solhaven, North 'Haven Quay ||Y|| N||Roughly northwest of the locker warehouse in Solhaven (u4209095/1484)
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| scope="row"|[[Solhaven]]||Solhaven, Pier's End||Y|| N||Roughly west of North Market in Solhaven (u4209093/32812)
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| scope="row"|[[Solhaven]]||Sunderer's Glaive, Bobo's Park||Y||N||From Changeling Bending, which is northeast of South Market in South Haven, {{boldmono|GO SLOPE}} then {{boldmono|DOWN}}
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| scope="row"|[[Ta'Illistim]] ||Tyramia Hollow|| N|| Y||To reach the fire pit from the start of the trail, {{boldmono|GO BRIDGE}}, {{boldmono|SOUTH}}, {{boldmono|SOUTHWEST}}, {{boldmono|SOUTHEAST}}. (Lich #13456)
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| scope="row"|[[Ta'Illistim]]||[[Veythorne Manor]]||Y||Y||Cooking fire is on the west side of Veythorne Manor in the throwing dagger game room (Lich #13410). To reach the shop (Lich #13402), go to the north of Veythorne Manor, head two east of the west gate of the Garden, and {{boldmono|GO BUILDING}}. To reach the fishing area from the shop, {{boldmono|GO DOOR}}, then {{boldmono|GO BOAT}}.
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| scope="row"|[[Ta'Vaalor]]|| [[The Fishing Shack]] ||Y||Y||To reach the fishing pier, go one {{boldmono|WEST}} of the Ta'Vaalor Warrior Guild, go {{boldmono|SOUTH}} twice, {{boldmono|GO DOCK}}. To reach the shop (Lich #10381) from the dock, {{boldmono|GO SHACK}}. The fire is one east of the main room of the shop.
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| scope="row"| [[Ta'Vaalor]]||[[Erulk's Fishing Gear]]||Y||N||The shop (Lich #13922) is in the Ravelin. From Wyvern Plaza in the center of town, {{boldmono|DOWN}}, {{boldmono|SOUTHEAST}}, {{boldmono|GO DOCK}} to reach the shop. The fishing pier is one east of the shop.
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| scope="row"|[[Teras Isle]]||Aquamarine Street, River's Edge||Y||Y||[Aquamarine Street, River's Edge - 1985] (u3002004), go path
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[Black Wolves]] Manor||Y||U||Members only
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| scope="row"| [[Wehnimer's Landing]]||Middle Dock||Y|| N||[Wehnimer's, Middle Dock] (7112)
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| scope="row"| [[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[Helden Hall]] ||Y||Y||Fire pit down the path leading into a clutch of trees at the Fishing Pond (Lich #17599).
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[House of the Rising Phoenix]]||Y||Y||Dock and small fire are in the Phoenix Annex (from the Entry, {{boldmono|GO DOOR}}, {{boldmono|GO MODWIR ARCHWAY}}, {{boldmono|GO GRASSY BANK}}, {{boldmono|GO DOCK}}). (Lich #21745)
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[House Paupers]]||Y||Y||By the pond in the Rose Garden.
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[House Sovyn]]||Y||Y||At the pond.
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[Moonshine Manor]]||Y||Y||[Moonshine Manor, Garden Pond] (18006005) is found from [Coastal Cliffs] (67060) by GO GATE, GO DOORS, GO HALL, GO DOOR.
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| scope="row"| [[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[House Sylvanfair]]||Y||Y||At the fishing pond in the Grove
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[Silvergate Inn]]||Y||Y||In the Meadow with the fishing stream.
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| scope="row"|[[Wehnimer's Landing]]||[[Willow Hall]]||Y||Y||At Companion Park, where the lake and dock are. (Lich #19332)
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| scope="row"|[[Zul Logoth]]||[[Glarstim Fishing Supplies]]||N||Y||Small fire and fishing shop are all in the room in Glarstim Cavern (go one {{boldmono|EAST}} of the Adventurers' Guild, {{boldmono|GO ARCHWAY}}, {{boldmono|NORTH}}). (Lich #5746)
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| scope="row"|[[Zul Logoth]]||Stompeak Region||Y||N||[Thunder Plateau, Kalaz Pond - 34330] (u13150322)
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| scope="row"|[[Zul Logoth]]||Glarstim Cavern||Y|| ||[Glarstim Cavern, Dock]
|}

== See Also==
* [[Verb:FISHING]]
* [[Fishing equipment]]
* [[List of fish]]
* [https://discord.com/channels/226045346399256576/1436963553469923432 Official Artisan Fishing Discord post/discussion thread]
* [[/saved posts|Saved posts]]
* [[/Legacy fishing system|Legacy fishing system]] archived information
* [[Fishing guide|Beldannon's fishing guide]] for the Legacy Fishing System

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[[Category: Area Mechanics]]
[[Category: Recreation activities]]
[[Category:Fishing system| ]]

Dirvy (prime)

2026-03-02T14:19:19Z

TWILSON:

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair styled in an ombre of varying shades of red, with blood red-tipped bangs swept to one side. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She is wearing an icy blue battle standard bearing the burrows of Icemule Trace that juts over her shoulder.

She has a tiny pair of silvery clasped hands set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a series of tattooed tally marks on her neck, a blushing fairy tattoo on her arm, a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk on her ankle, a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch on her ankle, and a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her ankle.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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In Fashanos 5126, Zailon was lost at sea.

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

User:TWILSON

2026-03-01T06:09:48Z

TWILSON:

Fancy loresongs I've found on some of my items.

'''a sylvan ash tambourine inlaid with glaesine'''
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As you sing to the tambourine, your melody evokes various impressions from the ash. The smell of ambrominas leaves drifts past, and the image of a shack near a tournament field forms briefly before your eyes. In the shack's slouching doorway, you observe a fair sylvan woman finishing the last touches on the creation of her ash tambourine. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.

Your magical song delves into the nature of the tambourine, evoking the image of an awkward elven woman. The woman is falling-down drunk and wears loose cotton clothing. A glossy spider watches from the center of its web as the elven woman buys the ash tambourine from the same sylvan woman that you observed before. The sound of a coyote yipping surrounds you as the image fades away.

Harmonies echo from the heart of your tambourine, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a sun-scorched field, and the elven woman crouches in the field playing the ash tambourine. A circle of huntmistresses listens, responding to the disbelief evident in the powerful music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.

The resonances of the ash tambourine flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear someone singing Song of Tonis and smell melted wax before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. You see a rooftop garden, and, beneath a jasmine tree, the sylvan woman of the first verse sits conversing with the elven woman. Vigilance shines in the elven woman's eyes as the sylvan woman acquires the ash tambourine from her. The image dissolves away.

You sing to the tambourine, but receive only the normal harmonies of ash in return. You sense that no one could have learned more about the instrument's history than you learned. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.

Your song waxes and wanes, but the vibrations yield only a quick, meaningless scattering of sensory impressions to you, all of which come too quickly and fade too swiftly to be identified.
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'''a butterfly charm'''
<pre{{log2}}>
As you sing, you discover that a butterfly charm is very light and very valuable, a true bit of beauty in a harsh world.

As you continue to sing, an image forms before your eyes. Thousands, possibly millions of butterflies mass together in the sky. Rainbow colors flash on and off with the opening and closing of their wings. Bits of the image seem to come closer, and you notice not a single one is alike.

Below the jeweled cloud, a young girl turns to her mother and says, "Mother, they're so beautiful -- why do they live such a short time? It doesn't seem fair." The woman looks up at the living rainbow, then closes her eyes before replying, "No, my dear, it doesn't." With a smile, she raises her hands and they begin to glow...

As you continue to sing, the perspective changes, and it seems you are looking down upon the outstretched arms of a woman from a dozen different eyes, then a hundred, then images beyond number. A voice whispers in your ear a promise, a trade of a small piece of your freedom for long life and companionship. You dive towards the welcoming arms, and as you do, your form begins to stiffen and change. The feeling is not unpleasant, and the last thing you hear before the vision vanishes is the delighted laughter of a child.
</pre>

Dirvy (prime)

2026-02-19T09:17:30Z

TWILSON:

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=fierce loyalty
|weakness=those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair styled in an ombre of varying shades of red, with blood red-tipped bangs swept to one side. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She is wearing an icy blue battle standard bearing the burrows of Icemule Trace that juts over her shoulder.

She has a tiny pair of silvery clasped hands set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a series of tattooed tally marks on her neck, a blushing fairy tattoo on her arm, a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk on her ankle, a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch on her ankle, and a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her ankle.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Rumbles===
'''an inky black kitten'''

Description: The mischievous kitten's fur is primarily a deep, inky ebon taking on an ethereal green hue as light sheens off her. The tips of her ears have wispy violet tufts that twitch as she constantly gazes about with a curious demeanor. A filigreed kelyn collar suspends a sleek pentacle pendant, and etched delicately on the back in a fine script reads, "Rumbles."

Rumbles was originally Zailon's kitten, but became an official furry family member when Zailon and Dirvy were married. Rumbles is very much a typical sorcerer kitty, sometimes feisty, sometimes aloof.

===Mota===
'''a red-eyed sewer rat'''

Dirvy gave Mota to Zailon as a gift, sometime after their marriage in 5117.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Dirvy (prime)

2026-02-15T04:42:32Z

TWILSON:

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|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, fierce loyalty
|weakness=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Rovvigen, Thailmore, Eruheran, many others
|spouse=Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
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'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the wife of Zailon Britbane Faendryl and Matriarch of the Britbane Family, the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair styled in an ombre of varying shades of red, with blood red-tipped bangs swept to one side. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She is wearing an icy blue battle standard bearing the burrows of Icemule Trace that juts over her shoulder.

She has a tiny pair of silvery clasped hands set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a series of tattooed tally marks on her neck, a blushing fairy tattoo on her arm, a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk on her ankle, a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch on her ankle, and a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her ankle.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

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| Tales of First Loves
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|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
|}

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Rumbles===
'''an inky black kitten'''

Description: The mischievous kitten's fur is primarily a deep, inky ebon taking on an ethereal green hue as light sheens off her. The tips of her ears have wispy violet tufts that twitch as she constantly gazes about with a curious demeanor. A filigreed kelyn collar suspends a sleek pentacle pendant, and etched delicately on the back in a fine script reads, "Rumbles."

Rumbles was originally Zailon's kitten, but became an official furry family member when Zailon and Dirvy were married. Rumbles is very much a typical sorcerer kitty, sometimes feisty, sometimes aloof.

===Mota===
'''a red-eyed sewer rat'''

Dirvy gave Mota to Zailon as a gift, sometime after their marriage in 5117.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-02-09T11:41:46Z

TWILSON: /* Completed Projects */

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow
|desc=A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see a gilded rectangular sign with icicles formed upon it, a towering motionless shadow and a copper-edged modwir podium.
|exits = north
|rnum=2428}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Arshwikk Aralock
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Zailon Britbane Faendryl

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be an adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==ICICLE's Abridged History==
Towards the end of 5117, unbeknownst to everyone at the time, then Mayor of Icemule, Nihala Winterberry, had come across a strange arcane tome locked away in Clovertooth Hall. She studied this tome until it led to her mysterious sickness. Deputy Mayor Hibbits Hoft then took over the day-to-day management of Icemule.

Efforts were made to diagnose and heal Mayor Nihala's illness, but to no avail. A citizen's attempt to read the tome was unsuccessful. Mayor Hibbits began acting suspiciously, and cries on the wind called for Hibbits, while figures moved in the shadows. Icemule was being invaded by all manner of creatures, nearly decimating our small, but fierce, group of protectors.

At the same time, an unknown group claiming to be the Far Market, arrived in Icemule. Word reached the townspeople that the Mayor had fallen, and rescuers were immediately dispatched to her cottage. As recovery efforts were made to revive Mayor Nihala, members of the Far Market stepped from the shadows. The leader of the Far Market explained there was a bounty and they were to retrieve the tome for their mysterious client. The leader gave Icemule days to decide if they were going to cooperate.

Because Icemule was struggling with their efforts to keep invasive creatures at bay, Deputy Mayor Hibbits formed a group of random citizens and non-citizens to help organize rescue efforts, as well as rebuild some of the damaged buildings around Icemule. He proclaimed it would be called ICICLE, which originally stood for the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.

The original founding members were Laralana, Arnylon, Arshwikk, Brokkrsten, Selaesia, Joness, Jalodg, Woulfgar, Brewyte and Dirvy. Later when Woulfgar and Brewyte stepped down, Enestrie and Zailon joined their ranks.

During their first official meeting, the group voted for Dirvy as the Chairperson, and plans were discussed for training and organizational needs. In the first year of ICICLE's formation, they were able to clear some land for a citizen's tent, renovated Flashfeet's Fine Fashions store and stocked it with some newer inventory, cleared a space for snowman building, and expanded Clovertooth Hall, prior to its fire and renovation.

Further projects were planned, including the citizen's lounge in Clovertooth Hall, a museum, a greenhouse that would be on the trail from Wehnimer's Landing to Icemule, a renovation of Wurt's Amulets, the implementation of an alarm and defense system for Icemule, and an embassy. But after Mayor Nihala's death, a new mayor took her place and renovation efforts were stopped shortly after.

Unable to fulfill their original purpose, ICICLE gravitated towards a new function, vowing to make Icemule the gaming and entertainment capital of Elanthia, that the founding Paradis halflings once hoped it would become. Because of this, ICICLE changed their name to the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment. In this current function, they are able to offer the citizens and visitors of Icemule almost every type of gambling imaginable.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Icemule Trace, South Road
|desc=The hoarse voices from the west are hard to understand. Either they are happy cries or anguished moans, or perhaps both. A group of enterprising youths approach you and ask for silvers, but continue along the road without pausing for your response. You also see a stone cottage, [[A tiny halfling tent sentinel|a tiny halfling tent sentinel]] and a large ice blue and white-striped tent that reads "Citizens Only" above the entrance.
|exits = north, east, south, west
|rnum=2410}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Reception
|desc=Town citizens mill about the open space of the tent, weaving in between the support poles and engaging in idle chatter. A few individuals cluster near a large announcement board, gossiping loudly. The distinct smell of freshly baked tarts wafts from a snowflake-carved modwir refreshment cart in one corner of the room. Near the rear of the tent, an icicle-engraved fel box stocked with tinder rests next to an iron brazier. The atmosphere lends a potential respite from the cold just outside. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the northeast, a snow white curtain heading to the southeast and a small silver-edged plaque.
|exits = out
|rnum=27031}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Meeting Area
|desc=Thick, ornate rugs depicting a colorful history of Icemule Trace layer the floors of the softly lit room. A masterfully crafted spherical metal stove commands attention in the center of the area surrounded by some plush velvet pillows. A woven manroot stalk bench sits opposite the curtain leading back to the reception. An occasional shadow from the stove dances across the tent walls. You also see an artfully designed white metal lectern, a rhimar-lined wooden barrel and a snow white curtain heading to the northwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27032}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Donations
|desc=In this comparatively smaller room of the tent, several large containers with neatly printed labels line one tent wall. A modwir bin labeled "Warm Stuffses" with partitions for numerous articles of clothing sits beside a scuffed balenite footlocker labeled "Fighting Stuffses" large enough to hold several weapons and pieces of armor. Winterberry-stained handprints cover the outside of an off-white wicker basket labeled "Belly Stuffses," likely a space reserved for tarts and other snacks. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the southwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27033}}

===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's Fine Fashions
|desc=Warmed by a halfling-sized cast iron stove, this room features several mannequins in various outfits. A small sign hangs near the dressing room, which is flanked by elegant fur coats and leather jackets. Pristine white polar bear furs, silvery arctic wolverine pelts, and shimmering ivory snowcat skins adorn the walls. A freshly retouched mural of Icemule Trace hangs above a small wooden door leading deeper into the shop. You also see a party tent token booth.
|exits = east, west, out
|rnum=3403}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Traveller's Togs
|desc=A row of wooden pegs lines one oak-paneled wall, displaying thick, colorful caps and scarves. The remaining three walls are covered in rich tapestries suspended from thick mithril rods that hang from the ceiling and embroidered with scenes of local wildlife. The floor is covered with a lush, white rug made to resemble snow. A long, glass case that holds a variety of mittens and gloves occupies one corner of the shop. A young sylvan apprentice tidies the shawls on a nearby wooden rack. You also see a small sign.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3404}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Fine Footwear
|desc=Pristine white walls accented with silvery swirls create the illusion of windblown snow. Several clear glass tables displaying slippers and shoes sit upon luxurious white carpet. Along the rear wall, two narrow glass shelves stand bearing several styles of boots. Positioned between the shelves is a small sign, with a smug-looking elven clerk close by. Off in one corner, a short stove filled with glowing embers offers limited amounts of warmth, making this room a bit colder than the rest.
|exits = east
|rnum=3405}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Original Outfits
|desc=Along the back wall of this room, an elegant gold-trimmed glass case bears several unique clothing designs, a small sign positioned neatly above it. On each adjacent wall, several wide shelves stand evenly spaced, their contents folded in neat stacks. Dancing light emanating from candelabras placed throughout the room illuminates the wares for sale. A stately oak desk rests atop an ornate rug in the center of the room. An older dwarven shopkeeper stands next to the desk, a welcoming smile on his face.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3406}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Pins and Pendants
|desc=Soft, white velvet fabric has been draped over the tops of various intricately carved counters, creating a bright showroom. Shimmering silver tinsel snowflakes draw eyes to the glittering wares on display. Inside a series of carved jewelry cases, small, white podiums exhibit semi-precious gems set in an assortment of earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets. A lively human clerk keeps a watchful eye on cases and customers alike. You also see a small sign.
|exits = west
|rnum=3407}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Sacks and Satchels
|desc=Dark, rich, wooden floors contrast the jewel-toned tiles adorning the walls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Centered on each tile is a metal rod bearing all manner of satchels and sacks. Spaced evenly throughout the room, dark wooden tables have been neatly stacked with assorted pouches, cases, and kits. A jovial giantman clerk tends to a wide fieldstone fireplace along the back wall next to a basket of sticks. You also see a small sign and a small wooden door.
|exits = out
|rnum=}}

===Clovertooth Hall Expansion===

[[File:Clovertooth Hall 5119.png|thumbnail|left]]

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Formal Dining Room
|desc=Subdued light provides the room with a warm glow as beeswax candles flicker in balenite sconces that line the honey oak walls. A large umcor tapestry occupies one wall, while the others are adorned with smaller arras of varying cultural origins. A long mahogany dining table lined with silk-cushioned high-back chairs dominates the room. The scent of freshly baked bread wafts through a pair of white oak doors as they swing open for waitstaff delivering trays to a cherrywood sideboard. A neat rubbish canister is tucked away in one corner. You also see some opaque sliding glass doors and a gilded plaque.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

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>look at tapestry

This hemp-backed tapestry stretches across the top half of the eastern oak wall. Two male gnomes amidst a snowy landscape are painted on the contour-enhancing umcor with mineral and berry pigments. They stand atop a hill shaking hands while beginning to walk away from each other. The leftmost gnome wears a fine workshirt, holds a hammer, and steps towards an icy town. The other, an aptol draped from his shoulders, dons a long bow and steps towards a frosty forest. A blood red tiny thread links them. You also notice a tiny snow owl in one corner.
There appears to be something written on it.
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<pre{{log2}}>
>read tapestry
</pre>
{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Untitled
</nowiki>}}

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>look on sideboard

On the cherrywood sideboard:
food (2): a warm winterberry jam tart topped with vanilla ice cream, a piece of flourless coffee muffin with raspberry glaze.
other (23): a glass of apple and berry infused brandy, a piece of braided egg bread glazed with garlic butter, a small round loaf of acorn bread glazed with fennel butter, a warm double chocolate brownie with wine-infused cherries, a mug of rum-infused dark coffee, a shot of swirled pumpkin liquor topped with whipped cream, a bowl of whale blubber ice cream, a piece of grumbleberry cheesecake with a cookie crust, a honeysuckle biscuit served with apple blossom jelly, some fried oatcakes with grumbleberry jelly, a tall glass of chocolate-laced porter, some watermelon pistachio pudding, a platter of spicy grilled shrimp, a bowl of chunky potato soup, a bowl of chilled berry soup, some onion and savory tomato stew, some flatbread seasoned with thyme and sumac, a cattail flour torte topped with blackberry syrup, a mug of wild nettle tea, a chive and sausage-stuffed turnover, a glass of blue agave wine infused with snake venom, a piece of unsalted bread sprinkled with olive oil and vinegar, a mug of warm white spiced whiskey.
</pre>
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque
</pre>
{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Formal Dining Room and Kitchen Designed by
Dirvy Britbane
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Kitchen
|desc=A pair of swinging white oak doors separates the kitchen and dining room, sealing off some of the noise from the bustling staff at work. A large fel cupboard occupies one corner, its doors ajar, revealing shelves stacked with fresh fruit and prepared desserts. The white marble counter is laden with cutting boards and a variety of knives and utensils. A red-faced halfling chef threatens his assistants with a rolling pin as they scurry about the kitchen preparing dishes for the guests in the dining room. You also see some extremely narrow spiral stairs leading down into the wine cellar.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}

<pre{{log2}}>
>look at chef

The halfling chef has dull blond hair with white streaks contrasting his bright red face with a matching bulbous nose. He carries a thick, flour-dusted rolling pin which he is constantly thumping against his opposite palm. His white apron is pristine except for a jelly stain on the right side.
</pre>

'''Ambients''':

<pre{{log2}}>A red-faced halfling chef tastes one of the desserts on its way to the dining room before knocking it to the floor. "Unacceptable!" he roars at a bleary-eyed young assistant.

A red-faced halfling chef pulls out a small metal flask and takes a long swig. "Gods help me through this day," he comments to himself.

The chef eyes you warily before hollering sternly, "Get out of my kitchen!"

A red-faced halfling chef bellows, "Whose idea was it to play 'hide the secret ingredient'?!" As he marches around the kitchen, the assistants scurry out of the way.

A red-faced halfling chef shouts at a pimply young assistant, "I should fire you just for being ugly!" The girl runs through the oak doors, nearly in tears.

A red-faced halfling chef bangs his rolling pin loudly against a counter. "Are you deaf?!" he shrieks to an assistant. "I... need... more... WINTERBERRY!"

The chef stomps around authoritatively, a terrible grimace frozen upon his face.

"Clearly you need a lesson in Clovertooth Hall hospitality," the chef remarks angrily before taking a swing with his rolling pin at his sous chef.

The chef takes a sip of stew and makes a horrible face. "This tastes like a dirty yeti ate some bad rolton! Make it again!"

A red-faced halfling chef's face gets even redder as he screams, "We've got hungry patrons out there!"
</pre>
{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Wine Cellar
|desc=Enclosed by stone walls, a cavernous room with arched ceilings opens at the foot of the spiral staircase. The cool, still air holds a faintly musty, earthen scent. Wooden wine barrels sit in stacks throughout the room. Built into the walls are latticed racks holding countless bottles of wine. Enormous, iron chandeliers cast a twinkling glow over the bottles, setting their rich, jewel tones alight. Despite a light coat of dust, each footfall upon the floor reverberates throughout the room.
|exits = none
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque
</pre>
{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Wine Cellar Designed by Laralana
Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Clovertooth, Second Floor Hall
|desc=Large grainy cedar double doors occupy the entire eastern wall of this room with a large silver plaque placed just above them. A glance through the propped open doors yields a view of a spacious, modern auditorium, and voices from all along the westerly corridor echoing throughout the torchlit hallway seem to become diminished here. Occasionally, someone passes through a small rounded door off to the side. You also see a detailed scrimshaw portrait on a tundra giant's tooth.
|exits = west
|rnum=}}
<pre{{log2}}>
>read plaque
</pre>
{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:

Nihala's Auditorium and Backstage Area
Designed by Selaesia
Co-Commissioned by Mayor Tawariell Andrenae
Co-Commissioned by ICICLE
Dirvy, Chairwoman
Laralana, Co-Chairwoman
5118
</nowiki>}}

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
|-
|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
|}

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

File:Clovertooth Hall 5119.png

2026-02-09T11:06:24Z

TWILSON: Map of Clovertooth Hall's expansion by ICICLE around 5119, created by Dirvy, permission to use granted by Dirvy.

== Summary ==
Map of Clovertooth Hall's expansion by ICICLE around 5119, created by Dirvy, permission to use granted by Dirvy.

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-01-11T05:29:37Z

TWILSON: Added an abridged history of ICICLE.

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Commerce Burrow, Sylvan Hollow
|desc=A cobblestone circle marks the entrance to an ornate white marble structure. Sparkling clean windows mark either side of the entrance, over which the words "Clovertooth Hall" are deeply engraved. The circle is empty but for a few bleary-eyed clerks and visitors doing after-hours business with the government of Icemule Trace. You also see a gilded rectangular sign with icicles formed upon it, a towering motionless shadow and a copper-edged modwir podium.
|exits = north
|rnum=2428}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Arshwikk Aralock
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Zailon Britbane Faendryl

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be an adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==ICICLE's Abridged History==
Towards the end of 5117, unbeknownst to everyone at the time, then Mayor of Icemule, Nihala Winterberry, had come across a strange arcane tome locked away in Clovertooth Hall. She studied this tome until it led to her mysterious sickness. Deputy Mayor Hibbits Hoft then took over the day-to-day management of Icemule.

Efforts were made to diagnose and heal Mayor Nihala's illness, but to no avail. A citizen's attempt to read the tome was unsuccessful. Mayor Hibbits began acting suspiciously, and cries on the wind called for Hibbits, while figures moved in the shadows. Icemule was being invaded by all manner of creatures, nearly decimating our small, but fierce, group of protectors.

At the same time, an unknown group claiming to be the Far Market, arrived in Icemule. Word reached the townspeople that the Mayor had fallen, and rescuers were immediately dispatched to her cottage. As recovery efforts were made to revive Mayor Nihala, members of the Far Market stepped from the shadows. The leader of the Far Market explained there was a bounty and they were to retrieve the tome for their mysterious client. The leader gave Icemule days to decide if they were going to cooperate.

Because Icemule was struggling with their efforts to keep invasive creatures at bay, Deputy Mayor Hibbits formed a group of random citizens and non-citizens to help organize rescue efforts, as well as rebuild some of the damaged buildings around Icemule. He proclaimed it would be called ICICLE, which originally stood for the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.

The original founding members were Laralana, Arnylon, Arshwikk, Brokkrsten, Selaesia, Joness, Jalodg, Woulfgar, Brewyte and Dirvy. Later when Woulfgar and Brewyte stepped down, Enestrie and Zailon joined their ranks.

During their first official meeting, the group voted for Dirvy as the Chairperson, and plans were discussed for training and organizational needs. In the first year of ICICLE's formation, they were able to clear some land for a citizen's tent, renovated Flashfeet's Fine Fashions store and stocked it with some newer inventory, cleared a space for snowman building, and expanded Clovertooth Hall, prior to its fire and renovation.

Further projects were planned, including the citizen's lounge in Clovertooth Hall, a museum, a greenhouse that would be on the trail from Wehnimer's Landing to Icemule, a renovation of Wurt's Amulets, the implementation of an alarm and defense system for Icemule, and an embassy. But after Mayor Nihala's death, a new mayor took her place and renovation efforts were stopped shortly after.

Unable to fulfill their original purpose, ICICLE gravitated towards a new function, vowing to make Icemule the gaming and entertainment capital of Elanthia, that the founding Paradis halflings once hoped it would become. Because of this, ICICLE changed their name to the Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment. In this current function, they are able to offer the citizens and visitors of Icemule almost every type of gambling imaginable.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

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<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

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===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

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|rnum=}}

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
|-
|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
|}

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-01-08T21:58:40Z

TWILSON: /* Requirements for Joining */

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

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{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Arshwikk Aralock
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Zailon Britbane Faendryl

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be an adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

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|desc=The hoarse voices from the west are hard to understand. Either they are happy cries or anguished moans, or perhaps both. A group of enterprising youths approach you and ask for silvers, but continue along the road without pausing for your response. You also see a stone cottage, [[A tiny halfling tent sentinel|a tiny halfling tent sentinel]] and a large ice blue and white-striped tent that reads "Citizens Only" above the entrance.
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|desc=Town citizens mill about the open space of the tent, weaving in between the support poles and engaging in idle chatter. A few individuals cluster near a large announcement board, gossiping loudly. The distinct smell of freshly baked tarts wafts from a snowflake-carved modwir refreshment cart in one corner of the room. Near the rear of the tent, an icicle-engraved fel box stocked with tinder rests next to an iron brazier. The atmosphere lends a potential respite from the cold just outside. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the northeast, a snow white curtain heading to the southeast and a small silver-edged plaque.
|exits = out
|rnum=27031}}

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<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

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|desc=Thick, ornate rugs depicting a colorful history of Icemule Trace layer the floors of the softly lit room. A masterfully crafted spherical metal stove commands attention in the center of the area surrounded by some plush velvet pillows. A woven manroot stalk bench sits opposite the curtain leading back to the reception. An occasional shadow from the stove dances across the tent walls. You also see an artfully designed white metal lectern, a rhimar-lined wooden barrel and a snow white curtain heading to the northwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27032}}

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|exits = none
|rnum=27033}}

===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

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|exits = east, west, out
|rnum=3403}}

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|desc=A row of wooden pegs lines one oak-paneled wall, displaying thick, colorful caps and scarves. The remaining three walls are covered in rich tapestries suspended from thick mithril rods that hang from the ceiling and embroidered with scenes of local wildlife. The floor is covered with a lush, white rug made to resemble snow. A long, glass case that holds a variety of mittens and gloves occupies one corner of the shop. A young sylvan apprentice tidies the shawls on a nearby wooden rack. You also see a small sign.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3404}}

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|roomname=Flashfeet's, Fine Footwear
|desc=Pristine white walls accented with silvery swirls create the illusion of windblown snow. Several clear glass tables displaying slippers and shoes sit upon luxurious white carpet. Along the rear wall, two narrow glass shelves stand bearing several styles of boots. Positioned between the shelves is a small sign, with a smug-looking elven clerk close by. Off in one corner, a short stove filled with glowing embers offers limited amounts of warmth, making this room a bit colder than the rest.
|exits = east
|rnum=3405}}

{{RoomDescription|
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|desc=Along the back wall of this room, an elegant gold-trimmed glass case bears several unique clothing designs, a small sign positioned neatly above it. On each adjacent wall, several wide shelves stand evenly spaced, their contents folded in neat stacks. Dancing light emanating from candelabras placed throughout the room illuminates the wares for sale. A stately oak desk rests atop an ornate rug in the center of the room. An older dwarven shopkeeper stands next to the desk, a welcoming smile on his face.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3406}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Pins and Pendants
|desc=Soft, white velvet fabric has been draped over the tops of various intricately carved counters, creating a bright showroom. Shimmering silver tinsel snowflakes draw eyes to the glittering wares on display. Inside a series of carved jewelry cases, small, white podiums exhibit semi-precious gems set in an assortment of earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets. A lively human clerk keeps a watchful eye on cases and customers alike. You also see a small sign.
|exits = west
|rnum=3407}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Sacks and Satchels
|desc=Dark, rich, wooden floors contrast the jewel-toned tiles adorning the walls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Centered on each tile is a metal rod bearing all manner of satchels and sacks. Spaced evenly throughout the room, dark wooden tables have been neatly stacked with assorted pouches, cases, and kits. A jovial giantman clerk tends to a wide fieldstone fireplace along the back wall next to a basket of sticks. You also see a small sign and a small wooden door.
|exits = out
|rnum=}}

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
|-
|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
|}

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment (ICICLE)

2026-01-08T21:58:11Z

TWILSON: /* Requirements for Joining */

The Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life and Entertainment, commonly known as ICICLE, is a group originally formed by Deputy Mayor Hibbits of Icemule, of citizens and non-citizens who are concerned with the welfare of Icemule. The group was formed on Eorgaen 4, 5117 (December 4, 2017). Citizen and non-citizen members were selected by a random drawing of those interested, who had previously signed up.

ICICLE was granted official [[MHO]] status on Charlatos 9, 5118 (March 9, 2018).

ICICLE received their permanent structure on Lormesta 19, 5124 (January 19, 2024).

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{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

Dirvy (Chairwoman)
Laralana (Vice Chairwoman)
Arnylon
Arshwikk
Brokkrsten
Enestrie
Jalodg
Joness
Selaesia
Zailon
Hibbits (ex-officio)</nowiki>}}

==Current Officers==
''as of Lormesta 26, 5124''
[[Image:ICICLE.png|thumbnail|right|ICICLE's Official Map, designed and uploaded by Dirvy Britbane.]]

* '''Chairwoman''' : [[Dirvy Britbane]]
* '''Vice Chairwoman''' : Laralana Lane
* '''Strategist''' : Arshwikk Aralock
* '''Town Planner''' : Brokkrsten Vindonnus
* '''Assistant Town Planner''' : Vacant
* '''Intercessor''' : Vacant
* '''Public Liaison''' : Darq Achlys
* '''Surveyor''' : Jalodg Calahann
* '''Historian''' : Zailon Britbane Faendryl

==Charter==
===Statement of Purpose===
ICICLE’s purpose is to provide Icemule Trace with a safe and fair gambling establishment, to help enrich the lives of those who visit and live there, and to help maintain the integrity of our rich and diverse history.

===Statement of Governing===
* ICICLE shall be a democratic Meeting Hall Organization based out of Icemule Trace, with all members voting on key issues; the Chair breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.
* All officer roles will be chosen by each individual member, with approval from the Chair.
* Officer terms shall be for life. Should a position be vacated for longer than a year without notice, nominations by members will be accepted and the position shall be filled a vote by all members. Should a position be vacated under circumstances other than absence, nominations from members will be heard and the position shall be filled by a vote of all members within 2 weeks of the position being vacated.
* If an ICICLE officer is seen unfit, uncooperative, unwilling to take their responsibilities within ICICLE seriously, or purposely refuses to adhere to the tenets of the charter, the officer’s continued membership and/or any disciplinary action may be put to a vote with the other officers of ICICLE. However, it is within the Chair’s authority to remove any officer who does not adhere to the responsibilities of an ICICLE officer position.
* In the event the Chair position is vacated, the Vice Chair will step up to the vacant position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the Vice Chair position. In the event the Vice Chair position is vacated, nominations will be heard from members and a vote of all members will be held to fill this position.

===Requirements for Joining===
Proposed members for ICICLE must meet the following requirements:

* They shall be a titled adventurer of 10 trains or greater.
* A member does not have to be a citizen of Icemule Trace.

===Membership Fees===
There shall be no initiation or monthly fees associated with membership.

===Membership Privileges===
* All members shall have access to all PRO Halls and ICICLE's headquarters.
* Members will be involved in all decisions concerning ICICLE.

===Contributions===
* Member contributions to ICICLE will be considered donations to the endowment.
* Outside donations to ICICLE will be considered donations to general (slush) funds.
* Allocation of funds generated by fundraising events will be decided by a vote of all members of ICICLE.
* General funds will be deposited into the Icemule Trace account of the Chair, and can be drawn upon by the Chair or Vice Chair for expenses, entertainment (parties), prizes, etc. Members can use general funds for prizes or events, upon approval from the Chair and Vice Chair.
* Members are not required to contribute to the endowment or general funds.
* Member contributions do not entitle a member to special privileges.
* All contributions must be reported to the Vice Chair so that an accurate account of all funds can be recorded, and possible discrepancies in the accounts may be found and clarified.
* Members may contribute items and equipment for general use/prizes.

===Meetings===
* Member meetings will be held as needed.
* Special meetings and public meetings will be held as needed.
* The Chair shall preside over all member and public meetings. In the Chair’s absence, the Vice Chair shall preside. Special meetings may be presided over by a member, if a member’s expertise is needed for the meeting.
* Notices of meetings will be posted on the official ICICLE Discord channel in a timely fashion.

==Completed Projects==
===Citizens Tent===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Icemule Trace, South Road
|desc=The hoarse voices from the west are hard to understand. Either they are happy cries or anguished moans, or perhaps both. A group of enterprising youths approach you and ask for silvers, but continue along the road without pausing for your response. You also see a stone cottage, [[A tiny halfling tent sentinel|a tiny halfling tent sentinel]] and a large ice blue and white-striped tent that reads "Citizens Only" above the entrance.
|exits = north, east, south, west
|rnum=2410}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Reception
|desc=Town citizens mill about the open space of the tent, weaving in between the support poles and engaging in idle chatter. A few individuals cluster near a large announcement board, gossiping loudly. The distinct smell of freshly baked tarts wafts from a snowflake-carved modwir refreshment cart in one corner of the room. Near the rear of the tent, an icicle-engraved fel box stocked with tinder rests next to an iron brazier. The atmosphere lends a potential respite from the cold just outside. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the northeast, a snow white curtain heading to the southeast and a small silver-edged plaque.
|exits = out
|rnum=27031}}

{{sign|margin-right=50%|sign=
<nowiki>
In the Common language, it reads:
+-------------------------------------+
| Icemule Trace Citizen's Lounge |
| Designed by Brokkrsten |
| With Assistance from ICICLE |
| Dirvy, Chair / Laralana, Co-Chair |
| Commissioned by Hibbits Hoft |
+-------------------------------------+
</nowiki>}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Meeting Area
|desc=Thick, ornate rugs depicting a colorful history of Icemule Trace layer the floors of the softly lit room. A masterfully crafted spherical metal stove commands attention in the center of the area surrounded by some plush velvet pillows. A woven manroot stalk bench sits opposite the curtain leading back to the reception. An occasional shadow from the stove dances across the tent walls. You also see an artfully designed white metal lectern, a rhimar-lined wooden barrel and a snow white curtain heading to the northwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27032}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Citizens' Tent, Donations
|desc=In this comparatively smaller room of the tent, several large containers with neatly printed labels line one tent wall. A modwir bin labeled "Warm Stuffses" with partitions for numerous articles of clothing sits beside a scuffed balenite footlocker labeled "Fighting Stuffses" large enough to hold several weapons and pieces of armor. Winterberry-stained handprints cover the outside of an off-white wicker basket labeled "Belly Stuffses," likely a space reserved for tarts and other snacks. You also see an ice blue curtain heading to the southwest.
|exits = none
|rnum=27033}}

===Flashfeet's Fine Fashions===

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's Fine Fashions
|desc=Warmed by a halfling-sized cast iron stove, this room features several mannequins in various outfits. A small sign hangs near the dressing room, which is flanked by elegant fur coats and leather jackets. Pristine white polar bear furs, silvery arctic wolverine pelts, and shimmering ivory snowcat skins adorn the walls. A freshly retouched mural of Icemule Trace hangs above a small wooden door leading deeper into the shop. You also see a party tent token booth.
|exits = east, west, out
|rnum=3403}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Traveller's Togs
|desc=A row of wooden pegs lines one oak-paneled wall, displaying thick, colorful caps and scarves. The remaining three walls are covered in rich tapestries suspended from thick mithril rods that hang from the ceiling and embroidered with scenes of local wildlife. The floor is covered with a lush, white rug made to resemble snow. A long, glass case that holds a variety of mittens and gloves occupies one corner of the shop. A young sylvan apprentice tidies the shawls on a nearby wooden rack. You also see a small sign.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3404}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Fine Footwear
|desc=Pristine white walls accented with silvery swirls create the illusion of windblown snow. Several clear glass tables displaying slippers and shoes sit upon luxurious white carpet. Along the rear wall, two narrow glass shelves stand bearing several styles of boots. Positioned between the shelves is a small sign, with a smug-looking elven clerk close by. Off in one corner, a short stove filled with glowing embers offers limited amounts of warmth, making this room a bit colder than the rest.
|exits = east
|rnum=3405}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Original Outfits
|desc=Along the back wall of this room, an elegant gold-trimmed glass case bears several unique clothing designs, a small sign positioned neatly above it. On each adjacent wall, several wide shelves stand evenly spaced, their contents folded in neat stacks. Dancing light emanating from candelabras placed throughout the room illuminates the wares for sale. A stately oak desk rests atop an ornate rug in the center of the room. An older dwarven shopkeeper stands next to the desk, a welcoming smile on his face.
|exits = east, west
|rnum=3406}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Pins and Pendants
|desc=Soft, white velvet fabric has been draped over the tops of various intricately carved counters, creating a bright showroom. Shimmering silver tinsel snowflakes draw eyes to the glittering wares on display. Inside a series of carved jewelry cases, small, white podiums exhibit semi-precious gems set in an assortment of earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets. A lively human clerk keeps a watchful eye on cases and customers alike. You also see a small sign.
|exits = west
|rnum=3407}}

{{RoomDescription|
|roomname=Flashfeet's, Sacks and Satchels
|desc=Dark, rich, wooden floors contrast the jewel-toned tiles adorning the walls, reflecting a myriad of colors. Centered on each tile is a metal rod bearing all manner of satchels and sacks. Spaced evenly throughout the room, dark wooden tables have been neatly stacked with assorted pouches, cases, and kits. A jovial giantman clerk tends to a wide fieldstone fireplace along the back wall next to a basket of sticks. You also see a small sign and a small wooden door.
|exits = out
|rnum=}}

==Public Meeting Notes==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 12/19/17
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 19th of Eorgaen 5117
- Dirvy opened the meeting by directing everyone’s attention to the newly placed sign outside of Clovertooth Hall that reads:

~ Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc. ~
Founded Eorgaen 5117

Members:

* Dirvy (Chair)
* Laralana (Co-Chair)
* Arnylon
* Brokkrsten
* Kilded
* Arshwikk
* Brewyte
* Woulfgar
* Joness
* Pietra

* Dirvy states that the goal of I.C.I.C.L.E. is to work with the townspeople and visitors of Icemule to keep the town safe, prosperous, and growing and that they will also be helping Mayor Nihala a bit, while she regains her strength
* Dirvy then introduces the members of I.C.I.C.L.E. and their assigned roles:
** Dirvy – Chairwoman
** Laralana – Co-Chairwoman
** Brokkrsten – Town Planner
** Arnylon – Historian
** Joness – Public Liaison
** Arshwikk – Strategist
** Pietra – Ombundswoman
** Brewyte – Town Broker
** Woulfgar - Ambassador
* Dirvy reported that Mayor Nihala’s priority is finding Deputy Mayor Hibbits who has gone missing. He was last seen heading up the mountain towards Pinefar, and some felt him die in the Elemental Confluence. And this made it I.C.I.C.L.E.’s priority, as well.
* Dirvy asked Enestrie to recite the riddle that is on the tome page that Mayor Nihala gave her.
* Enestrie said the page contained this riddle: “Primeval power long ago forbidden. With simplest words can be unhidden.”
* Discussion about the happenings in and around Icemule
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 01/26/18
|-
|''Notes written by Dirvy Britbane.''

The 26th of Lormesta
* Dirvy opened the meeting by stating what ICICLE stands for: Icemulian Collective for the Improvement of Civilian Life, Etc.
* Dirvy stated that they were going to unveil some of the projects they have planned for Icemule, and have been working on over the past few weeks.
* Dirvy mentioned that Brokkrsten, the Town Planner, was not in attendance, and she would discuss his plans.
* Dirvy started off with her plans for Wurt’s Amulets. She wants to turn it into a kitten café that also sells Wurt’s famous embeddable amulets. She said all pets would be welcome, refreshments would be served, and there would be sitting areas.
* Dirvy also said she had sent missives to all the towns, introducing Icemule’s Ambassadors, and then proceeded to introduce them.
** Arnylon is Icemule's Ambassador to Wehnimer's Landing, Solhaven, and River's Rest.
** Joness is Icemule's Ambassador to Zul Logoth and Teras.
** Arshwikk is Icemule's Ambassdor to Ta'Illistim, Cysaegir, and Ta'Vaalor."
* Dirvy said the Ambassadors would be visiting their towns, in the hopes of creating a stronger relationship between those towns and Icemule.
* Dirvy also said that there were other things she was working on, but she could not discuss them at the time.
* Dirvy asked Arnylon, the Historian, to discuss his projects.
** Arnylon said besides visiting his towns to establish diplomatic relations, he was working on two other projects.
** He stated that he was working on a written commentary and updating the events that have been going on in town. He said he’s chronicled the arrival of the wisp outside of Clovertooth Hall and the span of electrum in Town Center, as well as the events that have happened. (''He did an awesome job too, make sure you give it a read.'')
** He said the second project he was working on was a museum for Icemule. He stated the most promising location for the new museum seems to be where the current Historical Society is located. He said many donations and lots of help would be needed to make this project a reality, and that Brokkrsten and Jalodg have offered to help. He said submissions of art, sculpture, or written works are strongly encouraged. He also said that if anyone was interested in aiding in the design of the building, to let him know.
** Dirvy said that ICICLE would be holding contests for everyone to submit their artwork, statues, written recordings, etc. in the future.
* Dirvy asked Laralana, the Vice Chairwoman, to discuss her projects.
** Laralana said she was working on a redesign of Flashfeets’ shop, the local clothing store in Icemule. She said it would involve a new and updated inventory, as well as remodeling the store itself. Laralana asked if anyone had any design ideas, to contact her.
** She also said she was working on the budget for ICICLE’s projects, along with the help of Town Planner Brokkrsten and Public Liaison Joness.
** She stated that ICICLE was working very hard to ensure that any donations made are used to benefit the town.
** She said that ICICLE had some very exciting projects they were working on, but that they were all quite costly. And asked anyone interested in donating to fund these projects, contact her or any member of ICICLE. (''Make sure you give up the monies, these projects are expensive.'')
* Dirvy asked Jalodg, the Surveyor, to discuss his projects.
** Jalodg said he was working on a Greenhouse along the Icemule-Landing Trail, to be located inside of the Cave of Ice. He said he would like this project to be a joint effort between Icemule and the Landing, to bring the communities together.
** He stated that the reason for the Greenhouse project was because it was difficult to rescue the fallen in that area, and that the Greenhouse would serve as a safe place that could be fogged to, so that people can be healed and resurrected, and others could rest there.
** He also said that healing herbs could be grown or stored in the greenhouse, to help those who hunt in the area or travel along the trail, will have easy access to the herbs they need. (''He also wants a place for companions and furry friends to rest.'')
* Dirvy asked Enestrie, the Intercessor, to discuss her projects.
** Enestrie stated that she is currently learning how to be a Seer. She said this would help Icemule citizens and visitors grow spiritually, and engaged in their purpose in Icemule. She also said she was looking to promote positive spiritual growth for all people in Icemule. (''She is doing a great job so far, ask her for a reading.'')
** She said she was also assisting Jalodg with the Greenhouse project.
** She stated she was helping Larlana with the FlashFeets Fine Fashions project, as well.
* Dirvy asked Joness, the Town Liaison, to discuss his projects.
** Joness stated that his job was to inform everyone what was going on around Icemule and to arrive fashionably late to meetings (''he was late to the public meeting'').
** He said he was in charge of fundraising, and that ICICLE has a lot of great events coming up so that people could help donate funds to the projects.
** He suggested having a dunk tank where people could dunk Laralana in its frozen water, and invited everyone who has hosted a fundraiser to contact him or donate to ICICLE’s building fund. Laralana countered and suggested that they put Dirvy into the dunk tank instead (''Dirvy declined comment at this time'').
** He stated that most of the budget was earmarked for tarts (''it is not'').
** He also said he was helping Jalodg on the Greenhouse project, and would make sure there was more than just bird food there.
* Dirvy asked Arshwikk, the Strategist, to discuss his projects.
** Joness piped in that Arshwikk’s projects were expensive.
** Arshwikk stated that his first job required no funding, and that was to establish a working relationship between Icemule and the Elven Nations. He said being an elf, he felt that was a good start.
** He said that his second responsibility does require some help from the community, and that was to ensure Icemule has proper defenses. He said Icemule does a fine job defending in force, and that they have some defenses already, but he would like to improve on those.
** He said that he didn’t see a point in making ballista projectiles from trees, when chunks of ice could be hurled instead.
** He said he welcomed ideas from citizens and visitors, regarding the defense of Icemule, and invited them to contact him.
** Arnylon suggested big pits filled with giant snakes, and said that this was “likely not possible, but it’d be neat”. Oubar added that the snakes should be on fire. Jalodg also said they should be frozen sharp snakes. (''As Dirvy was recording these proceedings, she was thinking everyone should be fired.'')
** Arshwikk ended with it was a pleasure to serve Icemule in his role.
* Dirvy discussed Brokkrsten’s projects.
** She said Brokkrsten is overseeing the plans for an Icemule Citizens Lounge that will be a standalone building, somewhere near the heart of town. She said it will have the lounge itself, a hot springs, a waterfall, and a fishing area. She said Jalodg was working closely with Brokkrsten.
** Dirvy said that all citizens and visitors of Icemule were welcome to submit ideas to ICICLE regarding any of the projects they were currently working on, or projects they would like to see in Icemule.
** She said Brokkrsten was also working on expanding the Mayor’s Suite, that would include an auditorium that seats 100, and a private meeting space that would seat 15.
** Dirvy mentioned that, in the future, ICICLE was planning to build an embassy, similar to the one in Ta’Illistim, but instead of dividing it into races, they would divide it into towns. She said that Icemule does not see race and has always welcomed all races, so ICICLE members agreed that cities would be more suitable for Icemule’s way of thinking.
* Dirvy then asked everyone to stand close to her (join her), and she revealed the following:
** The storyline has been posted to the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/The_Troubles
** ICICLE has its own entry on the GSWiki: https://gswiki.play.net/ICICLE
** ICICLE also has its own dedicated website that will include updates and public meeting notes: https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home
* Dirvy opened the meeting for questions from the audience.
** Xanlin asked when Town Center might be safe again. Dirvy answered by saying that Town Center was still unsafe, and that she was looking to have the body of the Warden removed so that it could be examined properly, since it was unsafe to do so at its current location. Enestrie said that ICICLE did not know when Town Center would be safe again.
** Dirvy further stated that people should avoid Town Center, and rest at Voln, White Haven, the Inn, the Pub, or the Bakery.
* Dirvy said that the body in Town Center was the Warden, but at the time, ICICLE did not know how he lost his life, who was responsible, or how he came to be near the Chamber of the Dead in the forests of Pinefar.
** Oubar asked if ICICLE had gotten any information from the Warden, prior to his death. Dirvy answered and said that if the Warden shared any information about the penitentiary, if was with Hibbits and that Hibbits was still missing.
* Dirvy said that some people have asked about the bluebird they saw flying through Town Center, but stated that she was unable to say anything more about it, other than it was a message sent and a message received.
** Woulfgar asked how long the figure in the vortex had been trying to escape its shackles. Dirvy answered and said that for several weeks, the prisoner had been trying to escape, and that she claimed to be Dauhkera Darkflorr.
** Karthas said he had heard rumors of a thaw, and asked if these were true. Dirvy answered and said she had not heard anything about a thaw, and that she doubted with all the heavy snowfall in Icemule, that that was something they should not be worried about.
** Woulfgar asked if anyone had discovered the place that the riddle mentioned, on the current page of the tome. Dirvy answered and said the riddle has not been solved, but the tome mentioned pieces to a puzzle that will help close the vortex. Woulfgar then suggested that it was most obviously a mountain peak to start with, and he was sure it was in Pinefar. Dirvy said that Pinefar was a huge place, full of caverns, chasms, and crevices and that it would take people time. Woulfgar asked if the tomb, slumber, could mean under Koar’s altar in Aenatuemgana. Arnylon said input on a solution is always appreciated, and that many have their opinions on the clues. Dirvy said the night the tome turned to the current page, people had found the Warden’s body and one of the clues. Woulfgar said that he hoped it was discovered before another body shows up, and Dirvy agreed. Arnylon said if Woulfgar had questions about recent events due to his absence, there has been an update on everything that has happened up to date, including the location of where the cave was where the warden’s body was discovered. He also said many other things were included, and that once Woulfgar familiarized himself with the recent occurrences, he would be happy to help update him further.
* Dirvy closed the meeting by thanking everyone for coming to hear about ICICLE’s projects and discussing the current events.
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Public Meeting: 05/29/18
|-
|''Transcript written by Dirvy Britbane.''

ICICLE thanks you all for coming out on this cold night. We will try to keep this brief.

We will start with a short discussion about the best strategies to combat demons. As some of you know, Icemule Trace has been plagued with a couple demons lately, and most of us were poorly prepared for them.

After speaking to several seasoned defenders of Elanthia, we have come up with a solid battle strategy to employ against demons, should they visit our town in the future. Unfortunately, due to the nature of demons, seasoned professionals are needed to make demons easier to battle for the younger adventurers.

The first thing to do is to assess the situation. Three demons will be too many to battle at once, as are two vathor demons. Running away is recommended. It is not cowardice to leave, in order to regroup and try again. Necrelines, while not typically considered demons, are creatures that were once adventurers, turned into an altered form by vathors and oculoths. One must kill these creatures, in order to release the adventurer trapped within. Similar to lurks.

After the situation has been assessed, the strategy begins with Sorcerers. The first step is to have Sorcerers read from the 704th page in their spellbook and cast Phase on the demons. This spell pulls them through the veil into this plane of existence, so they are easier to target with spells and physical attacks.

The next step is for Elementalists, Spiritualists, and Mentalists. For Elementalists, they can read the 417th page of their spellbooks and cast Elemental Dispel on the demons. Spiritualists can read the 119th or the 230th page of their spellbooks and cast Spirit Dispel or Spiritual Abolition, respectively. Mentalists can read the 1218th page of their spellbooks and cast Mental Dispel. These spells will help strip down the demon's defenses, making it easier to target with offensive spells and physical attacks. It is recommended to alternate between elemental and spiritual dispels, in order to damage the demon, as well as lower its defenses.

For those of a magickal nature, if you can ward it or overwhelm the demon's defenses with it, then use it. That being said, never use spells that are cast over an area and that may injure others not in your battle group. These types of spells include open implode and cone of lightning. Demons can and will reflect these spells back at you and your group. In our recent battle with a demon, we found that Sorcerers who can read the 711th spell in their spellbooks, can cast Pain on the demons to do significant damage, once its defenses have been lowered.

For those of you who rely on your strength to combat an enemy, at first, most of you are going to find the task of battling a demon impossible. Only those defenders who have weapons enchanted at least eight times, will land a successful attack, provided their strength is higher than the demon's defenses. However, once the elementalists, spiritualists, and mentalists have stripped the demons defenses some, you will find it easier to attack a demon with four times enchanted weapons or higher. *Weapons do need to be made of magickal metals and blessed in order to be effective against demons, in addition to the enchantment requirements.

I wanted to use the next few minutes to update everyone on what ICICLE is doing. I think this is especially important, given the recent speeches by the Mayoral candidates. It seems nobody really knows what we are working on, though we have been pretty transparent about it.

Currently, ICICLE is working on wall defenses around Icemule. Our ballistae have not been in working order for some time, and we have been working on designs to replace these with a new system. We are also working on implementing an alarm system, so citizens and visitors will know when we are being invaded and should seek shelter or seek out group leaders and triage.

ICICLE has recently hosted a rescuer and triage discussion, in order to help organize our triage a little better. It was pointed out by visitors to Icemule that our triage is not as organized as we may think we are. We discussed with other rescuers, empaths, and clerics the best way to get a little more organized, so that we are able to serve the fallen and injured more efficiently and effectively.

We also hosted a discussion about battle strategies, and the need for clear group leaders on the frontlines. In the past, we have had groups form on empaths and clerics, when they are sometimes needed at triage in the middle of battle, leaving the group either to tag along or abandoning them to find a different leader. We need to avoid forming on clerics and empaths for this reason. But the purpose of this discussion was to identify key citizens in Icemule who can be relied upon to lead groups on the frontlines, so that there is never a question who the leaders are.

We have recently submitted plans to the designers for the interior renovation of Flashfeet's Fine Fashions. The shop's inventory had been updated with new fashions in Eorgaen of last year, so the shop needed a bit of a makeover, as well.

Most of you have seen the citizens tent that was built three blocks south of Town Center. In the future, we have plans to build a more permanent building for citizens, complete with a waterfall, underground hot springs, and fishing area.

We also have plans for a proper museum that will replace the Historical Society, sometime in the future. This will take a great deal of planning and cooperation from everyone in Elanthia, and we look forward to beginning work on this when time allows.

In the future, we also have plans for an embassy, that will cater to all towns of Elanthia. When we first discussed this, it was decided we would not build the embassy for specific races, like the one in Ta'Illistim. Because Icemule Trace has always been an inclusive town, we felt building it for towns instead of races would be more appropriate and in sync with the pulse of Icemule.

Currently, ICICLE members are finalizing designs for Wurt's Amulets which would include a complete inventory overhaul and shop redesign, an expanded Mayoral suite, which will include an auditorium, public meeting space, and reception, and the greenhouse project that will be built on the Icemule Trace-Wehnimer's Landing trail.

Also in the future, ICICLE will be hosting several events with the Northern Fury, to help increase their presence in Icemule Trace, and help with bolster their membership. Currently, the Northern Fury host drills every Restday at 6pm Elven in Icemule. If you are interested in joining their ranks, please see Olgretien or attend one of their drill events.
|}

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/view/icicle-imt/home ICICLE's Official Website]
*[[The Troubles]]

[[Category:Icemule Trace]]
[[Category:Meeting Hall Organizations]]

Dirvy (prime)

2025-12-25T18:03:44Z

TWILSON: /* Punkin */

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|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, fierce loyalty
|weakness=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Thailmore, many others
|spouse=Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
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'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the wife of Zailon Britbane Faendryl and Matriarch of the Britbane Family, the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair styled in an ombre of varying shades of red, with blood red-tipped bangs swept to one side. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She is wearing an icy blue battle standard bearing the burrows of Icemule Trace that juts over her shoulder.

She has a tiny pair of silvery clasped hands set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a series of tattooed tally marks on her neck, a blushing fairy tattoo on her arm, a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk on her ankle, a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch on her ankle, and a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her ankle.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
|}

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted, and her polydactyl paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's deep orange eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin."

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Rumbles===
'''an inky black kitten'''

Description: The mischievous kitten's fur is primarily a deep, inky ebon taking on an ethereal green hue as light sheens off her. The tips of her ears have wispy violet tufts that twitch as she constantly gazes about with a curious demeanor. A filigreed kelyn collar suspends a sleek pentacle pendant, and etched delicately on the back in a fine script reads, "Rumbles."

Rumbles was originally Zailon's kitten, but became an official furry family member when Zailon and Dirvy were married. Rumbles is very much a typical sorcerer kitty, sometimes feisty, sometimes aloof.

===Mota===
'''a red-eyed sewer rat'''

Dirvy gave Mota to Zailon as a gift, sometime after their marriage in 5117.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Animated cauldron

2025-12-20T08:28:46Z

TWILSON: /* Usage */ Added 5 other verbs for the cauldron

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'''Animated cauldron'''s were sold at the [[Ebon Gate 2009]] [[Ebon Gate 2009 auction list|auction]]. These are sentient cauldrons that will follow their owner around. While not attuned, they can only be picked up by the one who sets them down. They are heavily scripted, and will react to the alchemist as they practice their [[Alchemy]].
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==Analyze==
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You analyze the copper cauldron and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
This copper cauldron is an alchemical cauldron for use in the Alchemy guild skills. It may be freely altered by any willing merchant, but remember that it must remain a large cauldron or vat of some sort.

This copper cauldron is an Animated Cauldron. TAP it to bring it to life.

You get no sense of whether or not the cauldron may be further lightened.
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==Usage==
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|KICK
| You kick a darkly patinated bronze cauldron. It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at you. Pow! Roundtime: 5 sec.
| Player kicks a copper cauldron.
It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at her kneecaps. Pow! She tumbles to the ground.
|-
! scope="rowgroup" role="rowheader" rowspan="2"|KNOCK
| You knock on a copper cauldron.
The cauldron snaps to attention, then settles down into slower motion.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
| Player knocks on a copper cauldron.
The cauldron snaps to attention, then settles down into slower motion.
|-
|colspan="2"|''Increases or descreases the rate of ambient messaging.''
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|SLAP
| You slap a copper cauldron.
It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at your kneecaps. Pow! You tumble to the ground.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
| XXX slaps a darkly patinated bronze cauldron. It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at her kneecaps. Pow! She tumbles to the ground.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|RUB
| You reach out to a copper cauldron, and it snuggles against your touch.
| XXX reaches out to a copper cauldron, and it snuggles against her touch.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|POKE
| You poke at a copper cauldron, and it pokes back at you.
| XXX pokes at a copper cauldron, and it pokes back at her.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|TURN
| You turn a copper cauldron so that it starts creeping in a new direction.
| XXX turns a copper cauldron so that it starts creeping in a new direction.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|SPIN
| You grab a copper cauldron and give it a mighty spin! Its legs splay out straight as it twirls wildly on its bowl and its rim. After some time, it comes to rest laying sideways and stands back up.
| XXX grabs a copper cauldron and gives it a mighty spin! Its legs splay out straight as it twirls wildly on its bowl and its rim. After some time, it comes to rest laying sideways and stands back up.
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|FLIP
| You flip a copper cauldron upside down so that its legs flail uselessly in the air. Finally, with a mighty downward thrust, it pops itself upright again.
| XXX flips a copper cauldron upside down so that its legs flail uselessly in the air. Finally, with a mighty downward thrust, it pops itself upright again.
|}

==Additional Information==
===Items===
*a blue-tarnished silver cauldron
*a thick hammered copper cauldron
*a thick hammered copper cauldron
*a darkly patinated bronze cauldron
*a bright polished brass cauldron
===Properties===
In addition to being heavily scripted, the cauldrons assist the alchemist with his work.

If at any point you try to add an ingredient or do a step that would effectively ruin the recipe, the cauldron will stop you if it's alive. If it's asleep you can throw any garbage in there and get the foul smell and smoke like usual. Otherwise, if you tried to add the wrong ingredient, boil instead of simmer, infuse, channel or anything else like that in the wrong order, the cauldron will dodge you. If its an ingredient, it will stay in your hand.

The goal is to make the cauldron into sort of a smart lab assistant that will never let you goof up a recipe that you already know. Yes, there's the potential to try to discover new recipes this way, and that's fine. It's not going to be a very effective method of research. Even if you had a nearly-complete recipe that was just missing one step and you knew exactly where in the process that step was, you'd still go crazy trying to find it blindly out of the hundreds of usable ingredients in the system. On the other hand, it might have been more effective in situations like the recent lichbane subplot, where everyone knew that a recipe called for a sapphire but didn't know what kind of sapphire.
=====Ambient messaging=====
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A darkly patinated bronze cauldron stretches as far as it can leaning on each of its three legs in turn, shivering slightly as it does so.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron raises one of its legs and waves.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron steps on XXX's foot!

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron paws at the ground with one of its metal legs.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron suddenly leans to one side for a moment.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron suddenly scampers through XXX's legs!

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron marches up to you and salutes with one of its legs.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron waddles over to Eugenides, leans back, and begins wiping its feet on the ground in his direction.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron ambles around XXX in a circle, occasionally leaning in for an inspection.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron tips itself over and rolls around on the ground in a wide arc before standing upright again.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron spins around like a top, balancing on one leg.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron trots around in a circle.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron crouches low, then suddenly somersaults into the air!
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=====Alchemy Messaging=====
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A darkly patinated bronze cauldron shifts its belly around on its legs, clearly enjoying the heat beneath it.

XXX reaches out to a darkly patinated bronze cauldron, and it snuggles against his touch.
XXX suddenly jerks back.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to right hand. Ouch.

You reach into the cauldron and fill your flask.
The cauldron leaps up and down, applauding with two of its metallic legs.

You reach into the cauldron and take out a silvery monogram rocket.
The cauldron raises up two of its legs and clasps them in victory.
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==References==
*[[Ebon Gate 2009 Teasers (saved post)#Animated Cauldron|Ebon Gate 2009 Teasers (saved post)]]

[[Category:Ebon Gate Auction 2009]]
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Dirvy (prime)

2025-12-11T03:41:18Z

TWILSON: /* Forest Children */

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, fierce loyalty
|weakness=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Thailmore, many others
|spouse=Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the wife of Zailon Britbane Faendryl and Matriarch of the Britbane Family, the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair styled in an ombre of varying shades of red, with blood red-tipped bangs swept to one side. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She is wearing an icy blue battle standard bearing the burrows of Icemule Trace that juts over her shoulder.

She has a tiny pair of silvery clasped hands set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a series of tattooed tally marks on her neck, a blushing fairy tattoo on her arm, a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk on her ankle, a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch on her ankle, and a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her ankle.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
|}

==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted". This thieving troublemaker was given to her by a patient who was happy to be rid of him in the winter of 5115, who said he was trouble. She had no idea...

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted and her paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's emerald green eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin".

Punkin was a gift for Thrakmas 5116 from Dirvy's close friend, Thailmore. That year, Dirvy wanted nothing more than a kitten, but after many failed attempts at trying to win one, Thailmore traded something of value for a black-on-brown tabby kitten, and presented it to her for Thrakmas. Dirvy later went to a groomer who specialized in the magical dyeing of animal fur, and had her kitten dyed a pumpkin orange to fit the name she gave her, Punkin.

Given to her by a dear friend around 5116.

===Rumbles===
'''an inky black kitten'''

Description: The mischievous kitten's fur is primarily a deep, inky ebon taking on an ethereal green hue as light sheens off her. The tips of her ears have wispy violet tufts that twitch as she constantly gazes about with a curious demeanor. A filigreed kelyn collar suspends a sleek pentacle pendant, and etched delicately on the back in a fine script reads, "Rumbles."

Rumbles was originally Zailon's kitten, but became an official furry family member when Zailon and Dirvy were married. Rumbles is very much a typical sorcerer kitty, sometimes feisty, sometimes aloof.

===Mota===
'''a red-eyed sewer rat'''

Dirvy gave Mota to Zailon as a gift, sometime after their marriage in 5117.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

===Purl===
'''a tubby silvered lilac teadragon with argent-veined heliotrope wings'''

Description: A tubby silvered lilac teadragon is a teadragon of the crested variety. This chameleon-like creature has argent-veined heliotrope vestigial wings, and her smoky amethyst tail looks prehensile. With a glistening nightshade-hued hide, the teadragon appears healthy (and the prismatic violet glint in her eyes seems downright mischievous). Her hide has black-stippled accents visible against the primary shades. As you glance over the teadragon, she ruffles her iridescent silver crest. A tubby silvered lilac teadragon stretches under your gaze, flexing a tiny, clawed foot and flicking her tongue lazily.

This tubby tea thief was given to her by some very dear and generous friends during Ebon Gate 5123.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Section will be completed when Dirvy has more free time.]
</pre>

===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Section will be completed when Dirvy isn't so lazy.]
</pre>

===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
<pre{{log2}}>
[Section will be completed when Dirvy remembers this wiki page exists.]
</pre>

=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

<pre{{log2}}>
Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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<pre{{log2}}>
The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

'''Other Paintings'''
<pre{{log2}}>
The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
</pre>

=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
For crafting or cobbling items, cosmetics, and random clutter that Dirvy possesses that you might be interested in, please see the following*:

*For crafting/cobbling commissions, or to borrow an item, please see Dirvy or message her on Discord: mzfittoy

[[Dirvy_(prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter|Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter]]

=See Also=
===[[TownCrier_Interview_Sessions_with_Dirvy|TownCrier Interview Sessions with Dirvy]]===

Animated cauldron

2025-09-18T09:31:56Z

TWILSON: /* Analyze */ Added missing information.

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'''Animated cauldron'''s were sold at the [[Ebon Gate 2009]] [[Ebon Gate 2009 auction list|auction]]. These are sentient cauldrons that will follow their owner around. While not attuned, they can only be picked up by the one who sets them down. They are heavily scripted, and will react to the alchemist as they practice their [[Alchemy]].
{{TOC limit|2}}
==Analyze==
<pre{{log2}}>
You analyze the copper cauldron and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
This copper cauldron is an alchemical cauldron for use in the Alchemy guild skills. It may be freely altered by any willing merchant, but remember that it must remain a large cauldron or vat of some sort.

This copper cauldron is an Animated Cauldron. TAP it to bring it to life.

You get no sense of whether or not the cauldron may be further lightened.
</pre>

==Usage==
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|KICK
| You kick a darkly patinated bronze cauldron. It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at you. Pow! Roundtime: 5 sec.
| Player kicks a copper cauldron.
It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at her kneecaps. Pow! She tumbles to the ground.
|-
! scope="rowgroup" role="rowheader" rowspan="2"|KNOCK
| You knock on a copper cauldron.
The cauldron snaps to attention, then settles down into slower motion.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
| Player knocks on a copper cauldron.
The cauldron snaps to attention, then settles down into slower motion.
|-
|colspan="2"|''Increases or descreases the rate of ambient messaging.''
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|SLAP
| You slap a copper cauldron.
It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at your kneecaps. Pow! You tumble to the ground.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
| XXX slaps a darkly patinated bronze cauldron. It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at her kneecaps. Pow! She tumbles to the ground.
|}

==Additional Information==
===Items===
*a blue-tarnished silver cauldron
*a thick hammered copper cauldron
*a thick hammered copper cauldron
*a darkly patinated bronze cauldron
*a bright polished brass cauldron
===Properties===
In addition to being heavily scripted, the cauldrons assist the alchemist with his work.

If at any point you try to add an ingredient or do a step that would effectively ruin the recipe, the cauldron will stop you if it's alive. If it's asleep you can throw any garbage in there and get the foul smell and smoke like usual. Otherwise, if you tried to add the wrong ingredient, boil instead of simmer, infuse, channel or anything else like that in the wrong order, the cauldron will dodge you. If its an ingredient, it will stay in your hand.

The goal is to make the cauldron into sort of a smart lab assistant that will never let you goof up a recipe that you already know. Yes, there's the potential to try to discover new recipes this way, and that's fine. It's not going to be a very effective method of research. Even if you had a nearly-complete recipe that was just missing one step and you knew exactly where in the process that step was, you'd still go crazy trying to find it blindly out of the hundreds of usable ingredients in the system. On the other hand, it might have been more effective in situations like the recent lichbane subplot, where everyone knew that a recipe called for a sapphire but didn't know what kind of sapphire.
=====Ambient messaging=====
<pre{{log2}}>
A darkly patinated bronze cauldron stretches as far as it can leaning on each of its three legs in turn, shivering slightly as it does so.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron raises one of its legs and waves.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron steps on XXX's foot!

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron paws at the ground with one of its metal legs.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron suddenly leans to one side for a moment.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron suddenly scampers through XXX's legs!

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron marches up to you and salutes with one of its legs.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron waddles over to Eugenides, leans back, and begins wiping its feet on the ground in his direction.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron ambles around XXX in a circle, occasionally leaning in for an inspection.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron tips itself over and rolls around on the ground in a wide arc before standing upright again.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron spins around like a top, balancing on one leg.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron trots around in a circle.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron crouches low, then suddenly somersaults into the air!
</pre>
=====Alchemy Messaging=====
<pre{{log2}}>
A darkly patinated bronze cauldron shifts its belly around on its legs, clearly enjoying the heat beneath it.

XXX reaches out to a darkly patinated bronze cauldron, and it snuggles against his touch.
XXX suddenly jerks back.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to right hand. Ouch.

You reach into the cauldron and fill your flask.
The cauldron leaps up and down, applauding with two of its metallic legs.

You reach into the cauldron and take out a silvery monogram rocket.
The cauldron raises up two of its legs and clasps them in victory.
</pre>
==References==
*[[Ebon Gate 2009 Teasers (saved post)#Animated Cauldron|Ebon Gate 2009 Teasers (saved post)]]

[[Category:Ebon Gate Auction 2009]]
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Animated cauldron

2025-09-18T09:29:55Z

TWILSON: /* Usage */ Filled in the missing information.

<table><tr valign="top"><td>
'''Animated cauldron'''s were sold at the [[Ebon Gate 2009]] [[Ebon Gate 2009 auction list|auction]]. These are sentient cauldrons that will follow their owner around. While not attuned, they can only be picked up by the one who sets them down. They are heavily scripted, and will react to the alchemist as they practice their [[Alchemy]].
{{TOC limit|2}}
==Analyze==
<pre{{log2}}>
{{addmetext}}
</pre>
==Usage==
{| {{verbtable}} 
|- {{verbtableheader}}
! scope="col" style="width:5em;"|Verb
! scope="col"|First
! scope="col"|Third
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|KICK
| You kick a darkly patinated bronze cauldron. It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at you. Pow! Roundtime: 5 sec.
| Player kicks a copper cauldron.
It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at her kneecaps. Pow! She tumbles to the ground.
|-
! scope="rowgroup" role="rowheader" rowspan="2"|KNOCK
| You knock on a copper cauldron.
The cauldron snaps to attention, then settles down into slower motion.
Roundtime: 2 sec.
| Player knocks on a copper cauldron.
The cauldron snaps to attention, then settles down into slower motion.
|-
|colspan="2"|''Increases or descreases the rate of ambient messaging.''
|-
! scope="row" role="rowheader"|SLAP
| You slap a copper cauldron.
It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at your kneecaps. Pow! You tumble to the ground.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
| XXX slaps a darkly patinated bronze cauldron. It jumps up, shakes itself off, then charges right at her kneecaps. Pow! She tumbles to the ground.
|}

==Additional Information==
===Items===
*a blue-tarnished silver cauldron
*a thick hammered copper cauldron
*a thick hammered copper cauldron
*a darkly patinated bronze cauldron
*a bright polished brass cauldron
===Properties===
In addition to being heavily scripted, the cauldrons assist the alchemist with his work.

If at any point you try to add an ingredient or do a step that would effectively ruin the recipe, the cauldron will stop you if it's alive. If it's asleep you can throw any garbage in there and get the foul smell and smoke like usual. Otherwise, if you tried to add the wrong ingredient, boil instead of simmer, infuse, channel or anything else like that in the wrong order, the cauldron will dodge you. If its an ingredient, it will stay in your hand.

The goal is to make the cauldron into sort of a smart lab assistant that will never let you goof up a recipe that you already know. Yes, there's the potential to try to discover new recipes this way, and that's fine. It's not going to be a very effective method of research. Even if you had a nearly-complete recipe that was just missing one step and you knew exactly where in the process that step was, you'd still go crazy trying to find it blindly out of the hundreds of usable ingredients in the system. On the other hand, it might have been more effective in situations like the recent lichbane subplot, where everyone knew that a recipe called for a sapphire but didn't know what kind of sapphire.
=====Ambient messaging=====
<pre{{log2}}>
A darkly patinated bronze cauldron stretches as far as it can leaning on each of its three legs in turn, shivering slightly as it does so.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron raises one of its legs and waves.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron steps on XXX's foot!

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron paws at the ground with one of its metal legs.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron suddenly leans to one side for a moment.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron suddenly scampers through XXX's legs!

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron marches up to you and salutes with one of its legs.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron waddles over to Eugenides, leans back, and begins wiping its feet on the ground in his direction.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron ambles around XXX in a circle, occasionally leaning in for an inspection.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron tips itself over and rolls around on the ground in a wide arc before standing upright again.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron spins around like a top, balancing on one leg.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron trots around in a circle.

A darkly patinated bronze cauldron crouches low, then suddenly somersaults into the air!
</pre>
=====Alchemy Messaging=====
<pre{{log2}}>
A darkly patinated bronze cauldron shifts its belly around on its legs, clearly enjoying the heat beneath it.

XXX reaches out to a darkly patinated bronze cauldron, and it snuggles against his touch.
XXX suddenly jerks back.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to right hand. Ouch.

You reach into the cauldron and fill your flask.
The cauldron leaps up and down, applauding with two of its metallic legs.

You reach into the cauldron and take out a silvery monogram rocket.
The cauldron raises up two of its legs and clasps them in victory.
</pre>
==References==
*[[Ebon Gate 2009 Teasers (saved post)#Animated Cauldron|Ebon Gate 2009 Teasers (saved post)]]

[[Category:Ebon Gate Auction 2009]]
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|questitem= 
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|unlock= 
|legendary= Yes
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{{stub}}

Wizard Familiar Talisman

2025-05-12T23:37:36Z

TWILSON:

A '''Wizard Familiar Talisman''' aids the [[wizard]] in summoning a particular type of [[familiar]].

== Usage ==

First the wizard must attune themselves to the talisman by waving a "binding" [[runestone]] at the talisman. If the talisman has not already been bound to a familiar (i.e., it is "blank"), the talisman must then be attuned to a familiar by waving the talisman at the familiar.

''NOTE: Unless pre-attuned via alchemy or through a merchant, talismans can only be attuned to a familiar currently called by the wizard. Wizards cannot attune talismans to another wizard's familiar.''

Once attuned to the wizard and to a familiar, the wizard finalizes the talisman by casting [[Call Familiar (920)]] at the talisman.
Once finalized, the wizard may summon their preferred familiar by preparing Call Familiar and {{boldmono|CAST}}ing the spell at the talisman.

{{#section:EGShop:Professional Courtesy|broken talisman}}

== Tiers ==

There are four tiers of Familiar Talismans:

'''Tier 1'''

Available for purchase in Wizard Guild shops. When bound to a familiar, it will summon similar types available in the region. It is in the form of '''a wooden talisman'''.

'''Tier 2 talisman'''

These can be crafted via [[Alchemy]] in the form of '''a carved wooden talisman'''. When bound to an unaltered familiar, it will summon the same familiar to the Wizard's side, regardless if that familiar is not native to the region. This tier does not bind to unique/altered familiars.

'''Tier 3 talisman'''

These can be crafted via Alchemy in the form of '''a subtly carved wooden talisman''' for generic usage or in [[#Special_Tier_3_Alchemy_Talisman|specific styles]] using special recipes. When bound to an altered or unaltered familiar, it will summon the same familiar to the Wizard's side.

'''Tier 4, Auction talisman'''

Available only through special events, these come prebound to a pre-altered, or '''custom familiar'''. The talisman will never crumble and will attune to the first Wizard who uses it. The familiar may also have unique ambient messaging. Due to the rare nature of these talismans, they cannot be altered.

Familiar talismans that are tier 1 through 3 can be altered by specially trained merchants.

{{AR2}}
===Blank Tier 2 Talisman===
<table><tr valign="top"><td width="225px">
{{Recipe info
|Profession = Wizard
|Discipline = Trinkets
|Spell = Call Familiar
|Uses = 10
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = All}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = carved wooden talisman}}
#Add [[trinket oil]]
#Add 2 doses of [[ayana leaf]]
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[glimmering blue essence dust]]
#Add Tier 1 familiar talisman
#[[ALCHEMY CHANT (verb)|Chant]] [[Call Familiar (920)]]
{{RE}}
''[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=ayana+leaf Ayana leaf on Roomdata]''</td></tr></table>

===Blank Tier 3 Talisman===
<table><tr valign="top"><td width="225px">
{{Recipe info
|Profession = Wizard
|Discipline = Trinkets
|Spell = Call Familiar
|Uses = 10
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = All}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = subtly carved wooden talisman}}
#Add trinket oil
#Add 2 doses of ayana leaf
#Simmer
#Add [[glowing violet essence dust]]
#Add Tier 1 familiar talisman
#[[ALCHEMY INFUSE|Infuse]]
#Chant Call Familiar (920)
{{RE}}
''[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=ayana+leaf Ayana leaf on Roomdata]''</td></tr></table>

===Special Tier 3 Alchemy Talisman===
Existing in the Alchemy system are special Tier 3 talismans. These are the same as the subtly carved talismans except that they are pre-bound to a familiar listed below.

<pre{{log2}}>The fat red parrot eyes you and shifts from leg to leg before answering slyly, "Oh, I do be thinking I heard m'Mistress Thris a'sayin' somethin' bout more recipes.

She did be mutterin' somethin' on 'bout crimson dust, an' colored light. I wager only wizarding alchemists o'th'highest caliber should dare be tryin' experimentin', though!"
</pre>

These familiar talismans are created unbound, and require the wizard to wave a Binding Runestone at the talisman, followed by a cast of 920 in order to attune the talismans. After that, they can be used like any bound talisman.

Options:

'''Daytime'''
* ''Diamond Lens'': a birchwood cat talisman (a silver-eyed pure white cat)
* ''Sapphire Lens'': a cocobolo hawk talisman (a dappled broad-winged hawk)
* ''Emerald Lens'': a maple wolf talisman (an amber-eyed grizzled timber wolf)
* ''Ruby Lens'': a maoral fox talisman (a black-footed plump red fox)
* ''Amethyst Lens'': a crudely carved frog talisman (a heavy-set bull frog)
* ''Shadowglass Lens'': an ironwood raven talisman (a glossy coal black raven)

'''Nighttime'''
* ''Diamond Lens'': an ebonwood cat talisman (a silver-ruffed charcoal black cat)
* ''Sapphire Lens'': a driftwood merlin talisman (a slim dove grey merlin)
* ''Emerald Lens'': an ash jackal talisman (a rangy dappled grey jackal)
* ''Ruby Len''s: a hickory coyote talisman (a lithe golden-eyed coyote)
* ''Amethyst Lens'': a crudely carved toad talisman (a squat pebble-backed toad)
* ''Shadowglass Lens'': a haon owl talisman (a dark-eyed grey barred owl)

<table><tr valign="top"><td width="225px">
{{Recipe info
|Profession = Wizard
|Discipline = Trinkets
|Spell = Call Familiar
|Uses = ?
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = All}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Quantifier =
|Nolink = See options immediately above for products
}}
#Add [[trinket oil]]
#Add 2 doses of [[ayana leaf]]
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[radiant crimson essence dust]]
#Add Tier 1 familiar talisman
#[[ALCHEMY INFUSE (verb)|Infuse]]
#[[ALCHEMY CHANT (verb)|Chant]] [[Call Familiar (920)]]
#[[ALCHEMY REFRACT (verb)|Refract]] light through (colored) lens during (day/night)
{{RE}}
''Each colored lens produces a different option during the day and at night 
''[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=ayana+leaf Ayana leaf on Roomdata]''</td></tr></table>

==Resources==
*[[Alchemy/saved posts#Familiar_Talisman_Recipes|Saved posts]]
[[Category:Wizard]]

Wizard Familiar Talisman

2025-05-12T23:36:37Z

TWILSON: Time of day/lens information provided by Rovvigen

A '''Wizard Familiar Talisman''' aids the [[wizard]] in summoning a particular type of [[familiar]].

== Usage ==

First the wizard must attune themselves to the talisman by waving a "binding" [[runestone]] at the talisman. If the talisman has not already been bound to a familiar (i.e., it is "blank"), the talisman must then be attuned to a familiar by waving the talisman at the familiar.

''NOTE: Unless pre-attuned via alchemy or through a merchant, talismans can only be attuned to a familiar currently called by the wizard. Wizards cannot attune talismans to another wizard's familiar.''

Once attuned to the wizard and to a familiar, the wizard finalizes the talisman by casting [[Call Familiar (920)]] at the talisman.
Once finalized, the wizard may summon their preferred familiar by preparing Call Familiar and {{boldmono|CAST}}ing the spell at the talisman.

{{#section:EGShop:Professional Courtesy|broken talisman}}

== Tiers ==

There are four tiers of Familiar Talismans:

'''Tier 1'''

Available for purchase in Wizard Guild shops. When bound to a familiar, it will summon similar types available in the region. It is in the form of '''a wooden talisman'''.

'''Tier 2 talisman'''

These can be crafted via [[Alchemy]] in the form of '''a carved wooden talisman'''. When bound to an unaltered familiar, it will summon the same familiar to the Wizard's side, regardless if that familiar is not native to the region. This tier does not bind to unique/altered familiars.

'''Tier 3 talisman'''

These can be crafted via Alchemy in the form of '''a subtly carved wooden talisman''' for generic usage or in [[#Special_Tier_3_Alchemy_Talisman|specific styles]] using special recipes. When bound to an altered or unaltered familiar, it will summon the same familiar to the Wizard's side.

'''Tier 4, Auction talisman'''

Available only through special events, these come prebound to a pre-altered, or '''custom familiar'''. The talisman will never crumble and will attune to the first Wizard who uses it. The familiar may also have unique ambient messaging. Due to the rare nature of these talismans, they cannot be altered.

Familiar talismans that are tier 1 through 3 can be altered by specially trained merchants.

{{AR2}}
===Blank Tier 2 Talisman===
<table><tr valign="top"><td width="225px">
{{Recipe info
|Profession = Wizard
|Discipline = Trinkets
|Spell = Call Familiar
|Uses = 10
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = All}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = carved wooden talisman}}
#Add [[trinket oil]]
#Add 2 doses of [[ayana leaf]]
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[glimmering blue essence dust]]
#Add Tier 1 familiar talisman
#[[ALCHEMY CHANT (verb)|Chant]] [[Call Familiar (920)]]
{{RE}}
''[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=ayana+leaf Ayana leaf on Roomdata]''</td></tr></table>

===Blank Tier 3 Talisman===
<table><tr valign="top"><td width="225px">
{{Recipe info
|Profession = Wizard
|Discipline = Trinkets
|Spell = Call Familiar
|Uses = 10
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = All}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = subtly carved wooden talisman}}
#Add trinket oil
#Add 2 doses of ayana leaf
#Simmer
#Add [[glowing violet essence dust]]
#Add Tier 1 familiar talisman
#[[ALCHEMY INFUSE|Infuse]]
#Chant Call Familiar (920)
{{RE}}
''[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=ayana+leaf Ayana leaf on Roomdata]''</td></tr></table>

===Special Tier 3 Alchemy Talisman===
Existing in the Alchemy system are special Tier 3 talismans. These are the same as the subtly carved talismans except that they are pre-bound to a familiar listed below.

<pre{{log2}}>The fat red parrot eyes you and shifts from leg to leg before answering slyly, "Oh, I do be thinking I heard m'Mistress Thris a'sayin' somethin' bout more recipes.

She did be mutterin' somethin' on 'bout crimson dust, an' colored light. I wager only wizarding alchemists o'th'highest caliber should dare be tryin' experimentin', though!"
</pre>

These familiar talismans are created unbound, and require the wizard to wave a Binding Runestone at the talisman, followed by a cast of 920 in order to attune the talismans. After that, they can be used like any bound talisman.

Options:

'''Daytime'''
* ''Diamond Lens'': a birchwood cat talisman (a silver-eyed pure white cat)
* ''Sapphire Lens'': a cocobolo hawk talisman (a dappled broad-winged hawk)
* ''Emerald Lens'': a maple wolf talisman (an amber-eyed grizzled timber wolf)
* ''Ruby Lens'': a maoral fox talisman (a black-footed plump red fox)
* ''Amethyst Lens'': a crudely carved frog talisman (a heavy-set bull frog)
* ''Shadowglass Lens'': an ironwood raven talisman (a glossy coal black raven)

'''Nighttime'''
* ''Diamond Lens'': an ebonwood cat talisman (a silver-ruffed charcoal black cat)

* ''Sapphire Lens'': a driftwood merlin talisman (a slim dove grey merlin)

* ''Emerald Lens'': an ash jackal talisman (a rangy dappled grey jackal)

* ''Ruby Len''s: a hickory coyote talisman (a lithe golden-eyed coyote)

* ''Amethyst Lens'': a crudely carved toad talisman (a squat pebble-backed toad)

* ''Shadowglass Lens'': a haon owl talisman (a dark-eyed grey barred owl)

<table><tr valign="top"><td width="225px">
{{Recipe info
|Profession = Wizard
|Discipline = Trinkets
|Spell = Call Familiar
|Uses = ?
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = All}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Quantifier =
|Nolink = See options immediately above for products
}}
#Add [[trinket oil]]
#Add 2 doses of [[ayana leaf]]
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[radiant crimson essence dust]]
#Add Tier 1 familiar talisman
#[[ALCHEMY INFUSE (verb)|Infuse]]
#[[ALCHEMY CHANT (verb)|Chant]] [[Call Familiar (920)]]
#[[ALCHEMY REFRACT (verb)|Refract]] light through (colored) lens during (day/night)
{{RE}}
''Each colored lens produces a different option during the day and at night 
''[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=ayana+leaf Ayana leaf on Roomdata]''</td></tr></table>

==Resources==
*[[Alchemy/saved posts#Familiar_Talisman_Recipes|Saved posts]]
[[Category:Wizard]]

House Sovyn

2024-11-06T20:49:07Z

TWILSON: /* Current Officers */

[[File:House sovyn.jpg|170px|thumb|right]]

House Sovyn is located in [[Wehnimer's Landing]], south of the Temple and down the crystal walkway. It provides a home for [[empaths]], [[clerics]], and [[paladins]] interested in working together to help and heal others. Amenities for members include mud baths, hot springs, darts, lockers, and shrines to the various Arkati, as well as chrism-quality gems for clerics who need them. An enchanting workshop, open to the public, is located down the path from the House courtyard. There is also a fishing pond located down the footpath from the courtyard and a [https://gswiki.play.net/Imaera#House_Sovyn.2C_Herb_Garden garden shrine] dedicated to Imaera and Kuon down the walkway from the pond, both open to the public.

Those interested in joining should contact an officer, either in game or via sovyn-officers@yahoogroups.com, to set up an interview. Alternatively, a join request form can be filled out on the House Sovyn website found here: [http://www.housesovyn.com/house-info/how-to-join Join Request Form]. Assuming the interview is successful and the applicant remains interested in joining, officers will then schedule an induction at the applicant's earliest convenience.

House member meetings are held at 9:00 p.m. Eastern on the first Monday of every month in the House library.

==Current Officers==

* '''Patriarch''' : Eruheran
* '''Executrix''' : [[Dirvy (prime)|Dirvy]]
* '''Gypsy Scribe''' : Balley
* '''Librarian''' : Amminar
* '''Lady Exchequer''' : Leyann
* '''Numismatist''' : Acerbe
* '''Keeper of Rings''' : Thailmore
* '''Historian''': [[Darcena (prime)|Darcena]]

==House Sovyn Motto and Symbol==

'''Motto''': "Head, Hands, and Heart"

'''Symbol''': A pair of clasped-hands, usually displayed as one white, one silver on a field of green.

==Charter==

===STATEMENT OF PURPOSE===

The House of Sovyn is being established for the purpose of promoting the lawful goals of its membership as it may, from time to time, determine to be of mutual benefit. In addition, as when a sovyn clove is administered and restores lost limbs, so does House Sovyn tend to and restore health and life to those in need.

===STATEMENT OF GOVERNING===

House Sovyn shall be a democratic House with all members voting on key issues; the Chairman breaking all ties and controlling the agenda for issues to be brought before a vote.

Officer terms shall be for a period of one year at which point new elections shall be held. Elections shall be held on the summer solstice. If a current officer has been in office for less than 6 months, his position shall be retained until the following election. Should an office be vacated under circumstances other than an election, the office shall be filled by a vote within 2 weeks of the office being vacated. If only one person volunteers for the office by the end of the first week, the current officers reserve the right to invest the person into the vacant office without the need for a vote. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian are an exception to the one year term and will be filled as vacated instead of on a yearly basis.

If a House Sovyn officer has not participated in a House activity and/or has been absent from the lands for a period of one month, it is the other officers' obligation to contact that person and give them two weeks to respond. If the officer in question does not respond within the two week period and has no basis for their disappearance, then they shall be expelled from office. If the officer in question does respond within the two week period, an explanation for their inactivity will be mandatory and their status as an officer may be placed into question, situation depending.

In the event a main office is vacated between summer solstice elections, the co-officer will step up to the vacant main position (if they so desire) and a vote will be held to fill the co-position. In the event a co-position is vacated between election times, a vote will be held to fill this position. The offices of IC Coordinator and Librarian shall not have a term and in the event either of these offices are vacated, the office vacated will be posted to the general membership for application. Applications will be accepted for one week after the office is vacated and the current officers will vote and approve a candidate within the week following.

In the event of a summer solstice election, the offices up for voting shall be divided into three categories: Chairman, Treasury and Secretarial. Any and all interested parties shall run for a category, not an individual position. Voters shall designate who they believe, out of the options presented for each category, should fill the main position and who should fill the co-position. When tallying votes, 2 points shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for the main position, and 1 point shall be assigned to each person receiving a vote for co-position. The points will be added up, and the person running for office with the most tallied points wins the main position, and the person with the second most tallied points wins the co-position. One week will be designated for accepting applications and speeches for positions, and a second week will be designated for accepting and tallying votes.

===REQUIREMENTS FOR JOINING===

Proposed members for House Sovyn must meet the following requirements:

1) They shall be an Empath of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and transfer all wounds, a Cleric of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows, or they shall be a Paladin of age 10 or greater able and willing to life keep and resurrect when training allows.

2) Non Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins will not be admitted for membership unless they marry or are married to a current or future member. Spouses of future members may be admitted as soon as the Empath, Cleric, or Paladin is admitted into the House. They shall have a status of associate member, having all rights that members have excepting the ability to hold office. If an associate member's marriage is dissolved, or their spouse leaves the House, they shall have the option to remain as an associate member if they so desire.

===MEMBERSHIP FEES===

There shall be an initiation fee in the sum of 25,000 silver pieces with no monthly dues; half these amounts if an associate member.

===MEMBERSHIP PRIVILEGES===

All members shall have access to all areas of the House excepting the quarters reserved for officers and the lounges specific to either Empaths, Clerics, or Paladins. Members may elect to have the coat of arms of House Sovyn engraved upon their shield and they shall also be eligible for loans assuming they meet the requirements and are in good standing. In addition, the House shall provide storage facilities for all its members.

===BYLAWS===

All members shall adhere to the following guidelines: A reasonable effort will be made to assist any seriously injured or deceased person to prevent a deterioration in their current condition and prepare them for a return to a healthful living condition. Seriously injured means bleeding wounds that will lead to death if not addressed. Deterioration in their current condition means death for the seriously injured and decomposition for the deceased. Obviously, if the person is under the care of another empath/cleric/paladin, no assistance is required. Members are not required to stay at gathering places such as the main gate or our healing area even if there are seriously wounded or deceased persons present if there are other empaths/clerics/paladins there to provide assistance. It is not expected that a member shall run throughout the lands looking for those in need of help (though they may choose to).

For the seriously injured, assistance is not required to those who are not cooperating with the provider of that assistance. Non-cooperation would include the injured running away, physically assaulting or abusing the House member while they attempt to provide assistance. Abuse shall consist of, but is not limited to, acts such as punching, kicking, slapping, etc. Assistance is also not required if the injured or deceased asks not to be assisted by the House member.

It would be unreasonable for an empath/cleric/paladin to take actions that are likely to result in the empath/cleric/paladin's death to provide such assistance. An empath is not expected to heal when their current health is so poor that it's life threatening, a cleric is not expected to restore life when their current life spirit is insufficient, and a paladin is not expected to assist if their health is poor, or their current life spirit is insufficient. It would also be considered unreasonable to tend a wounded person in the field in an area where the creatures present would kill the empath/cleric/paladin if they put their weapon and shield away to bandage the person.

A reasonable effort is defined as the actions needed to prevent immediate deterioration and, if not fully healed of serious injuries or restored to life, create a situation that the empath/cleric/paladin believes will result in them getting the required level of care before their condition deteriorates. Reasonable efforts would include tending a seriously injured person in the field so that they have sufficient time to return to town for full treatment or life keeping a deceased person in the field and leaving the deceased in the care of a friend who will drag the deceased to town for full treatment.

Enforcement is the responsibility of the House officers, who would only act in the face of overwhelming evidence indicating a gross violation of the spirit of the charter.

==Active Clerics==
Below is a list of active clerics within House Sovyn for intercession needs.

{|class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable}}
|-style="background:#d3d3d3; border:#555555;font-size: larger"
!width=75;|Cleric
!width=75; |Arkati
|-
|Eruheran
|Koar
|-
|Amminar
|Imaera
|-
|Paerdita
|Laethe
|-
|Leyann
|Leya
|-
|Windros
|Koar
|-
|Cirik
|Imaera
|-
|Jennora
|Oleani
|-
|Delyorik
|
|}

==Map==
[[File:Housesovyn.png]]

==Resources==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Cooperative%20Houses%20of%20Elanthia%20(CHE%60Great%20Houses)/House%20Sovyn/view Officials folder]
*[http://www.housesovyn.com/home House Sovyn's Official Website]
*[https://discord.gg/K9e4Sfu House Sovyn's Official Member Discord Server]

[[Category: CHE]]

Dye additive

2024-10-09T00:34:41Z

TWILSON: Added success indicator for glowing dye additive

<noinclude>{{TOCright}}Dye additives are high level [[General Alchemy]] recipes. They are used to add descriptors to dyes such as glimmering, radiant, glowing, etc. A [[cobalt blue dye]] plus a [[glittering dye additive]] will make a ''glittering cobalt blue dye''. Dye additives can be used with [[dyer's tent]] dyes and [[cobbling]] dyes by taking the purchased dye to the clerk and using the '''ORDER BOTTLE''' command. The additive can then be poured into the substituted dye.

</noinclude>==Brilliant dye additive==
The formula for brilliant dye additive was learned in the Library; no rank information is known.

To create a brilliant dye, pour the brilliant dye additive in the completed dye. Both adjectives are combined (e.g. "a glittering light red vial of dye"). The dyed item will also have both adjectives
<pre{{log2}}>
>pour add in my dye
You pour the additive into your green vial of dye. As the two substances blend together, the dye slowly transforms into a brilliant green vial of dye.
</pre>
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = Travel required}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = brilliant dye additive
|Width = 325}}
#Add [[clear dye base]]
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add 3 doses of ground sponge mushroom
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered uncut star-of-Tamzyrr diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=sponge+mushroom Sponge mushroom on Roomdata]</td></tr></table>
==Glimmering dye additive==
The formula for glimmering dye additive was found on a parchment; no rank information is known.
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = Travel required}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = glimmering dye additive
|Width = 325}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add fetid black slime
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered uncut maernstrike diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=fetid+black+slime Fetid black slime on Roomdata]</td></tr></table>

==Glittering dye additive==
The formula for glittering dye additive was found on a parchment; no rank information is known.
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = Travel required}}</td>
<td>
{{RC|
Product = glittering dye additive}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add mass of congealed slime
#Simmer
#Add [[List of alchemy shop inventory|powdered blue diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
''Congealed slime can be foraged for in indoor [[Rift]] rooms Blue diamonds are found exclusively on [[Teras Isle]]''</td></tr></table>

==Glowing dye additive==
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught = 54
|Rank end = 63
|Location = West}}</td>
<td>
{{RC|
Product = glowing dye additive}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add 3 doses of ground green lichen
#Simmer
#Add [[List of alchemy shop inventory|powdered uncut diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
''Charcoal grey haze indicates success''
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=glowing+green+lichen Glowing green lichen on Roomdata]</td></tr></table>

==Radiant dye additive==
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught = 58
|Rank end = 63
|Location = Travel required}}</td>
<td>
{{RC|
Product = radiant dye additive}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add 2 doses of ground wyrm thorn
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered clear glimaerstone]] - Not found in guild shops.
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered dragon's-tear diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=wyrm+thorn Wyrm thorn on Roomdata]</td></tr></table>

==Shimmering dye additive==
The formula for shimmering dye additive was found in the Library; no rank information is known.

{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = Travel required}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = shimmering dye additive
|Width = 325}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#Boil
#Add 2 doses of ground petrified shadowstalk
#Simmer
#Add [[List of alchemy shop inventory|powdered uncut diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#Add 3 doses of [[List of alchemy shop inventory|powdered shimmertine shard]]
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
''Soft pink haze indicates success''
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=petrified+shadowstalk Petrified shadowstalk on Roomdata] ''Shimmertime shards are found in Elven Nations</td></tr></table>

==Shining dye additive==
The formula for shining dye additive was found in the Library; no rank information is known.
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = Travel required}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = shining dye additive
|Width = 300}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add 2 doses of ground bloodthorn stem
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered yellow hyacinth]] - Not found in guild shops.
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered uncut maernstrike diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=bloodthorn+stem Bloodthorn stem on Roomdata]</td></tr></table>

==Sparkling dye additive==
The formula for sparkling dye additive was found in the Library; no rank information is known.
{{ATS}}
{{GA
|Uses = 1
|Rank taught =
|Rank end =
|Location = West}}</td>
<td>
{{RC
|Product = sparkling dye additive
|Width = 295}}
#Add clear dye base
#Add powdered [[waxy grey caederine]]
#[[Boil]]
#Add 2 doses of ground bone mushroom
#[[Simmer]]
#Add [[Alchemy gem collection|powdered dragon's-tear diamond]] - Not found in guild shops.
#[[alchemy channel|Channel]]
{{RE}}
[http://www.virilneus.com/recipes/ingredient.php?named=bone+mushroom Bone mushroom on Roomdata]</td></tr></table><noinclude>

==See Also==
*[[Caedera]]
*[[Alchemy dyes]]
*[[Dye base]]
*[[Alchemy hair dyes]]
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Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:55:23Z

TWILSON: /* Perfume */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better. All of these are available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: XXX has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: XXX has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: XXX has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: XXX has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: XXX has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: XXX has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: XXX has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: XXX has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: XXX has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: XXX has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: XXX has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: XXX has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: XXX has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: XXX has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: XXX has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: XXX has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: XXX has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
|-
| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: XXX has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
|-
| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: XXX has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
|-
| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
|-
| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: XXX has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
|-
| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
|-
| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: XXX has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
|-
| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
|-
| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: XXX has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
|-
| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: XXX has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
|-
| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
|-
| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: XXX has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: XXX has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: XXX has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: XXX has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: XXX has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: XXX has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: XXX has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: XXX has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: XXX has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: XXX has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: XXX has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: XXX has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: XXX has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: XXX has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: XXX has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: XXX has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: XXX has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: XXX has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: XXX has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: XXX has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: XXX has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: XXX has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: XXX has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: XXX has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: XXX has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: XXX has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: XXX has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: XXX has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: XXX has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: XXX has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: XXX has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: XXX has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: XXX has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: XXX has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: XXX has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: XXX has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: XXX has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: XXX has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: XXX has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: XXX has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: XXX has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: XXX has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: XXX has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
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| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
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| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: XXX has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
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| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: XXX has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
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| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: XXX has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: XXX has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
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| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: XXX has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
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| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: XXX has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
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| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: XXX has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
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| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: XXX has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
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=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.
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| Collections of Items
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| avian-inked ashen silk ribbons || porcelain thimbles
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| braided doeskin straps || red-striped ivory silk ribbons
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| braided rose gold wires || rose-burnt nacre velvet ribbons
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| bronze-washed gilded amber feathers || rotund alabaster harp seals
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| charcoal and ecru tartan ribbons || semi-sheer merlot chiffon ribbons
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| coils of violet-dusked beads || silken measuring tape ribbons
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| cool-toned lyshaelyn beads || slender pallid silver wires
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| diminutive vergless lanterns || slim patinated brass rings
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| eight-point niveous glass snowflakes || spherical silver bells
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| flora-painted pale porcelain teacups || tiny abyssal onyx cats
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| fused electrum wires || tiny argent scoria tombstones
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| gilded snowflake lace ribbons || tiny black moonstone bats
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| gilt-foliated burgundy glass beads || tiny blonde oak mandrakes
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| gold-shot crimson plaid ribbons || tiny colorful dye vials
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| gradient pale blue glass beads || tiny ebon blown glass spiders
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| gradient sunset naiquard ribbons || tiny ghostwood rings
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| hand-tatted ecru lace ribbons || tiny gilded amber honeycombs
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| iridescent glimaergless bubbles || tiny jade-carved teadragons
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| jewel-toned velvet ribbons || tiny orange topaz pumpkins
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| lacquer-stiff vellum dachre cards || tiny pale chalcedony ghosts
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| marbled smoky faenor wires || tiny silver-wrought keys
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| miniature bright fabric bolts || tiny violet everine blossoms
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| miniature frosted crystal icicles || tiny-horned pale moonstone narwhals
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| miniscule jadewood teadragons || velvety evergreen-toned ribbons
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| perforated bronze starbursts || vert-stained dark brass wires
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| petite gilt-limned pinecones || wispy ghost white tulle ribbons
|}
=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Chocolate Molds=
The following is a list of chocolate molds available for loan, along with a heater. Bulk chocolate-making services are also available.

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:47:09Z

TWILSON:

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
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| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
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| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
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| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
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| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
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| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better. All of these are available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
|-
| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
|-
| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
|-
| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
|-
| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
|-
| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
|-
| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
|-
| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
|-
| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
|-
| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
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| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
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| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
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| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
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| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
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| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
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| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
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| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
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| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
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=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.
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| Collections of Items
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| avian-inked ashen silk ribbons || porcelain thimbles
|-
| braided doeskin straps || red-striped ivory silk ribbons
|-
| braided rose gold wires || rose-burnt nacre velvet ribbons
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| bronze-washed gilded amber feathers || rotund alabaster harp seals
|-
| charcoal and ecru tartan ribbons || semi-sheer merlot chiffon ribbons
|-
| coils of violet-dusked beads || silken measuring tape ribbons
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| cool-toned lyshaelyn beads || slender pallid silver wires
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| diminutive vergless lanterns || slim patinated brass rings
|-
| eight-point niveous glass snowflakes || spherical silver bells
|-
| flora-painted pale porcelain teacups || tiny abyssal onyx cats
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| fused electrum wires || tiny argent scoria tombstones
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| gilded snowflake lace ribbons || tiny black moonstone bats
|-
| gilt-foliated burgundy glass beads || tiny blonde oak mandrakes
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| gold-shot crimson plaid ribbons || tiny colorful dye vials
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| gradient pale blue glass beads || tiny ebon blown glass spiders
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| gradient sunset naiquard ribbons || tiny ghostwood rings
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| hand-tatted ecru lace ribbons || tiny gilded amber honeycombs
|-
| iridescent glimaergless bubbles || tiny jade-carved teadragons
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| jewel-toned velvet ribbons || tiny orange topaz pumpkins
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| lacquer-stiff vellum dachre cards || tiny pale chalcedony ghosts
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| marbled smoky faenor wires || tiny silver-wrought keys
|-
| miniature bright fabric bolts || tiny violet everine blossoms
|-
| miniature frosted crystal icicles || tiny-horned pale moonstone narwhals
|-
| miniscule jadewood teadragons || velvety evergreen-toned ribbons
|-
| perforated bronze starbursts || vert-stained dark brass wires
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| petite gilt-limned pinecones || wispy ghost white tulle ribbons
|}
=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Chocolate Molds=
The following is a list of chocolate molds available for loan, along with a heater. Bulk chocolate-making services are also available.

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:32:32Z

TWILSON:

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
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| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
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| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
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| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
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| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
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| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better. All of these are available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
|-
| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
|-
| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
|-
| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
|-
| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
|-
| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
|-
| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
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| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
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| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
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| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
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| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
|-
| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
|-
| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}

=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Collections of Items
|-
| avian-inked ashen silk ribbons || porcelain thimbles
|-
| braided doeskin straps || red-striped ivory silk ribbons
|-
| braided rose gold wires || rose-burnt nacre velvet ribbons
|-
| bronze-washed gilded amber feathers || rotund alabaster harp seals
|-
| charcoal and ecru tartan ribbons || semi-sheer merlot chiffon ribbons
|-
| coils of violet-dusked beads || silken measuring tape ribbons
|-
| cool-toned lyshaelyn beads || slender pallid silver wires
|-
| diminutive vergless lanterns || slim patinated brass rings
|-
| eight-point niveous glass snowflakes || spherical silver bells
|-
| flora-painted pale porcelain teacups || tiny abyssal onyx cats
|-
| fused electrum wires || tiny argent scoria tombstones
|-
| gilded snowflake lace ribbons || tiny black moonstone bats
|-
| gilt-foliated burgundy glass beads || tiny blonde oak mandrakes
|-
| gold-shot crimson plaid ribbons || tiny colorful dye vials
|-
| gradient pale blue glass beads || tiny ebon blown glass spiders
|-
| gradient sunset naiquard ribbons || tiny ghostwood rings
|-
| hand-tatted ecru lace ribbons || tiny gilded amber honeycombs
|-
| iridescent glimaergless bubbles || tiny jade-carved teadragons
|-
| jewel-toned velvet ribbons || tiny orange topaz pumpkins
|-
| lacquer-stiff vellum dachre cards || tiny pale chalcedony ghosts
|-
| marbled smoky faenor wires || tiny silver-wrought keys
|-
| miniature bright fabric bolts || tiny violet everine blossoms
|-
| miniature frosted crystal icicles || tiny-horned pale moonstone narwhals
|-
| miniscule jadewood teadragons || velvety evergreen-toned ribbons
|-
| perforated bronze starbursts || vert-stained dark brass wires
|-
| petite gilt-limned pinecones || wispy ghost white tulle ribbons
|}
=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:17:45Z

TWILSON: /* Perfume */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better. All of these are available for loan.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
|-
| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
|-
| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
|-
| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
|-
| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
|-
| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
|-
| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
|-
| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}

=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.

=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:16:31Z

TWILSON: /* Perfume */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned! One day, I may try to organize these a little better.
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
|-
| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
|-
| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
|-
| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
|-
| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
|-
| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
|-
| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
|-
| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}

=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.

=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:15:37Z

TWILSON: /* Perfume */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
This is a big list. You have been warned!
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
|-
| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
|-
| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
|-
| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
|-
| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
|-
| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
|-
| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
|-
| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}

=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.

=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T14:08:43Z

TWILSON: /* Nail Polish */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a cinnamon-hued spherical glass bottle || shimmering cinnamon-hued lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|-
| a pointed black crystalline bottle || crystal-tipped matte black polish || lightly pointed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
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| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
|-
| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
|-
| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
|-
| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
|-
| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
|-
| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
|-
| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
|-
| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}
=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.

=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-25T13:30:08Z

TWILSON:

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving, knitting, and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. Bulk gem/chrism cutting commissions are also available.

==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}

==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}

==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}

==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}

==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}

==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}

==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}

==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}

==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}

=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Perfumes
|-
! Container !! First Person !! Third Person
|-
| a bottle of acrid oil || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust || First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
|-
| a bottle of arctic cologne || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
|-
| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume || First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
|-
| a bottle of banana perfume || First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blood red oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of blueberry perfume || First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of chocolate perfume || First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of coffee oil || First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
|-
| a bottle of cookie dough perfume || First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
|-
| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss || First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
|-
| a bottle of cucumber perfume || First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of dusty parchment oil || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
|-
| a bottle of foul-scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of fresh hay oil || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
|-
| a bottle of fresh scent cologne || First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
|-
| a bottle of golden spice cologne || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of greasy oil || First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
|-
| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume || First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of horrid scented oil || First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of jungle mist cologne || First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
|-
| a bottle of lemon perfume || First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
|-
| a bottle of manure-scented oil || First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
|-
| a bottle of onion oil || First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
|-
| a bottle of orange perfume || First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost || First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. || Third-person: Orbillin has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
|-
| a bottle of peach perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil || First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pineapple perfume || First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of roasted meat oil || First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
|-
| a bottle of sea breeze cologne || First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
|-
| a bottle of smokefire cologne || First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
|-
| a bottle of sour alcohol oil || First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
|-
| a bottle of spiced lime cologne || First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
|-
| a bottle of sulfur scented oil || First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of sweet pea perfume || First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
|-
| a bottle of turnip oil || First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
|-
| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist || First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
|-
| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions || First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. || Third-person: Orbillin has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves || First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. || Third-person: Orbillin has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle || First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. || Third-person: Orbillin has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb || First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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| a cream-banded soapstone bottle || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper || First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. || Third-person: Orbillin has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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| a cylindrical red jasper vial || First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals || First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions || First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. || Third-person: Orbillin has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer || First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. || Third-person: Orbillin has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper || First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. || Third-person: Orbillin has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones || First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon || First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper || First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple || First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a frosted spiral glass bottle with a winter rose stopper || First-person: You have the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of roses with icy notes hanging from him.
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| a frosted square bottle || First-person: You have a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around you. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a rich scent of caramelized brown sugar wreathed around her. Sweet undertones of honey mingle with a touch of vanilla icing.
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| a gingerbread tree-shaped bottle with gemstone garland || First-person: You have the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about you, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain. || Third-person: Orbillin has the piquant amber haze of fresh gingerbread wafting about him, with sharp notes of clove and nutmeg among those most noticeable. Beneath the sharp currents of ginger and spice, the mellow scent of sandalwood, touched with vanilla, brings the aroma down to a smooth plain.
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| a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper || First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
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| a gold-sheened cranberry glass vial with a frosted base || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a jade-inset lavender agate vessel || First-person: You have virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about you. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath. || Third-person: Orbillin has virid top notes of hawthorn and damp leaves wreathing lightly about him. Pronounced heart notes of witchwood flower vaguely mask the darker oakmoss undertones lurking beneath.
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| a jeweled blue glass bottle with a white silk tassel || First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a lace-carved ivory bottle painted with pastel flowers || First-person: You have sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling you, the warm, honeyed attar tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole. || Third-person: Orbillin has sweet tendrils of chamomile encircling him, the warm, honeyed fragrance tamed by tart notes of lemongrass and the faintest caress of lush briar roses. Beneath it all, base notes of dark vanilla unite the fragrance as a whole.
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| a lacquered apple green clay bottle || First-person: You have the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the simple scent of crisp green apples lingering on his skin.
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| a large midnight-hued bottle capped with a small grey bone || First-person: You have a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping you, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark. || Third-person: Orbillin has a bouquet of night-blooming jasmine and winter rose enveloping him, colliding fiercely with the weighty aroma of grave blossom petals tinged with twilight hues. If this scent had a color, it would certainly be dark.
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| a lavender feystone ampoule with a white opal stopper || First-person: You have the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about you, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose. || Third-person: Orbillin has the rich scent of fine milk chocolate wafting about him, encasing the milky sweetness of cream flavored with lavender. Base notes of almond and vanilla course throughout, giving the fragrance a decadent nose.
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| a leaf-shaped amber glass bottle || First-person: You have the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the unique scent of bay leaves, drifting on a bed of spiced rum touched with orange zest, in a haze lingering about him.
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| a lilac glass bottle with a gold silk-tassel || First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from her skin.
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| a lustrous black pearl ampulla || First-person: You have the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling you. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the spirituous fragrance of black currant fruit splashed with golden pear wine encircling her. Subtle, ligneous chords of illthorn wood coalesce around fleeting notes of blanched tea leaves.
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| a miniature bourbon barrel vial with raised calligraphy || First-person: You have the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting your skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of bourbon-soaked vanilla falling upon a base of whitened musk dusting his skin, the frost-laden accords hanging above the rest of the notes like a haze of freshly fallen snow. As the fragrance tempers, the crisp hints of evergreen fade gradually, leaving the haunting whisper of woodsmoke lingering above it all.
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| a mint-on-black floral glass bottle with a pink silk tassel || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around her.
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| a pale yellow bulbous glass bottle || First-person: You have light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about you. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has light notes of yellow pear sweetening the air about her. Heart notes of warm amber blend with the sweetness of the fruit scent and are rounded out by an infusion of olive wood.
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| a pine cone-shaped dusky brown vial || First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. || Third-person: Orbillin has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a pink-flecked ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about you. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting. || Third-person: Orbillin has the intoxicating scent of baked goods wreathed about him. Strong tones of rich dark chocolate and sweet sugar delicately intersperse with light hints of caramel and vanilla frosting.
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| a plump copper-tinted glass bottle with ivory whorls || First-person: You have the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing you. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scrumptious aroma of toasted marshmallows wreathing him. Foremost are notes of sweet vanilla and caramelized sugar, while undercurrents of sandalwood and smoke balance the cloying fragrance.
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| a plump cranberry-hued bottle bound in strands of gold || First-person: You have tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing you, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove. || Third-person: Orbillin has tart notes of fresh cranberry enwreathing him, sweetened by touches of ripe tangerine and orange and warmed by hints of cinnamon and clove.
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| a rainbow moonstone vial with a cedar tart-shaped stopper || First-person: You have the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about you, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sharp, piquant zest of lemon curd lingering about him, indulging itself in the decadent sweetness of snowberries and black currant. The aroma settles deeply into sugared pie crust replete with warming nuances of cinnamon and nutmeg.
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| a rhimar-veined blown glass vial etched in snowflakes || First-person: You have a heady rush of vanilla clinging to your skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady rush of vanilla clinging to his skin, complemented by top notes of chill spearmint. The mingled aromas collude to conceal a base of wild tobacco. At the heart of the scent is the woodsy crispness of cedar resin, the odor of which bears a slightly smoky edge.
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| a rough-cut dark glaes flask with an onyx base || First-person: You have a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding you, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded. || Third-person: Orbillin has a smoky-sweet aura enshrouding him, a nebula tenuously threaded with scents woven to create a complex interfusion of acrid and floral notes. Reminiscent of a newly extinguished flame, a charred current drifts in the forefront of the fragrance and is underscored by hints of peony and asphodel so faint as to seem mere apparitions. A coppery twinge ties together both the ash and blossoms, wending through the haze to emerge when all else has faded.
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| a round cloudy glass bottle with a jet silk tassel || First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a slender black opal vial flecked with bits of amber || First-person: You have wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on your skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose. || Third-person: Orbillin has wisps of ylang ylang and tangerine, the first recognizable infusions in the fragrance, that dance lightly on his skin. The bright florals and citrus fade away against the night-dark velvet base of vetiver and clove, each brought low and made more subtle by the poignancy of wild rose.
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| a slender burnt umber glass vial chased in copper || First-person: You have warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about you. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery. || Third-person: Orbillin has warm currents of cinnamon and cloves lingering in the air about him. The fragrance is further nuanced by touches of nutmeg and allspice to create an aroma like that of a sweets bakery.
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| a slender white opal vial chased with silver || First-person: You have a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding your skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. || Third-person: Orbillin has a soft white musk, composed of heart notes of angelica and sage, shrouding his skin like the air on a humid summer eve. Layered over the sharp, green base is a faint hint of patchouli that gives way to the smoky sweetness of night-blooming jasmine.
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| a slender-necked dark bronze bottle || First-person: You have the scent of incense surrounding you, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the scent of incense surrounding her, like a haze of sweet smoke tempered with a faint tinge of mustiness.
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| a slim-necked carved ivory bottle || First-person: You have the pure essence of seaside mist haloing you in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent. || Third-person: Orbillin has the pure essence of seaside mist haloing him in a sheer, airy fragrance. Soft magnolia accords are captured within the white moonflower heart notes, adding a subtly floral afterglow to the scent.
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| a smooth smoky topaz bottle with a braided leather base || First-person: You have a robust redolence about you, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has a robust redolence about him, steeped with the sharp, dry sweetness of white cedar and hints of dark chocolate. As barely perceptible touches, clove and cinnamon bring a subdued warmth to the scent's sillage.
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| a spherical bronze-hued vial chased with copper || First-person: You have a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about you, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a warm, multi-layered scent in the air about him, redolent with citrus notes of sweet navel oranges set in contrast to poignant, earthy currents of amber. Dark vanilla binds the fragrance together for a smooth finish.
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| a spherical orange garnet bottle studded with bronze || First-person: You have a spicy-sweet balm on your skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy-sweet balm on his skin, with a base of ripe, juicy orange pierced by clove and dusted with cinnamon. A thin current of vanilla cream runs beneath, mellowing the cologne to a subtle finish.
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| a squat octagonal glass bottle with a silk-enclosed mister || First-person: You have a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has a captivating, yet elusive scent, of winterberry flowers. The faint aroma fades into earthy heart notes of fragrant hay and leaves a lingering hint of mingled honey and mint drifting through the air around him.
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| a steel-hued pyramid vial || First-person: You have thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke. || Third-person: Orbillin has thrusts of charred mahogany dancing alongside the essence of sharpened steel, the macabre duo ringing across fields of dampened moss and freshly toiled earth. Pitch-dark resin coats the underlying note of aged leather, the residuals covered in a coat of charcoal-heavy smoke.
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| a stout wood-banded red clay bottle || First-person: You have the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to you, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones. || Third-person: Orbillin has the combined scents of rusty metal and aged wood clinging to him, touched with traces of dust and sharp sulfuric undertones.
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| a sugary crystal-frosted plum red glass bottle || First-person: You have the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about you. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage. || Third-person: Orbillin has the sweet-tart scent of red plums laced with traces of orange zest wafting about him. Hints of cloudberry and vanilla subtly mellow the sharper notes and dwindle to a soft, sugared musk sillage.
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| a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms || First-person: You have an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over your skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk. || Third-person: Orbillin has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
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| a thin ampulla wrapped in gold ribbons || First-person: You have the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around you. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the distinct aroma of freshly baked tarts underscored by the sweet scent of brown sugared honey wafting around her.
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| a three-faced flacon crafted from inky black glass || First-person: You have the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over your skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper. || Third-person: Orbillin has the acrid yet alluring scent of ink gliding over his skin, softened by a lingering whisper of amber and aged parchment paper.
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| a translucent blue-hazed bottle etched with snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
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| a translucent long-bodied ampoule blushed with rose || First-person: You have an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about you, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea. || Third-person: Orbillin has an accord of honeyed pink peony and light, crisp citrus notes wafting about him, underscored by warm, herbal heartnotes of white tea.
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| a translucent spherical glass vial caged in blackened electrum || First-person: You have on your skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin a sheer veil of opoponax, its fingers of honeyed smoke ensaring the delicate threads of amyris bark that surface in its wake. Beguiling lantana plucks at the tangle, insinuating itself into the knot even as it begins to unravel, leaving a dark and vacuous trace of ebony to rise in its place.
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| a triangular citrine flask with a bronze stopper || First-person: You have an infusion of fruit scents about you - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla. || Third-person: Orbillin has an infusion of fruit scents about him - foremost among them a zest of pink grapefruit followed by a touch of succulent passionfruit. The sweetness of the fruits are evened by a trace of aqueous lychee and deepened by a silky thread of dark vanilla.
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| a twisted cerulean bottle set with grey pearls || First-person: You have an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding you - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has an enigmatic fragrance enshrouding her - the unmistakable scent of osmanthus flowers serves as the heart note, intertwined with threads of bergamot and sweet orange blossom. On the fringes, a white musk lingers, comingling with hints of patchouli and clove.
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| a twisted smoky quartz ampoule flecked with crystals || First-person: You have the aroma of salted caramel about you - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple. || Third-person: Orbillin has the aroma of salted caramel about him - the slightly burnt sugar scents of vanilla and caramel mingle with savory notes of sea salt darkened by a touch of maple.
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| a white-capped spruce tree-shaped vial with a star stopper || First-person: You have about you a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish. || Third-person: Orbillin has about him a subtle blend of cedar and balsam, the green of the woods brought low by smoky amber and a touch of ozone for a clean, but warm finish.
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| an airy crystal flacon with a domed cap || First-person: You have the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the scent of sweet white jasmine, garden rose, and night-blooming columbine, floating elegantly in the air about him.
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| an amber-whorled etched ivory glass bottle || First-person: You have the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about you, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon. || Third-person: Orbillin has the decadent aroma of homemade eggnog about him, a lush mixture of sweet buttercream vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg, with the slightest dash of dark bourbon.
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| an apricot glass bottle dusted with cinnamon-hued quartz || First-person: You have on your skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits. || Third-person: Orbillin has on his skin the cloying scent of rum-soaked fruit cake, with faint vanilla threads winding through clouds of cinnamon and nutmeg. Roasted pecans add a bitter note to the sweetness, at odds with the hints of candied apricots found beneath the wash of spiced spirits.
|-
| an ebony and silver wire-wrapped bottle || First-person: You have the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the refreshing scent of lime tempered with sweet honey and ginger notes wreathed around him.
|-
| an elegant despanal bottle || First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Orbillin has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
|-
| an emerald holly sprig-shaped vial with garnet berries || First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. || Third-person: Orbillin has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
|-
| an enamel gilt-intaglio bottle with a green silk tassel || First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about her skin.
|-
| an etched sea green bottle || First-person: You have a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood clinging to your skin. The air around you is intoxicatingly fresh. || Third-person: Orbillin has a fragrant veil of lime and coconut lightly accented by the soothing aroma of sandalwood infusing the air around him with an intoxicating effect.
|-
| an evergreen-hued frosted glass bottle || First-person: You have a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around you, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe. || Third-person: Orbillin has a heady cologne of roasted chestnut melding into dark chocolate that hangs around him, the duo seamlessly pulling together their decadent notes over a subtle bed of cedar, white moss, molten amber, and the tiniest sprig of mistletoe.
|-
| an icy blue crystalline vial etched with tiny snowflakes || First-person: You have a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around you, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver. || Third-person: Orbillin has a light, clean fragrance teasing the air around him, with notes of fresh spring water and juniper berry foremost. Underlying is a base of green vetiver.
|-
| an indigo blown glass bottle || First-person: You have an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across your skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance. || Third-person: Orbillin has an acrid bite of sea salt dancing across his skin that is enlivened by a base note of teak, with its crisp, woodsy and somewhat soapy scent. Floral airs play across the light mixture, their fruity underlying aroma reminiscent of sweet plumeria and pungent ginger, while the refined and warm blend of lemon finishes the misty fragrance.
|-
| an iridescent spun glass flacon || First-person: You have the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to your skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has the dizzying concentration of redolent tuberose laced with lily of the valley clinging to her skin. Staggering breaths of oleander and azalea rise from beneath the lighter jessamine heart notes, enhancing the vernal fragrance's sweetness.
|-
| an ivory jade vial with a faceted crystal snowflake stopper || First-person: You have a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds you, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss. || Third-person: Orbillin has a redolent wash of iceblossom dotted with twinges of holly blooms and pink berries that surrounds him, absconding just a touch of the sweet, floaty scent of silvery-white leaves of alpine edelweiss.
|-
| an ivory-stoppered smoky glaes bottle || First-person: You have rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across your skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna. || Third-person: Chaddeaux has rich, heavy notes of freshly procured ink gliding across her skin, the aura bleeding slowly into a melange of black amber and rose-like hellebore before collapsing into a faint whisper of belladonna.
|-
| an onyx-rimmed dark emerald glass bottle || First-person: You have the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around you. || Third-person: Orbillin has the loamy scent of soil and pungent herbs penetrating the air around him.
|}
=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed for your own weaving project, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.

=Knitting=
Contact Dirvy for knitting commissions. Listed below are options for yarn. All patterns and designs are available. Patterns and designs can be viewed here. https://gswiki.play.net/Knitting_needles#Additional_Information

=Cobbling=
Contact Dirvy for cobbling commissions. Listed below are options for uppers, dyes, settings, and other adornments.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-24T13:47:30Z

TWILSON: /* Weaving */

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-24T10:34:55Z

TWILSON: /* Gemcutter Patterns */

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-24T10:33:38Z

TWILSON:

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-24T10:22:22Z

TWILSON: /* Weaving */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box.
==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}
==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}
==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}
==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}
==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}
==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}
==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}
==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}
==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}
=Cosmetics=
All items are available for loan.

==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. If you're looking for a collection listed, for your own weaving, contact Dirvy. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for loan.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-23T23:54:16Z

TWILSON: /* Weaving */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box.
==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}
==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}
==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}
==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}
==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}
==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}
==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}
==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}
==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}
=Cosmetics=
==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for borrowing.

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-23T22:59:43Z

TWILSON: /* Nail Polish */

This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions.

=Gemcutter Patterns=
All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box.
==Animals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bunny-shaped|| cat-shaped|| chipmunk-cut
|-
| crow-shaped|| doe-shaped|| dog-shaped|| duckling-cut|| hamster-cut
|-
| hawk-shaped|| hedgehog-cut|| horse-shaped|| kitten-shaped|| lizard-etched
|-
| mouse-shaped|| mule-shaped|| owl-shaped|| parrot-carved|| puppy-shaped
|-
| rat-shaped|| rolton-shaped|| serpent-cut|| squirrel-cut|| teadragon-cut
|-
| wolf-shaped
|}
==Celestial==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| angel-shaped|| cloud-cut|| cloudy|| moon-shaped|| star-shaped
|-
| sun-shaped
|}
==Eve of the Reunion==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| blood-flecked|| bone-shaped|| coffin-shaped|| eye-shaped|| foot-shaped
|-
| ghost-shaped|| goblin-shaped|| grave-shaped|| hand-shaped|| shroud-shaped
|-
| skeleton-cut|| skull-shaped
|}
==Feast of the Immortals==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| icicle-cut|| penguin-cut|| present-cut|| reindeer-cut|| snowbird-cut
|-
| snowflake-cut|| snowman-cut|| snowshoe-cut
|}
==Flowers==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| beleria-cut|| daisy-shaped|| hibiscus-cut|| naefira-cut|| n'erenael-cut
|-
| peony-incised|| rose-carved|| tulip-shaped|| vinca-incised
|}
==Food-Related==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| apple-shaped|| berry-shaped|| bottle-shaped|| cherry-shaped|| cone-shaped
|-
| cookie-shaped|| cupcake-cut|| donut-shaped|| egg-shaped|| fork-shaped
|-
| keg-shaped|| muffin-shaped|| mug-shaped|| pear-shaped|| pumpkin-cut
|-
| tart-shaped
|}
==Marine==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| anchor-cut|| conch-shaped|| crab-etched|| dolphin-set|| eel-shaped
|-
| fish-shaped|| koi-engraved|| kraken-shaped|| lobster-cut|| mermaid-inset
|-
| octopus-cut|| sailor-cut|| seabird-cut|| seal-incised|| shark-etched
|-
| shell-shaped|| ship-shaped|| skiff-incised|| squid-shaped|| starfish-cut
|-
| turtle-shaped|| warship-inset|| wave-etched
|}
==Miscellaneous==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| alum-swept|| bronze-veined|| chest-shaped|| clove-shaped|| clown-shaped
|-
| cog-intaglio|| coin of|| copper-shot|| cross-etched|| dagger-shaped
|-
| dark-spotted|| diamond-cut|| doll-shaped|| dragon-shaped|| dwarf-shaped
|-
| ebon-swept|| elf-shaped|| gold-flecked|| heart-shaped|| ivory-carved
|-
| key-shaped|| map-shaped|| note-shaped|| ora-included|| orb-shaped
|-
| pentagon-cut|| robe-incised|| roughly cut|| sable-tinted|| sandal-cut
|-
| scaled|| scarab-shaped|| scepter-cut|| scroll-shaped|| silver-etched
|-
| sprite-shaped|| tome-carved|| trefoil-cut
|}
==Nature==
{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| bee-incised|| butterfly-cut|| firefly-cut|| leaf-etched|| palm tree-cut
|-
| tree-shaped|| vine-engraved
|}
=Cosmetics=
==Makeup==
==Nail Polish==
{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Reds
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a burgundy glass bottle || copper-glazed burgundy lacquer || faintly squared
|-
| a demilune oxblood glass bottle || a glinting oxblood glaze || manicured
|-
| a demuline sanguine bottle || a warm-toned sanguineous stain || long
|-
| a gilt-suffused garnet red bottle || gilt-suffused dark garnet red lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a glinting fiery coral bottle || a glinting fiery coral hue || well-manicured
|-
| a gold-sheened apple red bottle || gold-sheened apple red lacquer || smoothly filed
|-
| a poinsettia red glass bottle || an ivory-striped poinsettia red glaze || smoothly rounded
|-
| a sleek carmine glass bottle || a sleek glassy carmine glaze || lengthy
|-
| an eahnor red glass bottle || onyx-lined eahnor red lacquer || sharply filed
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Oranges
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a fiery tangerine glass bottle || copper-tinted fiery tangerine lacquer || lengthy
|-
| a glassy pale citrine bottle || glass-like pale citrine polish || well-manicured
|-
| an ebon-flecked fiery orange bottle || ebon-flecked fiery orange polish || sharply filed
|-
| an ebon-ridged pumpkin orange bottle || ebon-ridged pumpkin orange polish || sharply pointed
|-
| an ivy-wrapped orange glass bottle || a burnished pumpkin orange glaze || manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Yellows
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a gold-swept citrine glass bottle || gold-swept citrine polish || neatly trimmed
|-
| an electrum and aquamarine bottle || matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer || rounded
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Greens
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a cloudy-edged absinthe green bottle || cloudy-edged absinthe green lacquer || sharply pointed
|-
| a demilune vert glass bottle || a variegated vert-toned gloss || short
|-
| a gold-sheened dark viridian bottle || gold-sheened dark viridian polish || slender
|-
| a mint green glass bottle || iridescent mint green polish || shortened
|-
| a nacreous smoky viridian bottle || a nacreous smoky viridian glaze || flawlessly kept
|-
| a pickle green glass bottle || smooth pickle green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| a rose-etched hunter green bottle || bronzed hunter green enamel || short, rounded
|-
| a shimmering sea green glass bottle || shimmering sea green polish || rounded
|-
| a smoke-marbled faenor green bottle || smoke-marbled faenor green lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an aspen green glass bottle || gleaming aspen green polish || oval-shaped
|-
| an ebon-flecked hunter green bottle || ebon-flecked hunter green gloss || faintly sharpened
|-
| an ebon-marbled kelyn green bottle || ebon-marbled kelyn green lacquer || smooth oval
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blues
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a glimmering seawater blue bottle || glimmering seawater blue polish || slightly squared
|-
| a pale-edged sea blue glass bottle || pale-edged sea blue lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a pearl-flecked opaline blue bottle || a pearl-flecked opaline blue gloss || faintly rounded
|-
| a pyrite-set cerulean glass bottle || pyrite-infused cerulean polish || long, pointed
|-
| a river blue frosted glass bottle || frosted river blue pigment || short
|-
| a rose-painted slate blue bottle || pallid slate blue polish || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Purples
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a dark amethyst glass bottle || glimmering dark amethyst lacquer || softly rounded
|-
| an iridescent orchid purple bottle || iridescent orchid purple glaze || well-kept
|-
| an ecru-striped pale lavender bottle || ecru-striped pale lavender lacquer || delicately rounded
|-
| a wine-sheened purple glass bottle || a wine-sheened rich purple glaze || smoothly filed
|-
| a vibrant ametrine-hued bottle || a vibrant ametrine-hued glaze || lightly squared
|-
| a gleaming dark indigo bottle || gleaming dark indigo polish || neatly squared
|-
| a glittering bright violet bottle || diamond-glittered bright violet pigment || short
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Pinks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an ivory-tipped tamarisk pink bottle || ivory-tipped tamarisk pink polish || delicate
|-
| a pallid shell-colored bottle || a pallid shell-colored glaze || lustrous
|-
| a petal pink glass bottle || a lucent petal pink glaze || delicately rounded
|-
| a lustrous peach glass bottle || ivory-tipped lustrous peach lacquer || slightly squared
|-
| a lustrous salorisa pink bottle || lustrous salorisa pink lacquer || oval-shaped
|-
| a faint hibiscus pink bottle || a faint hibiscus pink gloss || neatly filed
|-
| a gold-marbled puce crystal bottle || gold-marbled puce glaze || short, squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Browns
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a bronze-hazed chocolate-hued bottle || bronze-hazed chocolate polish || oval
|-
| a demilune topaz bottle || gilt-sheened smoky topaz lacquer || manicured
|-
| a shimmering deep russet bottle || a shimmering deep russet glaze || well-manicured
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Whites
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an opalescent bottle || diamond-dusted opalescent polish || meticulously manicured
|-
| a pearly white glass bottle || a shimmering pearly white gloss || nicely manicured
|-
| a demilune pearl glass bottle || a semi-sheer pearlescent glaze || well-manicured
|-
| a lily white mother-of-pearl bottle || pearlescent lily white polish || rounded
|-
| a nacreous paper white bottle || a nacreous paper white glaze || well-groomed
|-
| a frosted wintry white bottle || silver-frosted wintry white enamel || slim
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Blacks
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a teal-sliced midnight black bottle || teal-sliced midnight black enamel || neatly filed
|-
| a rose-shaped kohl black bottle || glinting kohl black enamel || flawlessly kept
|-
| a raven black glass bottle || an azure-swept raven black gloss || tapered
|-
| a matte black glass bottle || emerald-flecked matte black polish || elongated
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Metallics
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| a copper-webbed autumnal gold bottle || copper-webbed autumnal gold lacquer || smooth oval
|-
| an autumnal gold glass bottle || a burnished autumnal gold glaze || manicured
|-
| a reflective bright platinum bottle || reflective bright platinum lacquer || manicured
|-
| a honey-sheened rich bronze bottle || honey-sheened rich bronze gloss || softly rounded
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth matte sterling silver || lacquer
|-
| a frosted sterling silver bottle || smooth, matte sterling silver lacquer || squared
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Miscellaneous
|-
! Container !! Color !! Nail Type
|-
| an onyx-flecked clear glass bottle || onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel || oval
|-
| a demilune smoky glass bottle || lusterless smoke grey lacquer || long
|}

==Perfume==
=Weaving=
This will not include any flowers or leaves, just collections of items that can be used for weaving. An unlocked ribbonator is also available for borrowing.
==

Dirvy (prime)/Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter

2024-09-23T21:07:56Z

TWILSON: Created page with "This page contains gemcutter patterns, cosmetics (makeup, nail polish, perfumes), weaving and cobbling items. More categories may be added periodically, whenever I get time to organize more lockers. Some items are available for loan, some are options for commissions. =Gemcutter Patterns= All patterns are available for loan. Gemcutters are also available for loan, if a pattern is not in a lapidary box. ==Animals== {| {{prettytable}} |- | bat-shaped|| bear-shaped|| bun..."

Dirvy (prime)

2024-09-23T18:40:56Z

TWILSON:

{{characterprofile
|name=Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane
|image=[[File:Dirvy_gencraft_image.jpg|thumbnail|center]]
|caption=Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane created by Dirvy's player using Gencraft (5123)
|race=Sylvankind
|culture=Lassaran D'ahranal
|class=[[Empath]]
|profession=Master Physician
|religion=Loyal Follower of [[Imaera]]
|affiliations=[[House Sovyn]], [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]
|word=helpful
|disposition=Lawful Good
|demeanor=warm
|ptrait=extreme helpfulness
|strait=generous
|flaw=stubbornness
|strength=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, fierce loyalty
|weakness=Zailon Britbane Faendryl, those in need, anything pumpkin
|habits=always busy doing something, firing people
|hobbies=baking, planning and executing events, shopping for others
|soft=kittens, pretty much any animal, Tylayli
|likes=snow, silly things, breakfast, all things pumpkin, kittens
|dislikes=injustice, discrimination, bullying, anything pink
|fears=not getting her way
|loyalties=[[Icemule Trace]]
|friend=Thailmore, many others
|spouse=Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|loved=all of her children
|instance= Prime
|town= Icemule Trace
}}

'''Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane''' is a [[Sylvankind]] [[Empath]] who lives in the town of [[Icemule Trace]]. She was born on Eorgaen 12, 4936, the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. She is the wife of Zailon Britbane Faendryl and Matriarch of the Britbane Family, the Executrix of [[House Sovyn]] and the Chairwoman of [[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life,_Etc._(ICICLE)|ICICLE]].

=Appearance=
[[File:Dirvy_Britbane_medium.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Stormyrain. Permission to use portrait was granted by Stormyrain. (Eorgaen 5117)]]
[[File:Dirvy_by_Flimbo.jpg|200px|thumb|right|Portrait of Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo. (5118)]]
You see Executrix Dirvy Britbane the Master Physician. 
She appears to be a [[Sylvankind]] of the [[Lassaran D'ahranal]]. 
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be young and sprightly. She has sparkling acantha green eyes and flawless snowy white skin. She has ankle-length, white blonde hair styled in an ombre of varying shades of red, with blood red-tipped bangs swept to one side. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and delicate fae-like features with small, sharply tapered ears belying her Sylvan heritage, and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She is wearing an icy blue battle standard bearing the burrows of Icemule Trace that juts over her shoulder.

She has a tiny pair of silvery clasped hands set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a tiny faenor sovyn clove in her left nostril, a series of tattooed tally marks on her neck, a blushing fairy tattoo on her arm, a silvery clasped-hands tattoo on her wrist, a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart on her wrist, an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk on her ankle, a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch on her ankle, and a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her ankle.

===Notable Tattoos===
'''a vividly inked chipmunk tattoo riding in a dwarven mining cart'''

Description: Scrolling letters are inked beneath the mining cart that read "Lumnea 26, 5116"

'''an inked bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

Descripton: The bushy-tailed chipmunk is inked in a deep sienna with vivid black lines. He is covered in spots resembling grease, and is peeking through the bars of a jail cell. Above the cell door is a plaque that reads, "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

'''a blushing fairy tattoo'''

Description: As you look upon the fairy tattoo, it shifts its gaze to meet your own in an almost accusational manner. It currently appears to be in an agitated state, milling around its area of skin restlessly.

'''a silvery clasped-hands tattoo'''

Description: Outlining the clasped-hands tattoo in green and white ink script are the words: "Head, Hands, and Heart".

'''a tattoo of an amber-eyed tawny brown doe on your ankle'''

Description: The doe is masterfully inked with delicate black lines and a rich, tawny brown color. It has perked black-tufted ears, small, alert amber-hued eyes, and a white tail with a bold black stripe down the middle. A sigil of Imaera is carefully inked in silver on each of its hooves.

'''a pitch-black crow tattoo perched upon a twisted branch'''

Description: Cresting the crow in script-like lettering is the name Britbane. The crow itself is outlined and heavily shaded with pitch-black ink, small accents of white give the crow's shape the perception of depth. Clutched between its claws is a twisted and gnarled brown branch, cross-hatched beneath the crow's talons from repeated perches. Encompassing the underside of the branch are the words, "Este Magra Ullume".

=Family=
Dirvy Aerilithren Britbane is the only child of Dirlane and Silvy Aerilithren. Dirlane Aerilithren is a full-blooded Sylph, and his wife, Silvy Braegen, is purported to have Fae in her bloodline. It is rumored that Dirvy has a half-sister from a dalliance her father had with a human woman he met in one of the towns their D'ahranal visited. Dirvy has been known to travel with the young priestess who claims to be her sister, though Dirvy has never publicly acknowledged their relation.

==Spouses==
===Nolofinwe Aracano===
Very shortly after moving to Icemule, Dirvy met a half-Sylvan Ranger named Nolofinwe Aracano who became enamored with her, though she was not aware of his affection at first. It wasn't until the chime of the new year in 5116, when Nolofinwe kissed her, that she finally saw it.

Nolofinwe was always an impatient man. He had sent for an engagement ring to be delivered to him so he could propose to Dirvy. However, he was too impatient to wait for its arrival, and bought an engagement ring from the local jeweler and proposed to Dirvy on Fashanos 10, 5116. Once the engagement ring arrived that he had ordered, he proposed to her again.

But, being the impatient man he was, he was unable to wait to make her his wife, so he conspired with five friends and married Dirvy on Fashanos 21, 5116. The civil ceremony was held in the Cleric Guild in Icemule and conducted by Kethore. It was witnessed by Nolofinwe's best man Xecnephias, and Dirvy's Maid of Honor Trinaindae, as well as Khambria and Brokkrsten. The couple kept their marriage a secret from their friends and family in Icemule for two weeks, due to the swiftness of their union.

However, in Ivastaen 5116, it was made public that Nolofinwe had been unfaithful to Dirvy. The two parted ways and Dirvy left Icemule for a month. It was at this time that she swore she would never marry again.

===Zailon Britbane Faendryl===
[[File:Zailon.png|200px|thumb|right|A portrait of Zailon Britbane Faendryl by Flimbo. Permission to use portrait was granted by Flimbo and Zailon.]]
One of the first people Dirvy met in Icemule was Zailon Britbane Faendryl, a very quiet, mysterious Dark Elven Sorcerer, who rarely spoke aloud, but was often seen whispering to her long into the night in Icemule's Town Center.

In Olaesta 5116, Zailon and Dirvy, who had become very close friends by then, suffered a rift in their friendship when Zailon became engaged to a ranger named Eldanari. Though Eldanari had been a friend to both Dirvy and Nolofinwe, Dirvy had warned Zailon that she felt his betrothed was not a good match for him, and she feared Eldanari would hurt him.

Sometime in Phoenatos 5116, word quickly spread that Eldanari had cancelled their wedding. Because of this, Dirvy sought out Zailon to repair their friendship and help console him. It helped that they were both frequently on Teras at the time, and it was not long before the two were close once more.

In Lumnea 5117, Zailon and Dirvy's relationship changed and they began discussing their future together. This was made difficult, because both of them were with other people at the time. They decided to end their relationships, but kept their romance out of the public eye until the anger of their former lovers abated. On Koaratos 20, 5117, Zailon planned an event with [[Rovvigen]] called ''Tales of First Loves'', under the guise of a typical Order of the Sphere and Scythe event, but it was actually a public announcement of his and Dirvy's relationship.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Tales of First Loves
|-
|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint.''

[Silvergate, Courtyard - 3741]
A magnificent grey stone manor with a crested cornerstone rises into view. Thick arrays of ivy climb the ancient walls, framing an elegant bronze plaque and a set of tall arched doors. Flanking the main building, twin towers rise gracefully, providing a striking balance and harmony to the view. Cushioned silver benches are scattered about the paved courtyard along with several wrought iron lamposts. A high stone wall with an ornate silver gate circles the property. You also see a sleek raven, a slice of juicy watermelon, the Swifte disk, a varnished pale oak cart with some stuff on it, an ivy-covered modwir bin and a brick archway.
Also here: Lord Zailon, Swifte, Rovvigen (Wizard), Pukk (Rogue)
Obvious paths: none

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten scrambles madly into view, sounding like a herd of elephants.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

Motes of silvery light sparkle across Rovvigen's skin, twinkling like stars, as he prepares a spell...

Rovvigen gestures at a carved fireleaf totem.

A small spout of fire suddenly erupts from the ground near Rovvigen and coalesces into a diminutive fire elemental.

Zailon roars at Rovvigen!

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

Rovvigen gasps.

Zailon grins.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen gives Zailon a friendly hug.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

Zailon says, "Well well."

Zailon picks up a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "You guys made it."

Zailon says, "I'll be pocketing this."

Zailon just opened a dark velvet smoking jacket fastened with modwir toggles.

Zailon put a slice of juicy watermelon in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

You chuckle.

Zailon snickers.

Swifte says, "I ate some of it."

Zailon put a sturdy illthorn runestaff in his black leather sack.

The diminutive fire elemental, obviously bored with her surroundings, closes her eyes and nods off to sleep. Sparks fly off her in loud pops and crackles, causing her to spring up and begin paying attention again.

Zailon wails!

Swifte says, "Fair warning."

Zailon removes a slice of juicy watermelon from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon squints at a slice of juicy watermelon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Swifte stowed one of every item I believe."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his juicy watermelon.

Zailon gobbles down his juicy watermelon in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen laughs!

Zailon roars!

Pukk leans on you, giving you a companionable grin.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Swifte renews his songs.

You hug Pukk, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Pukk gives you a friendly hug.

Swifte asks, "So, do we meet women at this event?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will wait until about 5 after then start"

You chuckle at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Rovvigen laughs at Swifte!

Zailon says, "An excellent question."

Speaking quietly to Swifte, Pukk exclaims, "One can hope!"

Zailon says, "I do."

You glance at Zailon and fold your arms over your chest.

Zailon snickers.

Zailon whistles at you!

Zailon pulls you closer.

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Zailon sticks out his tongue.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte says, "Otherwise, I may not stay long."

Swifte removes a blood orange from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

You softly say, "Grutek was supposedly coming with his Lady."

Rovvigen agrees with you.

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen softly says, "Not in the lands."

Rovvigen ponders.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just went through an ornate silver gate.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Great Lady Poyye just arrived.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon pulls you closer.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly shoots upward with a startled look on her face. After observing the area for a few moments, the elemental slowly lowers herself back to the ground with a look of relief on her face.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Zailon waves to Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves to Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

A couple holding hands make their way down the walkway, stopping as a gentle breeze starts to spin leaves into a swirling pattern. The pattern forms a message: Sphere and Scythe is hosting Tales of First Loves, meet in the Silvergate Inn, Courtyard. The leaves rustle off in a gust of wind, dancing past the enamored couple as they make their way to the Inn.

Warmongar just arrived.

Warmongar just went through a set of arched doors.

Warmongar just came through a set of arched doors.

Shallimar just arrived.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen waves.

With a soft trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten hops out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin, landing with apparent ease and grace.

Zailon waves.

A chorus of trilling mews heralds the arrival of a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar.

Zailon carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.

Rovvigen recites softly:
"Welcome everyone"

Warmongar softly says, "Hi."

You nod to Warmongar in greeting.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

Zailon's black kitten butts the palm of his hand insistently with its head.

Zailon points his black kitten at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Thanks for coming"

Zailon gives his black kitten an affectionate smooch and places it carefully on the ground. It gazes about with wide curious eyes.

You lean softly against Zailon.

With a happy trilling mrrrrow, a pumpkin orange tabby kitten clambers inside of an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Speaking softly to you, Rovvigen asks, "Shall we start?"

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

You take a few steps toward a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Good day everyone! I want to Thank everybody for coming out for this joyous occasion of Tales of First Loves.
Many of us in the lands have met many people along our journeys, but can we recall that one person who stood out amongst the rest?"

You gaze thoughtfully at a varnished pale oak cart.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Tales of First Loves, invites everyone to share their stories of their first romantic encounters."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"While we hear stories I will be passing out goodie sacks with surprises in them."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Zailon removes a small abyran'ra skull from his belt.

Zailon takes a drink from his abyran'ra skull.

Zailon attaches a small abyran'ra skull to his belt.

You offer your mulled plum wine to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I do have a very important announcement before we get started.
This event was a SPECIAL request by Zailon Britbane.
He asked that we put this event together as a special surprise for his newly found love of Dirvy.
These two individuals are kindred souls and my greatest friends!"

Zailon smiles.

Rovvigen smiles.

Zailon whispers, "Surprise."

Zailon winks at you.

Warmongar chuckles.

You giggle.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each and every story here will guide them on their journey together in love and spiritual growth."

Pukk grins.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly hisses in alarm, however you don't notice anything that is threatening it.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

Zailon whispers, "This was the surprise I had planned. I had to..misdirect you a bit."

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, our first honored speaker will be my friend, Historian of the Sphere and Scythe, Zailon Britbane."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon bows.

Zailon says, "Thank you."

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Rovvigen whispers, "Surprise."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But I am not your first love."

Rovvigen hugs you, and you wrap him in a warm embrace.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

Zailon says, "I appreciate you putting this together."

Zailon whispers, "Says you."

You softly say, "Very sneaky."

Zailon winks at you.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Rovvigen offers Warmongar a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "I asked my brother here to bring us together today to share in a recent development, which, has brought a stir to everyone around us."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Warmongar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen offers Shallimar a plump white souvenir sack.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

Warmongar drools.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

Warmongar put a perfect oak-hafted mithril maul in his suede jacket.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Warmongar says, "Thank you."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I love it."

The diminutive fire elemental blinks.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Zailon says, "I will tell our story, I suppose."

Zailon nods to you.

Warmongar removes a spiraled dark and white chocolate from in his white souvenir sack.

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

Swifte just arrived.

Warmongar sniffs at his dark and white chocolate.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Shallimar accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte pours himself a shot of well aged whiskey.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.

Zailon says, "We met some time ago, back in Icemule. I remember I was headed for the rift."

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte takes a drink from his well aged whiskey.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Swifte carefully examines his white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Swifte attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his ivory silk belt.

Swifte says, "Thanks."

Zailon says, "Much to my surprise, the town had acquired an empath. Unheard of quite some time."

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Zailon grins at you.

You chuckle.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

After sniffing and scenting the air, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Zailon says, "It was a relief to know I could come back from the rift and find healing again, rather than seeking out every herb in existence."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

An inky black kitten digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte drops a shot of well aged whiskey.

Zailon says, "And through time, I found not only a healer, but a friend."

Zailon nods to you.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Swifte removes a black mistwood lyre from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You smile at Zailon.

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon says, "And for a number of years, that's all there was to it. I was too blind to see what was so plain to everyone else."

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte carefully checks the strings of his lyre, plucking them lightly in fourths, fifths, and octaves, adjusting the tension until the sound is perfectly pitched. Swifte then plays a few short scales and arpeggios, listening carefully for the concordance.

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Smiling in anticipation, Swifte brings his eager fingers to his lyre, then strikes up a difficult tune emblazoned immediately with an ostentatious display of added grace-notes
and snaps.

Rovvigen offers you a plump white souvenir sack. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Rovvigen's offer and are now holding a plump white souvenir sack.

You smooch Rovvigen on the tip of his nose.

In the white souvenir sack:
other (3): a sphere-shaped white chocolate candy, a silvery scythe-shaped dark chocolate candy, a dozen perfect long stemmed roses.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Rovvigen offers Pukk a plump white souvenir sack.

Zailon says, "And after years of indecision, or simple foolishness, I woke up enough to see what was before me, and thankfully, she didn't turn me away."

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "OSAS shaped candies!"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Pukk accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Swifte asks, "Got any more goodie bags?"

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Pukk attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Thank you for coming on this journey with me."

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "Maybe."

Pukk hugs Rovvigen, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "How could I have ever said no to you?"

An inky black kitten stalks around a diminutive fire elemental, eyeing it warily.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "Also, I wanted to give you something today."

Swifte smiles quietly to himself.

Zailon removes a shimmering silk gift cloth from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon offers you a shimmering silk gift cloth. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Swifte pauses dramatically in his exuberant lyre performance, only to pounce and charge into the next phrases with a bright steely tone.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a plump white souvenir sack.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your linen empath's cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

You blush a pink shade at Zailon.

You accept Zailon's offer and are now holding a shimmering silk gift cloth.

Swifte put a plump white souvenir sack in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "Shall I open this now?"

You blush sheepishly to yourself.

Zailon nods.

Rovvigen grabs a plump white souvenir sack from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Zailon says, "Assuredly."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a plump white souvenir sack.

You bite your lip.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Swifte put a blood orange in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

You grin foolishly as you quickly untie the bindings and fold the edges of your silk gift cloth back to reveal a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain hidden in its soft folds.

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Zailon grins.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "So sneaky!"

Zailon put a plump white souvenir sack in his smoking jacket.

Zailon smiles.

Your earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shimmering gold bracelet accented with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

You carefully place a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine on the ground.

The diminutive fire elemental crouches down low, scanning the area with her dimly glowing eyes.

Zailon says, "I had to do it when you weren't looking."

In the silk gift cloth:
other (1): a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain.

You giggle.

Rovvigen laughs!

Speaking softly to Zailon, you exclaim, "But this is your favorite!"

With flamboyant gestures, Swifte alternates octaves in the melody while he strikes the base chords on his lyre like a tiger rolling rocks in a mountain stream.

Zailon nods.

You remove a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain from in your silk gift cloth.

Rovvigen whispers, "I hope the surprise was ok."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "You are my favorite."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "It's perfect."

Swifte thumps his lyre's soundboard with both hands, then returns to plucking strings, only to start tapping the soundboard again with the left hand while the right hand races up and down the strings with wild abandon.

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "I wanted you to have something of importance from me."

Zailon nods to you.

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "I'm almost in tears, it's so sweet."

Speaking to you, Zailon says, "That seemed like a fitting token."

Speaking softly to Zailon, you ask, "I have you, what could be more important?"

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

With a happy little wriggle, an inky black kitten half pounces before racing over to bump heads against a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar, but is greeted with an angry hiss and a quick whap from the kitten's paw.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen whispers, "We planned it for a week now."

Swifte says, "I have something for a special woman as well."

You tickle Rovvigen with a grin that he returns.

Your fairy tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath your faewood grey leathers and disappears behind the silk skirt covering your thigh.

Swifte removes a gaudy pink ring from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen turns to Swifte and cheers!

Swifte raises his pink ring skyward!

Zailon grins.

Swifte put a gaudy pink ring in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The powerful look leaves Warmongar.

You hang a glowing pentagram suspended from a linked onyx neckchain around your neck.

You put a thick choker comprised of overlapping pearlescent scale-shaped discs in your linen empath's cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

Zailon smiles.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Beautful story."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

You hug Zailon, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

Zailon gives Rovvigen a friendly hug.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen turns to Zailon and cheers!

Speaking to Rovvigen, Zailon says, "Thanks for setting this up for us."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "But that is your for special!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please a round of applauds for Zailon"

Rovvigen applauds Zailon.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar applauds.

Warmongar lets out a cheer!

Shallimar applauds.

Pukk applauds Zailon.

Speaking softly to Zailon, Rovvigen says, "Of course brother."

Zailon grins at you.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Would anyone else like to tell a story of love today?"

Swifte offers Zailon a blood orange.

Zailon accepts Swifte's blood orange.

Zailon turns toward Swifte and renders a sharp salute with his mulled plum wine.

Swifte says, "A tip from the crowd."

Warmongar blushes a glowing shade of red.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon grins.

An inky black kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

Warmongar breaks out in a sweat.

Swifte renews his songs.

You smile at Warmongar.

Zailon whispers, "When you gave me this wonderful pendant, I knew what I wanted to give you today."

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for us?"

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Warmongar hangs his head.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon whispers, "I knew i wanted to give you something special, something meaningful to me, and not something I bought."

Warmongar shakes his head.

Rovvigen nods.

Zailon whispers, "So that."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen asks, "How about you?"

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I did not need anything. I made that for you because I wanted to."

You tickle Zailon and are rewarded with his laughter.

Swifte nods at Rovvigen.

Swifte says, "I do."

Zailon whispers, "Oh i love it, don't get me wrong, I wanted you to have a trinket of mine, is all."

Zailon nods to you.

An inky black kitten eyes a bushy-tailed chipmunk curiously and nudges at it with a tentative paw.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk forages around, finding a tiny bird egg which it pounces on and devours with rodent glee.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "I already have you! I do not need anything else."

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A cloisonne turtle dove settles down contentedly on Rovvigen's shoulder, fluffing its feathers with a soft coo.

Rovvigen whispers, "He came to me and said lets make it special thing for dirvy and i said an event he said oh my gods yes."

Zailon whispers, "In particular, something that screamed 'Zailon'."

You smooch Zailon repeatedly all over his face.

Zailon grins at you.

Rovvigen nods at Swifte.

Speaking softly to Swifte, Rovvigen says, "When you are ready."

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "So this was the surprise, I told you i'd announce it to the public, on town crier if I could."

You quietly whisper to Rovvigen, "So sneaky!!!"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon whispers, "This was my way of using towncrier to announce it."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte sings:

"There once was a very fine lass
who a very great big ___
she loved to sit around all day and drink tea
but that wasn't exciting enough for me
so I came down to Silvergate looking another
and now you may find me someone if it isn't a bother"

You blink at Swifte.

Warmongar falls to the ground laughing hysterically!

You blush a nice shade of pink.

You giggle.

Zailon grins at Swifte.

Warmongar rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering gold ring accented with a prismatic emerald damselfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen smiles at Swifte.

Swifte raises his hands to the strings of his lyre and begins to play.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Warmongar turns to Swifte and cheers!

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Keep spoiling me and see if I don't go into cahoots with Barble."

You gently bite Zailon.

Warmongar softly says, "I have to wipe the tears from my eyes."

Zailon's face turns slightly pale.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon just nudged Rovvigen.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Pukk appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You lean against Zailon and nuzzle your face against his shoulder.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Pukk chuckles to himself.

Rovvigen giggles at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte reaches out and takes Warmongar's hand, shaking it vigorously. Suddenly a loud *bzzzzzzzzzt* emanates from their clasped hands! Warmongar's arm vibrates wildly, causing him to jump and his eyes to grow wide!

Swifte carefully turns something in his hand.

After a moment of imaginative stalking and prowling, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You attend to your glowing pentagram, making the pentagram as presentable as possible.

The darkly clouded kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Warmongar flashes a toothy grin.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

The powerful look leaves Swifte.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

The dim aura fades from around Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental quickly zooms around the area. With lightning speed, the elemental leaps into the air, completing a full somersault, before landing gracefully on her feet.

Swifte begins to breathe less deeply.

Swifte asks, "Did you enjoy my story?"

Warmongar stands up.

Swifte sits down.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon says, "It was something."

You giggle at Swifte.

Zailon nods sagely.

Zailon grins.

Zailon applauds Swifte.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

The diminutive fire elemental cautiously observes her surroundings and then bursts into a mad fit of giggles.

Warmongar softly says, "Wasn't expecting that."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Round of applauds for brave Swifte"

Rovvigen applauds Swifte.

Warmongar lets loose with a loud jeer. Boooooo!

Zailon winks at you.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

You smile at Zailon.

Warmongar ducks his head.

Pukk applauds.

Speaking softly to Pukk, Rovvigen asks, "You have a story for today?"

Zailon whispers, "I knew not many people would show, but I told Rovvi as long as he was present, it'd mean the world to us."

Zailon nods to you.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead.

Pukk quietly says, "Oh no, I don't know many stories."

Pukk blushes a glowing shade of red.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte renews his songs.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "It could not have been more perfect."

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen nods at Pukk.

Zailon whispers, "I'm glad you liked it."

Rovvigen softly says, "I will tell one."

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

You smile at Rovvigen.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin.

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac from in his smoking jacket.

Shallimar suddenly yelps in pain as the teal-crested lizard sitting on his shoulder bites his ear! You think he is really going to scold the lizard judging from his angry expression, but after staring at the lizard for a moment, his frown melts into a crooked half-smile. Shallimar mutters a little and lets the lizard off the hook. Some pets get no discipline at all.

Zailon offers Rovvigen a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The air about Rovvigen stops shimmering.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten slowly begins to crawl out from inside an ivy-covered modwir bin when it suddenly misgauges where its paws are! With a small WHUMP, the orange tabby kitten lands in an ungangly heap of flailing legs and tail before righting itself with a plaintive mew.

Rovvigen seems to lose some dexterity.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon attempts to feed a blood orange to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten.

The orange tabby kitten hisses warningly, opening its mouth wide.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Zailon disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This is the story of how Beloran and I got married"

Zailon takes a bite of his blood orange.

Rovvigen softly says, "Married too."

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "Oh I know this story, I even brought the right hat for it."

Rovvigen accepts Zailon's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Zailon put a blood orange in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a tall black silk hat adorned with a long glossy golden eagle feather from in his black leather sack.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Zailon places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.

You giggle at Zailon.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Zailon removes a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb from in his black leather sack.

Leaning heavily on his gold cane, Zailon takes a moment to rest.

Rovvigen laughs at Zailon!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "I was there with the wrong date."

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar peeks out of the Zailon disk but leans too far out! Turning up and over, the disk dumps the darkly clouded kitten out onto the ground! The kitten quickly scrambles to its feet with a comical look of feline embarassment.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon says, "As was I."

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the nose.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well Beoran and I met about a year and a half ago in the Landing"

You wrinkle your nose.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Zailon disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

Zailon waves a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb around.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Zailon whispers, "Sometimes, a story forces one to go pimpstyle."

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten nimbly clambers out of the Zailon disk, deftly balancing on its unstable surface. Timing its jump with natural feline grace, the kitten hops to the floor with nary a whisker out of place.

Zailon nods sagely.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I knew it was love at first sight, I think what got me were his vibrant green wings"

You giggle at Zailon.

Swifte continues playing his lyre.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You pick up a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Careful to arrange the fabric of a blood red silk skirt embroidered with tiny black sylvan runes around you like petals surrounding a blossom, you sit.
With a deeply contemplative look, the diminutive fire elemental suddenly draws in upon herself. The elemental raises her arms in a quick gesture, and beams of orange and red flames shoot upward from her hands before quickly dissipating.

You pull Zailon closer to you.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Well that day we met he showed me all over the landing and we stopped at this beautiful little cafe"

Swifte finished his melody, lowering his hands from the strings of his lyre.

You smile at Rovvigen.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

An inky black kitten blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte begins playing a quiet song on his mistwood lyre.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night he took me on a picnic amongst the stars and told me tomake a wish"

Zailon pulls you to your feet.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Zailon sits down.

Zailon winks at you.

You giggle.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

You snuggle against Zailon, who cradles an arm around you.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

With a daring leap, the black kitten launches itself from atop a varnished pale oak cart! It deftly and silently lands on the ground on all four feet looking quite pleased with itself.

Your rose vine anklet writhes slightly, the vine's tendrils creeping and shifting slightly as it repositions itself along your ankle. As it settles down, the vine clings tightly to you.

Several of the tiny dark blossoms on your ivy choker slowly bend across the vine until their soft, velvety petals come to rest against your skin.

Zailon leans softly against you.

Zailon pets an inky black kitten.

The black kitten nips at his fingers playfully.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You gaze fondly at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I made a wish, and he then asked me what I wished?
My reply was if I tell you then it will not come true"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You smile at Rovvigen.

A pumpkin orange tabby kitten stalks bravely towards a diminutive fire elemental and whaps at her with its paw!

A series of clear colored lines suddenly appears on Pukk's face, quickly racing towards the center of his forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"That night I had wished we would have a beautiful wedding
and last year we tied the knot twice"

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

You turn to Rovvigen and cheer!

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

You softly say, "And it was so very beautiful."

Zailon smiles.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon applauds Rovvigen.

Pools of inky shadow form beneath Zailon's feet as he prepares a spell...

Zailon gestures.

A flare leaves Zailon's hand and shoots up into the sky where it hangs for a few moments before exploding into a breathtaking array of colors. The sheer brightness of the image before you lingers in your sight for several seconds after the explosion can no longer be seen.

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Swifte asks, "Why twice? Is there another man?"

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar looks dubiously down at the ground from its lofty vantage point on top of a varnished pale oak cart. Backing up hastily away from the edge, it stumbles and tumbles to the ground, scrambling back to its feet with a comical look of feline dismay.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Warmongar takes a bite of his dark and white chocolate.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"First time was at the Trine Festival where we got handfasted, a halfling tradition where two souls tie a cord around their wrist to show eternal love and bonds"

You softly say, "They were handfasted at the Trine."

You nod at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen nods.

Swifte nods.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Second time was at the beautful Ice Caverns"

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "And yes Zailon made sure my outfit was pimped out."

The light blue glow leaves Rovvigen.

Zailon laughs!

Zailon raises his gold cane skyward!

You giggle.

Swifte put a pale red cigar in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk browses around the area, turning a shot of well aged whiskey over curiously in its paws.

Zailon points his gold cane at Rovvigen.

A cloisonne turtle dove lifts its head and tucks it trustingly just behind Rovvigen's ear, cooing a softly trilling love song.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. It has a rich flavor and a smooth finish.

You lean softly against Zailon.

Zailon pours himself a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

You lovingly nuzzle your face against Zailon's.

Rovvigen softly says, "I still have my cane too."

Zailon grins.

Rovvigen nods at Zailon.

You giggle at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I decided to bring it out."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon slides his hand down the length of his cane, cleaning the surface of all the visible dirt.

Rovvigen softly says, "And my pimp hat with a feather."

Pukk chuckles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"But that is the story of how Beloran and I met and wed"

You mutter something about boys.

Rovvigen bows.

You shake your head.

The orange tabby kitten mrrows curiously and then attempts to clamber inside the Swifte disk. Almost upsetting the wobbly disk once or twice, it finally manages to somersault inside with a soft THUMP. Moments later, the soft sound of self-satisifed purring reaches your ears.

Rovvigen cackles at you!

You stick out your tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Anyone else have any stories about love or anything to share?"

Warmongar chuckles.

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder suddenly bursts into a wild dance, bobbing and hopping, and swinging its tail like it is possessed! Shallimar reaches up and scratches it behind its neck, finally persuading the creature to simmer down. The lizard obviously has Shallimar well-trained.

The diminutive fire elemental chuckles.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Warmongar softly says, "Too embarrassed to tell you my stories."

Warmongar chuckles.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Rovvigen begs and pleads with Warmongar.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Swifte helps himself to a blood orange.

Swifte put a blood orange in his duffel bag.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, you say, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Swifte takes a duffel bag off his back.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "Just a little one."

Swifte offers Rovvigen a duffel bag.

Warmongar softly says, "Ohhh I beg to differ."

The diminutive fire elemental suddenly acquires a look of determination. As she marches across the ground, she suddenly trips and lands face first. Clearly embarrassed, she composes herself, but a radiant blush still flickers across her features.

Shallimar deeply asks, "Tell it tae tha kittens?"

Rovvigen accepts Swifte's duffel bag.

Rovvigen cackles!

Warmongar glances up.

Warmongar gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac.

Warmongar shakes his head.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte takes a drink from his Borthum Pear Cognac.

Swifte slowly exhales and the scent of peaches overwhelms you.

Swifte gets a silly grin on his face and falls over.

You softly say, "Well, then I will tell my side of our story."

Warmongar softly says, "I think I'll be taking this one to the grave."

You lean softly against Zailon.

Warmongar chuckles.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

Rovvigen offers Swifte a duffel bag.

Pukk chuckles.

Swifte put a black mistwood lyre in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte accepts Rovvigen's duffel bag.

Swifte puts a duffel bag on his back.

Rovvigen turns to you and cheers!

Swifte stands up.

Swifte put a snifter of Borthum Pear Cognac in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

Swifte renews his songs.

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon put a fire-etched gold cane capped with a ruby orb in his smoking jacket.

You softly say, "We did meet in Icemule. I was very, very young. I had been sent there because there were rarely any healers to be found, so I found that there were a lot of patients to take care of. Zailon, of course, being one of my favorites."

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon grins.

Zailon takes a drink from his mulled plum wine.

Zailon looks rather relaxed.

Rovvigen turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You softly say, "He would sit with me in the cold, for hours during the lonely night, talking. Months went by, I got married, he was engaged... not something I was very happy about. But, even being married, one could still be jealous. I knew he was special then. We just seemed better friends than anything else, and he certainly never made a move."

You blush a nice shade of pink.

Shallimar suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

The diminutive fire elemental's body suddenly elongates and morphs into a twisting helix of flames.

The tips of some whiskers and a bit of nose belonging to a pumpkin orange tabby kitten appear from inside the Swifte disk. The kitten blinks owlishly for a second and then ducks back out of sight.

After sniffing and scenting the air, a bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Deep blue motes swirl away from you and fade.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

You softly say, "My marriage ended. His engagement fell through. We missed our opportunity, and found comfort in the arms of others. It was a very, very long time after that, that we found ourselves on Teras, enjoying each other's company... perhaps it was all the ash he breathed in, that finally made him decide to look at me in a different light."

You hear some shuffling sounds from inside the Swifte disk.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Your bracelet pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering brass ring accented with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Rovvigen laughs!

Swifte reaches for the black kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Warmongar chuckles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Ash cause foggy thoughts."

Swifte reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks his hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen nods to you.

Swifte abruptly punches at an inky black kitten!

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You softly say, "Whatever it was, I am extremely thankful. I have never been happier."

You gaze lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon raises an eyebrow in Swifte's direction.

Warmongar rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You surreptitiously glance at Swifte.

Rovvigen gasps.

Warmongar looks over at Swifte and shakes his head.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "No punching the kittens."

Swifte says, "There's something in my disk."

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "The kitten is a fighter."

After a moment of cautious studying and sniffing, an inky black kitten hops up on top of a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking to Swifte, Zailon says, "She's been known to take on tritons."

Swifte scowls at something in the Swifte disk.

You nod at Zailon.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "My kitten is in your disk. You punch her, I may have to set you on fire."

Tiny flames lick along the diminutive fire elemental's shoulders, dancing merrily before dying away.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nah Ill set the fire."

Swifte removes a pale red cigar from in his rolaren-clasped cloak.

The diminutive fire elemental snickers.

Swifte asks, "Can you set fire to this cigar?"

Swifte renews his songs.

Speaking softly to Swifte, you ask, "Maybe?"

Speaking softly to Swifte, you say, "They sell matches in the bath house."

You accept Swifte's offer and are now holding a pale red cigar.

A diminutive fire elemental says, "Nope I cannot , I fresh out of fire for the moment."

Zailon snuggles up against you, and you cradle an arm around him in response.

You stand back up.

Zailon removes a small oilskin pouch from in his smoking jacket.

Zailon offers you a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Rovvigen whispers, "You done with story?"

Zailon offers you a small oilskin pouch. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

The diminutive fire elemental shimmers with heat, distorting the air about her into wavering refractions.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk scurries into the room.

You offer your red cigar to Zailon, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

You sit down next to Zailon.

Zailon put a goblet of lightly spiced mulled plum wine in his smoking jacket.

Zailon has accepted your offer and is now holding a pale red cigar.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "You are better at it."

Zailon put a pale red cigar in his smoking jacket.

Zailon gets a match from a small oilskin pouch.

A low chirping sound comes from within a delicate veil iron cricket cage.

You nod at Rovvigen.

Zailon put a small oilskin pouch in his smoking jacket.

Zailon removes a pale red cigar from in his smoking jacket.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"A round of applauds for Dirvy everyone"

Zailon lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Zailon inhales deeply on his cigar as he lights it. The area fills with a cinnamon smoke.

Swifte applauds.

Warmongar turns to you and cheers!

You clasp Zailon's hand tenderly.

Warmongar applauds.

Zailon drops a burning match.

The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Pukk applauds.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar digs its claws into a varnished pale oak cart, sharpening them enthusiastically!

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen returns to normal color.

Zailon applauds you.

The brilliant luminescence fades from around Rovvigen.

You lean softly against Zailon.

You swap your mulled plum wine from your left to your right hand.

You take a drink from your mulled plum wine. The sweet aroma only enhances the taste of the plum.

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen becomes solid again.

Zailon's offer to you has expired.

Speaking softly to Zailon, you say, "Our story is not very exciting, but the ending has been beautiful so far."

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

The bushy-tailed chipmunk scratches at a bit of ground and suddenly rolls over, squirming and wriggling, covering itself liberally in a layer of dirt.

Rovvigen giggles.

You gently brush your nose against Zailon's.

Zailon says, "I prefer to think were just getting started."

Zailon winks at you.

Shallimar put a plump white souvenir sack in his pale spidersilk haversack.

Curls of cigar smoke linger about Zailon in a cinnamon scented haze.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone here have any questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

A speckled teal-crested lizard sitting on Shallimar's shoulder nibbles playfully at his cheek.

You smile at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Or we could do spells."

Zailon nods at Rovvigen.

Zailon says, "I mean, we have people here, seems only right to offer."

Warmongar softly asks, "Sphere and scythe?"

You nod in agreement at Zailon.

Rovvigen nods at Warmongar.

Zailon puffs slowly from his cigar.

Warmongar shrugs.

Zailon exhales some cinnamon scented smoke in a steady stream.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

Mistress Voie just came through a set of arched doors.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a twinkling brass earring crowned with a pale gold firefly saewehna remains.

Zailon whispers, "Whose cigar is this anyway?"

Zailon snickers.

The faint sounds of purring emanate from inside the Swifte disk.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Zailon's hand.

Mistress Voie just went through an ornate silver gate.

Speaking softly to Warmongar, Rovvigen says, "We are an organization dedicated to providing divination to the lands and preserviing Elanthian history through storytelling."

You quietly whisper to Zailon, "Swifte's."

Warmongar softly says, "Ahh I see."

Zailon offers Swifte a pale red cigar.

Swifte says, "I love stories."

Swifte accepts Zailon's red cigar.

Swifte puckers and blows a perfect circle of cinnamon smoke into the air.

Zailon cuddles up close with you, smiling.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon lovingly nuzzles his face against yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We have Tales of Great Houses tomorrow in the Garden Nice at 8elven"

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Swifte, making it eddy and whirl.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Each house will come and explain a little about their history and some general information about themselves"

The diminutive fire elemental darts around the area.

Swifte renews his songs.

A bright-eyed darkly clouded kitten with elongated tufty ears wearing a spiked veil iron collar blinks and gazes around with wide-eyed innocence from atop a varnished pale oak cart.

You give Zailon a lingering kiss on the lips.

Zailon gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Cinnamon smoke curls up from the cigar in Swifte's hand.

Brutish just arrived.

Taking a puff of his red cigar, Swifte causes the tip of it to burn with a brilliant orange-red for a moment before fading.

Swifte parts his lips and blows a steady stream of cinnamon smoke into the air before him.

Interlocking his fingers above his head, Brutish stretches slowly, extending his spine in a satisfying stretch.

Swifte sings:

"I am the greatest bard in the world
or at least the only one that I know
If you hear of another
be sure to bother
And tell them they aren't as good as Swifte"

Brutish whispers, "Love the title."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Join up for a quick round of spells and information about Sphere and Scythe"

Pukk whispers, "Congrats!"

You quietly whisper to Pukk, "Thank you."

An inky black kitten sits down on a varnished pale oak cart and begins washing its face.

Shallimar joins Rovvigen's group.

Swifte slowly rolls his cigar between his thumb and index finger.

Tiny fissures in the diminutive fire elemental's skin briefly glow a deep red-orange.

Brutish walks over to the bench and settles down.

With your own practiced grace, you rise, momentarily holding the fabric of your skirt up until you feel the ground firmly under your feet.

Pukk whispers, "I hope you know this won't mean I will stop complimenting you."

Pukk grins.

A streaked sewer rat suddenly peeks its head out from Shallimar's coffin-shaped case, sniffing the air before ducking back inside.

You giggle at Pukk.

Swifte whispers to the group, "Make sure to tip if you enjoyed my song."

Zailon gobbles down a big bite of his pumpkin spice muffin.

Zailon looks much more calm and refreshed.

Zailon gobbles down his pumpkin spice muffin in one enormous bite.

Rovvigen cackles at Swifte!

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to thank everyone for coming out today for Tales of First Loves"

You kiss Zailon, your mouth lingering on his.

Zailon kisses you, his mouth lingering on yours.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Cheers for the happy couple"
|}

On Phoenatos 2, 5117, Zailon proposed to Dirvy.

On Eoantos 17, 5117, they were married in a forest glade with more than 80 friends and family in attendance. The ceremony was performed by Brokkrsten and witnessed by Zailon's best man Rovvigen, and Dirvy's best man Mikalmas. The wedding included the Sylvan and Faendryl tradition of planting a pair of trees, their own vows, and their kittens served as ringbearers.

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| The Wedding of Dirvy Aerilithren and Zailon Britbane Faendryl
|-
| Maven Brokkrsten just arrived.

(Brokkrsten moves along the side of the seated guests toward the altar, and places his prayerbook on its smooth surface. He opens it to a bookmarked page, and briefly peruses its passages, before turning to face Luxelle.)

Brokkrsten turns to face Luxelle.

Brokkrsten nods at Luxelle.

(Luxelle moves to the front.)

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease.

Luxelle says, "This song is called, "Sing Me The Sunset"."

Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile.

Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he asked of her,
Sing me the story of you and me.
Remind me once more, our young days of yore,
Sing to me now all the reasons 'we'."

(Luxelle shifts into a higher, sweeter, register and the harp's triplets brighten under her voice.)
Luxelle's touch on her glowbark harp's strings is as soft as a lover's caress; music of a persuasively gentle, romantic nature spills forth like a cascade of golden tresses.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the colours of their love,
For him she painted a life enshrined,
Using melody sweet, with each heart beat,
The scene played out in meter and rhyme."

Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the circle, he prompted her,
Sing me the power you made for me.
Tell me again, how it began,
Sing to me now the essence of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings:

"She sang him the dreams they planned, they shared,
When light and dark dared to be one.
Her voice pledged again, the sacred words,
Oath bound, blood mixed, and ne'er undone."

The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the flower, the very rose,
Sing me the secrets of you and me.
Remember the start you gave my heart?
Sing to me now, the fragrance of 'we'."

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the dance, and sing it true,
Sing me the glory of you and me.
When came the rain, and then the pain,
Sing to me now, the triumph of 'we'."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

The soft notes flow from Luxelle's glowbark harp ever so smoothly, and her control of the dynamics on the volatile high notes produces a gentle tinkle, barely heard.

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang him the sunset
She sang him each dawn,
He gave her the moon,
And the stars before long."

Luxelle sings:
"'
She sang in the dark
To light his way,
He protected her from
The harsh light of day."

Luxelle exploits the warmth in the piece as her hands caress the strings of her harp in luscious melody and harmony.

Luxelle sings:

"Sing me the sunset, he breathed in her ear.
Whisper the story of you and me.
Ply me with tales, spin me, regale,
Sing to me now the meaning of 'we'."

As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm.

Luxelle sings slowly:

"Sing to me always,
How we came to ..."

Luxelle brings her quiet performance to a close with three descending harmonics; these last notes ring on, barely heard, as she lets her arms fall to her sides.

Luxelle breathes, "...be."

Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment.

Luxelle drops into a deep curtsy, moving smoothly as her arms sweep grandly to her sides.

Pale white pumpkins, their faces masterfully carved with intricate snowflakes, line the aisle. Soft candlelight plays gently within the pumpkins, throwing soft shadows along the moonflower petal-strewn path.

(Luxelle quietly takes her seat.)

Luxelle sits down.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "Alright you lot, quiet down and we'll get started in a moment."

(Rovvigen steps from the shadows and walks up the center aisle, nodding to a few guests in greeting, before taking his place on the groom's side before the altar.)

Grand Lord Mikalmas just arrived.

(Mikalmas follows in Rovvigen's wake, his hands clasped solemnly before him, as he moves to take his place on the bride's side before the altar.)

The sound of hoofbeats can be heard echoing through the forest as a procession of three horsemen makes their way into the glade and quietly dismounts from their horses. The horsemen take up solemn positions, looking back from whence they came.

The sound of a lone rider approaches, and Zailon enters the glade astride a pale horse. He dismounts and makes a swift gesture; the horse fading, becoming indistinct.

The horsemen turn toward Zailon and make a low bow before regaining their mounts to make their way out the glade.

Zailon walks toward Brokkrsten.

Zailon smiles.

Brokkrsten heartily directs, "If ye'd be so kind, please get off yer tuffs an' stand fer the bride."

Zailon grins.

Zailon gazes at his surroundings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue silk ribbons falls to the ground, its blossoms unmarred from the tumble.

A shuffling sound is heard overhead before Dirvy drops from the branches of a faewood tree at the back of the seated guests, landing on her bare feet. A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of Dirvy's lips as she picks leaves and twigs from her hair.

Dirvy stifles a yawn.

Dirvy rubs her acantha green eyes.

Looking a little flustered, Dirvy begins to nervously chew on her lower lip and repeatedly attempts to tuck an imagined strand of hair under her icicle diadem. Realizing what she's doing, she quickly lowers her hand as a faint blush creeps up her neck and face.

Dirvy runs her hands down the length of her white bridal veil, smoothing out a wrinkle or two.

Dirvy runs her hand over the wide skirts of a white-corseted bridal gown with snowflakes spilling down the voluminous ice blue tulle skirts, gently adjusting the fall of the fabric.

Reaches down and retrieves her fallen bouquet, before taking her place by Eruheran's side and placing her free hand on the crook of his arm with an apologetic smile.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

(Eruheran walks Dirvy down the aisle, pausing in front of Mikalmas.)

Dirvy offers Mikalmas a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Mikalmas accepts Dirvy's fragrant bouquet.

(Eruheran closes the distance to the altar, then takes Dirvy's hand, and offers her to Zailon.)

Dirvy kisses Eruheran tenderly on the cheek.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

(Eruheran moves quietly to take his seat at the front of a row.)

Dirvy turns to face Brokkrsten.

Zailon turns to face Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten deeply says, "This evenin' we are gathered here ta witness the joinin' of Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten deeply says, "We do so under the gaze o' Imaera, whose stars above stand in silent testimony o' these proceedin's."

Brokkrsten gazes up into the heavens.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Imaera, behold our family here assembled.
We thank ya fer this place in which we dwell,
And fer the love that unites us.
We ask yer blessing upon this union between Dirvy an Zailon."

Brokkrsten glances between Dirvy and Zailon.

Brokkrsten turns to face Zailon.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Zailon.

Shadows grow and a chill creeps through the air. A raucous crow flaps its wings, disturbing the stillness of the forest, and perches on a branch overhead. It tilts its head back and forth, watching the ceremony below.

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand tenderly.

Zailon says, "I promise to be your lover, friend and companion."

Zailon says, "Your ally in scandal."

Zailon says, "Your greatest fan and your most ardent champion."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon says, "Your cohort in coffee."

Dirvy softly giggles.

Zailon says, "Your standard bearer, and kitten wrangler."

Dirvy bites her lip.

Zailon says, "Your accomplice in mischief."

Zailon says, "This is my vow to you, my equal in all things."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Zailon smiles lovingly at Dirvy and gently squeezes her hand.

Brokkrsten turns to face Dirvy.

Brokkrsten smiles and nods to Dirvy.

A crisp snapping sound is heard in the dark as a twig breaks, and a tawny brown doe steps from the forest. The doe moves closer toward the circle of candlelight to quietly observe the gathering, before she silently turns and retreats into the forest.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy takes a deep breath.

Dirvy recites bashfully to Zailon:

"I will never forget the moment I fell in love with you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites reflectively to Zailon:

"A few weeks after you first kissed me, you conspired with your best man and our very dear friend, Rovvigen, and planned an event called "Tales of First Loves"."

Dirvy recites shyly to Zailon:

"This event was to announce to all of Elanthia that we were officially and publicly together."

Dirvy recites diffidently to Zailon:

"I remember whispering to you that I was not your first love."

Dirvy blushes a pink shade at Zailon, the color darkening her whole face!

Dirvy recites amusedly to Zailon:

"Your response was, "Says who?""

Zailon gazes lovingly at Dirvy.

Dirvy recites dreamily to Zailon:

"From that moment, I knew there was no other man for me."

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites appreciatively to Zailon:

"You have always encouraged me to do anything and everything I wanted."

Dirvy recites adoringly to Zailon:

"You have never told me "no"."

Dirvy recites sheepishly to Zailon:

"You spoil me rotten and it is not something I was ever used to, but I love every minute of it."

Dirvy smiles softly at Zailon.

Dirvy recites gratefully to Zailon:

"You have seen every aspect of my life, from the good to the bad, and have always supported me."

Dirvy recites truthfully to Zailon:

"It was always you."

Dirvy recites wistfully to Zailon:

"Even through the few distractions I had along the way, I was stumbling my way towards you."

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy recites honestly to Zailon:

"I promise to never lie to you or keep things from you."

Dirvy recites devotedly to Zailon:

"I promise to always be faithful, because there is no man who could ever replace you."

Dirvy recites emotionally to Zailon:

"I promise to cherish every moment with you, as if it was our last."

Dirvy recites proudly to Zailon:

"I promise to notice the little things you do and make a big deal of them."

Dirvy recites resolutely to Zailon:

"I promise to always find you if you are lost."

Dirvy reaches over and gently traces Zailon's cheek with her fingertip.

Dirvy recites reassuringly to Zailon:

"I promise to never let you feel alone."

Dirvy recites stoically to Zailon:

"I promise to heal you if you are hurt."

Dirvy recites warmly to Zailon:

"I promise to be your solace when you are stressed."

Dirvy recites softly to Zailon:

"You allow my light to shine in your dark."

Dirvy recites lovingly to Zailon:

"I love you for everything you have been, everything you are, and everything you will be."

(Dirvy makes a heart shape with her fingers and thumbs.)

Zailon smiles.

Dirvy smiles lovingly at Zailon and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"'Tis been a long wedding tradition o' both Sylvans an Faendryl, that the bridal couple would plant a pair o' trees which were encouraged to grow around each other, becoming stronger as a pair."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"As the trees became one, it symbolized the couple's loyalty, unity, an strength."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Today, as Dirvy an Zailon begin their life together, they hae chosen ta carry on this tradition,
By planting a pair o' witchwood saplings that represent the healing nature o' a physician an the magical prowess o' a sorcerer."

(Zailon takes Dirvy by the hand and leads her to an area off to the right, where the ground has been broken and a wide, deep hole has been dug.)

(Brokkrsten makes his way toward the couple and stands on the opposite side of the freshly dug hole.)

Brokkrsten deeply says, "Ladies an Gentlemen, if ye will bow yer heads so that I might ask Imaera ta bless this ground."

Dirvy inclines her head.

Zailon inclines his head.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Honored Imaera, rooted in the dark earth,
Tender shoots an golden sheaves alike are yers."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Noble goddess, provider of healin',
We ask yer blessin' of this ground, an' fer the spark of life so that these trees will prosper."

(Rovvigen follows Mikalmas toward the small dig site and stands with him near two small witchwood saplings.)

(Mikalmas passes Zailon a pair of gardening gloves.)

(Rovvigen waits for Zailon to finish putting on his gloves, before picking up one of the witchwood saplings and handing it to him.)

(Mikalmas hands Dirvy the other pair of gardening gloves, which Dirvy quickly pulls onto her small hands.)

(Rovvigen picks up the remaining witchwood sapling and hands it to her.)

(Zailon takes a step to the left, so that Dirvy can place her witchwood sapling into the hole first, before placing his alongside Dirvy's.)

(Rovvigen retrieves two shovels that were placed near the hole and hands one to Dirvy and the other to Zailon, then moves to stand near Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy takes a step back and picks up a scoop of dirt with her shovel, careful not to get her gown dirty, as she dumps the dirt over the exposed roots of the saplings.)

(Zailon takes Dirvy's shovel and places it to the side of the hole, then finishes filling in the hole with loose dirt. Once he finishes, he places his shovel next to Dirvy's.)

(Dirvy begins to gather her skirts to kneel, but Zailon stops her and kneels in her place to smooth the dirt over the refilled hole, before replacing the sod.)

(Dirvy helps Zailon to stand; Zailon pauses to dust the loose dirt from his knees.)

(Zailon peels off the gardening gloves and hands them back to Mikalmas.)

(Dirvy removes her gloves and passes them to Mikalmas.)

(Zailon slips his hand in Dirvy's, and leads her back to the altar; Mikalmas, Rovvigen, and Brokkrsten follow closely behind.)

(Mikalmas places the gardening gloves behind the altar, before taking his place before the altar on the bride's side.)

(Rovvigen quietly takes his place in front of the altar on the groom's side.)

(Brokkrsten waits for Rovvigen and Mikalmas to take their places, then moves to stand before the altar and turns to face the wedding couple once more.)

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Ta make yer marriage work will take love. This is the core of yer marriage an why ye are here today."

Dirvy tilts her head toward Brokkrsten, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take trust, ta know, that in yer hearts, ye truly want what is best fer each other."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take dedication, ta stay open to one another - an ta learn an grow together."

Brokkrsten recites thunderously:

"It will take fireballs an implosions, ta slay yer enemies before ya..."

Brokkrsten blinks.

Dirvy stares at Brokkrsten.

Brokkrsten coughs.

Brokkrsten takes a deep breath.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"It will take faith, ta go forward together, without knowing 'xactly what tha future brings."

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"An' it will take commitment, ta hold true ta the journey ye both have pledged to today."

An inky black kitten and a pumpkin orange tabby kitten make their way down the aisle, periodically stopping to pounce on each other as one crosses in the other's path, or pawing at the snow white ribbons tied around each other's neck.

Dirvy softly giggles.

The inky black kitten makes her way towards Rovvigen with minimal coaxing, and immediately turns away from him and grooms herself with studied indifference. Quietly clucking his tongue in a soft, scolding manner, he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the small wedding band off one end.

The pumpkin orange kitten scampers up to Brokkrsten, trying to bat at the hem of his kilt, before Mikalmas snaps to get her attention. She pads towards Mikalmas and whaps at him as he unties the ribbon from her neck and slips the larger wedding band off the end.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the groom."

Rovvigen offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Rovvigen's balenite band.

Brokkrsten quietly asks, "Will the bride an' groom turn an face each other?"

Zailon turns to face Dirvy.

Dirvy turns to face Zailon.

Speaking quietly to Zailon, Brokkrsten says, "Take Dirvy's hand."

Zailon clasps Dirvy's hand gently and pulls her into his tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Zailon, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Dirvy ta be yer wife, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Zailon says, "I do."

Zailon smiles softly and slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Dirvy's left ring finger.

Zailon offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Zailon's balenite band.

Dirvy's face glows with a soft radiance as she slips on her balenite band. She smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Brokkrsten says, "Please present the ring to the bride."

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a frosted balenite wedding band.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's balenite band.

Speaking quietly to Dirvy, Brokkrsten says, "Take Zailon's hand."

Dirvy clasps Zailon's hand gently and pulls him into her tight embrace.

Speaking deeply to Dirvy, Brokkrsten asks, "Do ye take Zailon to be yer husband, ta have an ta hold from this day forward fer better or fer worse, fer richer or fer poorer, in sickness and in health, ta love an ta cherish until death but nae zombies do ye part?"

Dirvy blushes a nice shade of pink.

A bushy-tailed chipmunk is seen scampering between the rows of guests, causing a couple of women to hike up the hem of their skirts as they softly squeal and gasp.

Dirvy lovingly says, "I do."

Dirvy smiles to herself as she slowly slides a frosted balenite wedding band onto Zailon's left ring finger.

Dirvy offers Zailon a frosted balenite wedding band.

Zailon accepts Dirvy's balenite band.

Zailon's face glows with a soft radiance as he slips on his balenite band. He smiles lovingly at it for a moment with a pondering expression.

Dirvy gazes lovingly at Zailon.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"May it be granted that what is done before the Gods be not undone by mortal hands!"

In the distance, you feel - but not quite hear - an echo of what could have been thunder.

Brokkrsten recites deeply:

"Zailon Britbane, ye may now kiss yer bride."

(Zailon leans in close and gently lifts Dirvy's veil from her face.)

A slight movement out of the corner of your eyes causes you to look up briefly, just in time to see it begin to lightly snow in the glade.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Mikalmas offers Dirvy a fragrant bouquet of white faewood blossoms bound with ice blue ribbons.

Brokkrsten heartily rejoices, "Ladies an Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure ta present ta ya, the Lord an Lady Britbane!"

Dirvy pulls Zailon closer to herself.

Zailon kisses Dirvy on the lips for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy kisses Zailon for what seems like an eternity.

Dirvy accepts Mikalmas's fragrant bouquet.

Zailon says, "Thank you, everyone."

Dirvy softly says, "Thank you all for sharing this moment with us."

Dirvy cries with happiness, laughing through her tears.

Katara rubs her crystal orb pin and a tiny cascade of glittering snowflakes drifts to the ground, glinting softly before they fade away.

Zailon says, "We are grateful you could all be with us tonight."
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==Children==
===Neianna Aerilithren===
In Imaerasta 5116, Dirvy met a young priestess by the name of Neianna, who had just arrived in Icemule. She took this girl under her wing, and helped her learn the town. Dirvy also introduced her to some clerical friends who helped her learn her craft. Dirvy also arranged for this girl to be inducted as a member into House Sovyn. So grateful for the attention and care, Neianna asked Dirvy if she would adopt her. Dirvy, having not been married long enough to even consider having children, immediately agreed.

Neianna Aerilithren is currently traveling abroad.

===Tylayli Britbane===
Early in Eorgaen 5117, Dirvy met a young Dwarven Monk named Tylayli ForgedFury in the town of Kharam Dzu. What was at first an offhanded remark about Dirvy adopting him, turned into a serious discussion between Zailon, Dirvy and Tylayli. The Britbanes agreed to accept Tylayli as their ward for the time being.

On Fashanos 25, 5118, Tylali was officially adopted into the Britbane Family.

==Forest Children==
===Rashwe===
'''a bushy-tailed chipmunk'''

This chipmunk was a gift from a fallen patient that Dirvy attempted to help when she was very young in Icemule. The patient had died in the forests of Pinefar, and Dirvy attempted to reach her to bind her soul until more competent help could arrive. Dirvy died on the way. The patient felt bad about Dirvy's death, and gave her the chipmunk. The patient stated that he was trouble and she was glad to be rid of him, so Dirvy named him Rashwe, which means "trouble" in Elven. He has lived up to his name.

He is also known as "Zul Logoth's Most Wanted".

===Punkin===
'''a pumpkin orange tabby kitten'''

Description: The fluffy kitten is a bright pumpkin orange-hued tabby with rich sienna striping. Her long, fluffy tail is striped from base to tip, resembling that of a lemur. Her sharply pointed ears are tufted and her paws appear larger than normal. The kitten's emerald green eyes are vigilant, as if looking for trouble. A silver collar etched with the runes of a summoning circle adorns her neck, bearing a tiny silver acantha leaf-shaped tag that reads, "Punkin".

Punkin was a gift for Thrakmas 5116 from Dirvy's close friend, Thailmore. That year, Dirvy wanted nothing more than a kitten, but after many failed attempts at trying to win one, Thailmore traded something of value for a black-on-brown tabby kitten, and presented it to her for Thrakmas. Dirvy later went to a groomer who specialized in the magical dyeing of animal fur, and had her kitten dyed a pumpkin orange to fit the name she gave her, Punkin.

===Rumbles===
'''an inky black kitten'''

Description: The mischievous kitten's fur is primarily a deep, inky ebon taking on an ethereal green hue as light sheens off her. The tips of her ears have wispy violet tufts that twitch as she constantly gazes about with a curious demeanor. A filigreed kelyn collar suspends a sleek pentacle pendant, and etched delicately on the back in a fine script reads, "Rumbles."

Rumbles was originally Zailon's kitten, but became an official furry family member when Zailon and Dirvy were married. Rumbles is very much a typical sorcerer kitty, sometimes feisty, sometimes aloof.

===Mota===
'''a red-eyed sewer rat'''

Dirvy gave Mota to Zailon as a gift, sometime after their marriage in 5117. She thought it was a suitable creature for a Necromantic Reaper.

===Caraes===
'''a tiny snub-nosed hedgehog'''

Though similar to a porcupine, the hedgehog is smaller and its spines are no where near as dangerous. The spines are a mottled white and black, and completely cover the top and sides. You can see the soft white fur on its underside and four little pink feet underneath the protective spines. The ears aren't much more than tufts of fur, and its face is surrounded in white, save for two small black eyes and a little snout with whiskers that ends with a black nose.

Zailon gave this tiny hedgehog to Dirvy as a gift in the summer of 5122.

===Yavie===
'''a compact light brown doe'''

Description: Standing approximately 38 inches high at the top of the shoulder, she has a slender face and tapered ears. Her compact body is covered in a thin, light brown coat, and she has a short, beige tail. She has muscular legs that culminate in cloven hooves.

Dirvy traded a pile of silvers to a friend of hers for this little beauty in Koaratos 5123.

===Lingwe===
'''a relatively small piranha'''

This little fellow was acquired at Ebon Gate 5119.

===Hocus/Pocus===
====Hocus====
'''a chubby honey blonde puppy with shaggy fur'''

Description: Plump and chubby, this puppy's otherwise rotund frame is enhanced by copious amounts of plush, shaggy fur. Most of his thick coat is colored a pale honey blonde, the golden color deepening to dark amber in places. Wide and floppy ears frame his round face and warm brown eyes, giving him a perpetually friendly expression. Feathery curtains of fur cover his long tail, the adornments making it difficult to miss when his tail is in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot.

====Pocus====
'''an ice blue nebulous puppy veiled by a flurry of ethereal snowflakes'''

Description: A flurry of ethereal snowflakes constantly swirls about this puppy's aeriform body. Ambient shifts in the air currents cause his pellucid ice blue fur to undulate slightly in the spectral snowfall. Luminous white eyes, framed by transparent floppy ears, burn brightly through the wintry veil. The puppy's diaphanous tail is almost imperceptible except for the glowing tip that seemingly draws designs with light when in motion.
A knitted silver-shot ice blue paeline bandana is worn around his neck, the paeline secured in place by a knot. Despite the nebulous puppy's transparent pellucid ice blue fur, the bandana seems to stay in place.

This curious little guy was a 5th wedding anniversary gift for Dirvy from Zailon in Jastatos 5122.

=History=
===[[Icemule Trace]] (12/5115 to 7/5116)===
Dirvy made her way to Icemule in mid-Eorgaen 5115, after completing her studies. She was sent to the frozen town because of their desperate need for healers. When she arrived in Icemule, she did not realize that there were rarely any healers available, so she definitely had her work cut out for her. She had been taught to ask patients to use healing herbs to heal wounds she was unable to heal, so she did just that. Some patients thought this was odd at first, until she explained her inexperience, and that she was there to help them, if they could help her. Not a single patient ever refused to eat herbs, in order to let Dirvy learn from the experience. And she happily healed the townspeople this way, and it wasn't long before she was finally able to take all of their wounds.

That was until Sasathi died. Sasathi was fond of hunting in grimswarm camps, and the first time he died and Dirvy went to heal him... she nearly killed herself in the process. Sasathi was nothing but a stump. No legs, no arms, no eyes, no head, holes in his chest and abdomen. Dirvy had no idea where to begin. So, she did what she thought any healer would do. She took all of his wounds at once. What she didn't realize was, in the process of trying to heal down all of the bleeding wounds, she was actively bleeding out. That first time was a struggle, and a valuable lesson she never forgot. The next time she healed Sasathi, she was ready. She had figured out that the neck bleeds more than any other wound, so healing that first was imperative. Then the chest, then the abdomen. Next would be to heal down the limbs, intermittently curing her blood loss. But she only healed the limb wounds, not the scars. She did the same for her missing eyes. She was prepared for this. Before healing Sasathi, Dirvy had placed a sovyn clove on the ground. Once her limb wounds were healed, she knelt and ate the sovyn clove, restoring her right arm. She then got more sovyn cloves from her medic's kit and proceeded to restore her other arm and both legs. Afterwards, she got bur-clover elixir from her medic's kit and restored her missing eyes. And then resumed healing her wounds and scars as normal. She would jokingly call it her "Sasathi Survival Kit", but it worked on other patients as well, including those who died from being voided in the rift and those who set off an explosive box trap. By healing this way, she saved herself a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a lot of mana, which was huge deal when she was still so inexperienced.

It was about her 25th season, that she was able to put the herbs away and was finally able to heal patients, like Sasathi, like a proper healer.

===The Mining Cart===
Around 11:30pm Elven on Lumnea 25, 5116, Dirvy traveled towards Zul Logoth to answer the call of a rogue named Kyal. He was in need of healing, in order to continue his journey from Zul Logoth, so she met him just outside of the town. They traveled back to Zul Logoth so the man could rest, and they spent some time talking and having a drink at the local inn.

Sometime around 2am Elven on the morning of Lumnea 26, 5116, as they were saying their goodbyes near the mining cart that led through the tunnels towards Wehnimer's Landing, the mine cart operator informed them that the mining cart was malfunctioning. Travel was shut down for many hours, while the Dwarves of Zul Logoth worked to repair the malfunction. So the pair returned to the Landing by other means and went their separate ways.

Later that day, Dirvy had traveled to River's Rest with Dattawey, to do some hunting in the Marsh Keep. While resting, a messenger came to her and asked if she had taken the mining cart. She scoffed at this foolishness, informing him that there was no need to take the mining cart in Zul Logoth from Solhaven to River's Rest, and the messenger left. Shortly after, the messenger returned and informed her that she was in possession of the mining cart. Obviously, at first, Dirvy thought this man suffered from a lack of control of his mental faculties. After a bit of explanation, this is what had happened...

At 2am Elven the morning Dirvy and Kyal were saying their goodbyes, Dirvy's chipmunk, Rashwe, had somehow absconded with the mining cart and stowed it in his nest. This was unknown to everyone at the time, as confusion soon set in over why the mining cart was not operating.

To this day, nobody has figured out how a tiny chipmunk was able to move a mining cart, shrink its size, and stow it in its nest in Dirvy's cloak. As a side note, Dirvy was not allowed to keep the mining cart.

===[[Wehnimer's Landing]]===
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===[[Kharam Dzu]]===
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===[[Icemule Trace]] (9/5117 to Present)===
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=Affiliations=
===[[House Sovyn]]===

Dirvy was inducted in Lormesta 12, 5116 by Eruheran. Around Koaratos 5116, Dirvy was appointed to the Co-Secretary Position, and served in that role for about a year, before she was appointed Co-Chairperson in mid-5117.

===[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]===

The Order of the Sphere and Scythe was formed in Jastatos 5116. Dirvy was made a member and an officer at their very first event. At the time, she held the role as Sentinel Advisor, until her promotion to Elder Sentinel Advisor in early 5117. Dirvy worked tirelessly to help the Order achieve Tier 3 status in 8 months since they were originally formed.

Dirvy resigned from her officer position as Elder Sentinel Advisor on Fashanos 27, 5118, in order to focus on her responsibilities with ICICLE.

She rejoined The Order in Jastatos 5123.

===[[Icemulian_Collective_for_the_Improvement_of_Civilian_Life_and_Entertainment_(ICICLE)|ICICLE]]===

Dirvy was appointed to ICICLE, as were all the original members, by a random draw on Eorgaen 4, 5117. On Eorgaen 7, 5117, she was appointed as Chairwoman.

ICICLE was granted official MHO status on Charlatos 9, 5118.

=Paintings=
The following series of couples portraits were painted for an event for House Sovyn's Voaris and Laethe Day Celebration on Fashanos 14, 5118.

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Butter-soft leather was used for the canvas, that is divided down the center by broad brushstrokes that separate the left side in stark darkness and the right in pristine white. Two hazy figures stand facing each other. The figure on the left is shrouded in a blinding white robe, a pair of bright blue eyes gaze out from the heavy cowl. One hand reaches toward the cowl of the nightmare black-robed figure on the right, revealing a pair of deep hazel eyes.

"Love's Nightmare 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Rich, dark colors cover the canvas, creating a hazy backdrop of book-lined shelves. In the foreground of the portrait is a Sylvan Mage, who is seated in a crimson leather chair. His blonde hair is delicately painted so that it nearly obscures his gaze; his crystal blues eyes betray his fatigue. He lovingly cradles a Faendryl Cleric in his arms, who is curled up on his lap. The Faendryl's silver hair is more disheveled than usual; a wistful smile curls the corners of his lips as he sleeps.

"Love's Embrace 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Stark white brushstrokes cover the canvas, creating a snowy backdrop that accentuates the cream-colored stucco well that is painted on the right. A dark-haired Human Rogue leans against the well; a mischievous smile curls the corners of her lips. The fingers of one hand are buried in the fabric of an Elven Mage's longcloak, drawing him close. The Mage's wind-blown, platinum blonde hair nearly obscures his face, leaving only a soft smile painting his lips as they hover close to hers.

"Love's Kiss 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the canvas is painted mostly in hues of reds and oranges that bleed into blues and greens. A hazy sunset that sits low on the horizon. A wooden dock stands out in the foreground; a Half-Elf sits on the edge, his silver hair is painted in wisps, so it appears moving with the breeze. His arm is wrapped around the waist of an Aelotoi, holding her close as they watch the setting sun. Her glimmering wings are fully extended, providing the couple some privacy.

"Love's Sunset 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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A smoky haze fills the background of the portrait. Sickly green wisps cut through the smoke, giving substance to a pair of tentacles. Five conjoined circles of red, blue, black, green, and white are held aloft by the tentacles. An Illistim Elf, her bright grey gaze is soft and loving, as she rests her hand on a Nalfein Elf's shoulder. The Nalfein's piercing crystal blue eyes returns his lover's gaze, as he cradles her chin, drawing her mouth towards his.

"Love's Seduction 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The background of the black canvas is an intricately painted silvery spiderweb. In the right corner, a menacing fiery red spider is overlooking a couple of Half-Elves who are caught in its web. The bottom of the canvas looks slightly charred, as bright crimson painted flames lick at the bottom of the web. One Half-Elf with sultry dark eyes looks upon her lover, whose piercing stormy grey eyes return her gaze. The pair seem oblivious of the danger that lurks nearby, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Love's Prey 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The portrait is dominated by a fully rigged, three mast galley ship. The open sea is painted in blues and greens with streaks of white to give it a choppy feel. The vessel's name, "The Crimson Shark", is painted at the bottom of the portrait, nearly obscured by the edge of the canvas. A Sylph stands at the helm, her red hair caught in the brisk breeze. A Half-Elf stands behind her, his arms are wrapped loosely around her waist. His narrowed grey gaze scans the horizon, as his Lady Captain steers them home.

"Love's Vessel 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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Richly-hued reds, greens and browns fill the background of the canvas, giving definition to the rows of bottles that line the shelves. A Dark Dwarven Cleric, a formidable figure despite his stature, stands behind a low back leather chair. One hand rests on the chair back, the other rests on the shoulder of an Elven Mage, his stormy gaze fixes on her. The Mage's long, golden hair is lovely and wild, tucked behind one ear with a carnelian blood lily. She lovingly cradles a blue-eyed calico cat in her lap.

"Love's Family 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The Human Master Rogue leans against the side of an expansive lit fireplace, adorned with a large white on black and red checker shield embossed with a prowling lion. His jet black hair falls around his shoulders, as he gazes down at the Elven Healer, his arms wrapped about her waist as she leans into his embrace. Her head is tilted back, meeting his blue-grey gaze with her sultry jade green eyes, causing her ringleted copper locks to spill across her shoulder.

"Love's Fire 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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The canvas is painted with a sleepy town center at night; a couple hazy folks mill about in the background. An Aelotoi Gypsy bends over a patient, her sapphire blue wings are folded against her back to avoid blocking what light shines from a nearby lamppost. A Sylvan Rogue sits at her side, her jade green eyes are soft as she watches the Gypsy work. Her hands rest on the Gypsy's shoulders, reassuring her while she tends her patient.

"Love's Twilight 02145118" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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'''Other Paintings'''
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The canvas is covered in white, depicting a snowy background on Penguin Hill, where a wintry picnic is taking place. In the foreground, a penguin chick is sleeping, and a small family is sharing a meal. A Faendryl Necromancer hands a Dwarven Monk an intricately carved dagger. The two are depicted in discussion, as a Sylvan Master Physician watches them, while sipping from a black glass goblet. A pair of kittens gambole around the area, while a bushy-tailed chipmunk watches warily.

"Britbanes' Newest Member 22518" -- by Dirvy Britbane
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=Crafts, Cobbling, Cosmetics, and Clutter=
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Order of the Sphere and Scythe/Sacred Pilgrimages of Elanthia

2024-05-27T13:54:50Z

TWILSON: Added 5117-5118 pilgrimage log per Rovvi.

Embark on a sacred journey across the enchanting lands of Elanthia, where a series of Pilgrimages await to ignite the flames of inspiration and unveil the rich tapestry of ancient lore.

Each pilgrimage is a gateway to the captivating stories of the revered Arkati, whose presence resonates within the sacred shrines. As you dive deeper into these hallowed grounds, the intricate game mechanisms concealed within will be illuminated, guiding you towards a deeper understanding of the Elanthian world that lies beneath the surface.

Moreover, these pilgrimages serve as a catalyst for boundless roleplay opportunities, igniting the imagination and inviting you to immerse yourself in the vast realms of possibilities.

This is the very reason why The Order of The Sphere and Scythe has chosen to showcase these particular elements on two separate occasions over the course of its 8-year history, and will persist in highlighting them in all future undertakings.

==5117-5118 Pilgrimages==

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| Shrine of Lorminstra
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|''This log is from Dirvy's viewpoint, with prolog by Zailon.''

PROLOG:

Written by Sentinel Advisor Zailon Britbane
Edited by: Elder Seer Rovvigen Aniket

A weary traveler turns to you with a simple gesture and says “Come, over ancient reach, through twisted wood, and lands where mists arise, we shall journey for eight moons of the year...”

The traveler continues his story, “Our Journey started back at Lake Eonak, under the shadows of Melgorehn’s Reach, we were making camp when we were approached by a grey-clad wanderer. The wanderer was clearly old, but unbent, unbroken by his burdens. We followed closely, guided to the edge of Lake Eonak, whereupon the Grey Wanderer said, “Call the children of tomorrow, those of sight” to which, Rovvigen responded in turn “I am of the sight. Can I help you? The children of the sight are assembled. Bring forth your business. Our numbers are few, but our faith is iron, we will answer the call.”

The Grey Wanderer stated to Rovvigen, “Make your sacrifice, know that if you understood what I asked of you, I expect that you’d wither, and shrink from this burden, but prove me wrong, see what must be seen.” It was at this time Rovvigen strode forward, Tarot in hand, that a gale tore through the area, tugging a card from his his hand, as the wind pulled the card from him, we noted that it appeared to be two golden suns.

The card slipped beneath the waters of the lake, causing shimmering ripples across the placid surface. Moonlight played upon the surface of the lake, slowly dancing across the surface until they came to rest upon Rovvigen. A grimace crossed Rovvigen’s stoic demeanor and he leaned over gazing into the surface of the lake, he later recount-ed to us exactly what it is that he saw.

Rovvigen gathered us around a campfire shortly after, and retold the events he had foreseen within the lake, “The icy peaks of mountains were still in view, but so were the wide, tall, fortified stone walls of a huge city. Stretching up above the walls was a large stone keep, and countless silver banners whose blue phoenix emblem trembled in the wind.

A blink of pale green light appeared in the distance. Soon after, a small flame appeared. Then another, then count-less more. Like a roving sea of fireflies, the host of torches moved out of the dark of the wilderness, and towards the massive gates of the huge fortified city.

An army of white-armored crusaders appeared, the light of their torches cast an eerie, orange glow across their stone faces, shadows filling the creases of the crown-shaped scars along their bald scalps. They were countless, and before them walked another figure garbed in white, the collective torch light pale in comparison to the inferno of his golden eyes

The sea of crusaders approached the gates, where Hendoran soldiers lined the ramparts like a polished wall of steel. A voice, gruff and commanding, shouted down at the golden-eyed man and his army of Blameless

The golden-eyed man spoke. His voice was loud. His words echoed all around me, as if he stood before me. "Open the gates, allow Koar's work to be done."

There was a loud cranking sound, and the wide gates of the city of Lolle began to open.

The golden-eyed man marched through the opened gates of Lolle, his army of Blameless flowing in behind him. As they entered into the streets, many in the back ranks of the Blameless stopped, slowly turning to withdraw cross-bows from their flowing white cloaks. The Hendoran soldiers stood upon the ramparts, many unmoving, backs turned to the Blameless, their eyes still drawn to the outside of the city.

The echo of the crossbows was resounding. A line of bolts arced up towards the walls, where the soldiers' backs were still turned. Many cried out in surprise, as dozens fell out of sight, some tumbling over the walls, others gasping as the bolts dug into their backs or sides. Chaston paused for a moment, looking back at the gates they passed through, nodding as blood began to drip from the ramparts.

The streets of Lolle opened wide, many homes shuttered their windows. The golden-eyed man and his army continued their march, slowly approaching a hill where a huge stone keep stood as a looming sentinel over the city. At the base of the hill, a small army of Hendoran soldiers had already formed, weapons drawn, shouting at the crusaders as they approach

Flecks of light began to appear along the narrow and winding streets and alleys of homes and buildings. Suddenly, in between the Blameless and the Hendorans, crowds of townspeople bean to pour out into the streets, weapons and torches in hand.

The light of the townspeople's torches came into view, as nearly a hundred flooded into the streets. The glow of the torches finally illuminated the townspeople... and the light caught along the surface of their gold and white medal-lions and prayer beads.

The cries of battle echoed out, as if all around me. The Hendoran soldiers paused briefly, and it cost them. The townspeople fell on them like vultures, clawing, fighting, slashing, stabbing, stomping, and burning every soldier in their way. Having no other course of action, the Hendorans struck back, doing their best to defend and fight. Many of the townspeople fell quickly, no different than grain to a farmer's scythe.

The streets ran wet and red. Townspeople piled up, as did Hendorans, a sea of groaning, bloodied bodies. Soon the golden-eyed man moved forward again, he and his Blameless stepping over the sobbing, wounded bodies of both commoners and soldiers alike. Chaston made his way to the keep on the hill.

Lake a grand hall appeared. Its ceiling was expansive, decorated with huge banners, tapestries, and stone-framed windows. Columns of stone served as rows and rows of support for the huge chamber, their surfaces chiseled with patterns and other images.

The rest of the chamber came into view. Dozens of Hendoran soldiers stood before an old, stone throne, where a man of declining years sat, a parchment in his hand. There was little color left in his short, white beard. The light of the room's torches enhanced the color of the gold coronet on his head. His pale blue eyes looked up, as the doors of his throne room flew open. He let out an audible sigh.

The cacophony of battle echoed out once more. The throne room was a blur, a flurry of white, blue, and blood.

The sound of painful groans hung in the air. The carved stone columns were painted red with the blood of the soldiers, and behind them, dozens of Blameless rose back up to their feet, wounds healing as they pressed on. The Earl lay near his throne, hands almost as bloody as his blade. His blue and silver tabard was soaked with blood, his gold coronet fallen on the ground beside him. He coughed - blood, spit, and curses.

The golden-eyed man stepped towards the throne, slowly kneeling beside the broken Earl. He placed a hand on his cheek, grinning wide, his golden eyes gleaming. With his other hand, he grabbed the coronet on the ground, then tossed it against a stone column, where it clanked and bounced away. The golden-eyed man climbed up onto the throne, as white-armored crusaders moved in around the injured Earl, jerking him up to his feet

A flash of green light appeared to swirl into existence within the throne room. Three white-armored crusaders approached it, dragging the bloodied Earl with them. They disappeared into the portal, as the golden-eyed man nod-ded approvingly from the seat of the Northern Sentinel.

Rovvigen then took heavily to his feet and nodded slowly, having delivered the revelations passed to him by the Gray Wanderer, Jastev incarnate. The newly minted prophet found himself burdened with heavy purpose and thus it fell to him with the aid of Mikalmas, priest of Gosaena to gather the seers, the visionaries, and others who would not turn from the visions, those who would not wither, and shrink from the duties placed before them. Thus the Order of the Sphere and Scythe was created to provide and promote education on the practice of Divination. To provide enlightenment and a better understanding of the art of divination. To assist fellow adventurers in their search for knowledge. To promote fellowship and cooperation of all races and professions.

Rovvigen continued his missive to the huddled bunch, “We must set out in search of history. We must remind the world of that which it has lost, forgotten. We must awaken the gods again. The world has grown indolent, listless, in such turbulent times as we live. We shall set forth in search of artifacts, books, and history itself, leaving no stone unturned. We will make our way through the world visiting each cleric guild. We shall make offerings as appropriate in order to expand our knowledge and influence.

The weary traveler turns to you, his face exposed, he appears younger than you’d expect, with a peculiar braid sporting a telltale crow’s feather, and a staff that demands notice, a soulstone orb, clutched by talons, marking him as Necromancer Zailon Britbane. He turns to you and states in a quiet voice, “And that my friend, is what you’ve so capriciously stumbled upon, so, I say to you, welcome, to our order. Find your courage, open your eyes, and do not shrink from your duty.

HEART OF EVENT:

[Cleric Guild, Courtyard - 6321]
Flanked by several lush trees, a large and elaborate building stands to the north, its pale golden dome glinting in the soft moonlight. Small benches are placed throughout the thriving courtyard, and small colonies of flowers have sprouted around them. A narrow pathway of pure white cobblestones leads toward the structure and stretches back to a smaller building to the south. You also see a robed guard and a large silver gate.
Also here: Aveyln (Cleric), Mistress Chemaine (Empath), Flimbo (Monk), High Lady Enestrie (Cleric), Rovvigen (Wizard)
Obvious paths: south

Speaking melodically to Rovvigen, Aveyln says, "Thank you most kindly."

Enestrie turns to face you.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Enestrie gives you a friendly hug, and you detect the faint scent of white musk, with notes of angelica, sage, and jasmine around her.

Enestrie smiles at you.

Chemaine leans on Rovvigen.

Rovvigen agrees with Chemaine.

Rovvigen leans on Chemaine.

Enestrie giggles.

Enestrie leans on Flimbo.

Enestrie falls over.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Chemaine says, "If either of us moves, we're gonna fall over."

Enestrie stands up.

Chemaine giggles.

Rovvigen adopts an agreeable expression.

Chemaine quietly says, "Like that."

Speaking shrilly to Enestrie, Flimbo exclaims, "You smell like empath plants!"

Chemaine nods at Enestrie.

Enestrie grins at Flimbo.

Enestrie giggles.

Rovvigen yawns.

Rovvigen falls over.

Enestrie giggles at Rovvigen.

Aveyln attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his rune belt.

Rovvigen rolls around on the ground.

Rovvigen rolls around on the ground.

Rovvigen rolls around on the ground.

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen stands up.

Chemaine dusts Rovvigen off.

Rovvigen beams happily at Chemaine!

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Chemaine says, "Silly."

Rovvigen softly says, "Always."

Rovvigen softly says, "And clumbsy."

Enestrie smiles.

Chemaine quietly says, "Me too."

Chemaine looks at Enestrie and hums.

Enestrie grins.

Speaking quietly to Enestrie, Chemaine says, "We need to die together soon."

Speaking softly to Chemaine, Enestrie says, "Aye, we have not done that in a long while."

Enestrie giggles at Chemaine.

Chemaine snickers.

Enestrie's face turns slightly pale.

Enestrie grins at Chemaine.

Speaking quietly to Enestrie, Chemaine says, "Is a lovely facility you clerics have here."

Chemaine quietly says, "The trees are so beautiful."

Rovvigen adopts an agreeable expression.

Speaking softly to Chemaine, Enestrie says, "It is, very peaceful here."

Enestrie gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen softly says, "Wonderful beauty here."

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen softly says, "More people will show just not sure when."

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen softly says, "We will give it until 10 after then we will start."

Chemaine quietly says, "Did a crier go out? i nay heard one."

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

Chemaine quietly says, "But was nearly late."

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

Rovvigen softly says, "I forgot to do one."

Chemaine gazes up into the heavens.

Rovvigen softly says, "But i did everything else."

Rovvigen frowns.

Rovvigen laughs!

Enestrie softly asks, "We can do one now?"

Rovvigen weeps softly, quiet tears falling from his eyes.

Enestrie smiles at Rovvigen.

Chemaine quietly says, "Will be fine."

Chemaine's butterfly tattoo appears bored with its surroundings.

Chemaine rubs Rovvigen.

Enestrie rubs Rovvigen.

Rovvigen softly says, "I didnt do one at all."

Rovvigen softly says, "I forgot."

Rovvigen slaps himself on the forehead.

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Rovvigen beams happily at Mikalmas!

Enestrie turns to face Mikalmas.

Mikalmas waves.

Chemaine hugs Mikalmas.

Mikalmas grins.

Enestrie glances at Mikalmas and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Mikalmas hugs Chemaine.

Rovvigen removes a plump white souvenir sack from in his rune-stitched backpack.

Enestrie smiles.

Rovvigen offers Mikalmas a plump white souvenir sack.

Mikalmas says, "Apologies for being tardy."

Mikalmas accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Mikalmas just opened a pristine white elven greatcloak elaborately hemmed with interwoven silver feather embroidery.

Mikalmas attaches a plump white souvenir sack to his belt.

Rovvigen softly asks, "How is everyone tonight?"

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Chemaine quietly says, "Doing well."

Speaking softly to Enestrie, Rovvigen asks, "Have safe travels here?"

Speaking melodically to Mikalmas, Aveyln says, "You are only tardy if you forgot to bring the sacred ale and holy popcorn."

Aveyln nods at Mikalmas.

Enestrie smiles at Rovvigen.

Rovvigen laughs at Aveyln!

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Enestrie says, "I did indeed."

Chemaine quietly asks, "Holy ale?"

Chemaine quietly says, "I like the sound of that."

Enestrie grins at Aveyln.

Enestrie agrees with Chemaine.

Rovvigen adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen softly says, "I want some popcorn now."

Rovvigen giggles.

Chemaine laughs!

Enestrie smiles.

Mikalmas flashes a wide grin.

Aveyln agrees with Rovvigen.

Chemaine hums a seemingly random tune.

Flimbo removes a savory egg and bacon rolton burger between glazed donut buns from in his spidersilk cloak.

Flimbo sniffs at his rolton burger.

Rovvigen laughs at Flimbo!

Enestrie smiles at Flimbo.

Enestrie grins at you.

Flimbo gasps.

Great Lady Cerridween just arrived.

Flimbo turns to Cerridween and cheers!

Cerridween curtsies.

Chemaine waves to Cerridween.

Rovvigen beams happily at Cerridween!

Flimbo skips in a circle around Cerridween.

Rovvigen removes a plump white souvenir sack from in his rune-stitched backpack.

Rovvigen offers Cerridween a plump white souvenir sack.

Cerridween says, "I was held up at Voln, my appologies."

Enestrie smiles at Cerridween.

Speaking softly to Cerridween, Rovvigen says, "For the artifacts."

Cerridween grins at Rovvigen.

Enestrie gives Cerridween a friendly hug.

Cerridween accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Chemaine chuckles.

Cerridween hugs Enestrie, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "That's okay! Doing Voln things is important!"

Cerridween adopts an agreeable expression.

Goldstr just arrived.

Enestrie beams happily at Goldstr!

Rovvigen removes a plump white souvenir sack from in his rune-stitched backpack.

Goldstr says, "Hail friends."

Enestrie gives Goldstr a friendly hug.

Flimbo turns to Goldstr and cheers!

You nod to Goldstr in greeting.

Goldstr hugs Enestrie, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Rovvigen offers Goldstr a plump white souvenir sack.

Goldstr grins.

Chemaine waves to Goldstr.

Goldstr accepts Rovvigen's white souvenir sack.

Speaking quietly to Goldstr, Chemaine says, "Gooe eve to ya."

Goldstr says, "Tankee."

The guard gives him a nod of recognition and waves him in.

House Cleric Mikalmas just entered a large and elaborate building.

Speaking softly to Goldstr, Rovvigen says, "For the artifacts during Pilgrimage."

House Cleric Mikalmas just arrived.

Cerridween grins at you.

Goldstr hugs Chemaine.

Mikalmas joins Rovvigen's group.

Mikalmas grins.

Chemaine gives Goldstr a friendly hug.

Enestrie joins Rovvigen's group.

Cerridween rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Mikalmas says, "Thought I'd check in while I was standing here."

Mikalmas points at an ornate bronze plaque.

Mikalmas chuckles.

Cerridween reaches down and carefully removes her tanned leather kit from her belt.

Cerridween attaches a plump white souvenir sack to her belt.

Rovvigen laughs at Mikalmas!

Enestrie smiles at Mikalmas.

Goldstr turns toward Mikalmas and renders a sharp salute with his white souvenir sack.

Chemaine turns to Mikalmas and cheers!

Rovvigen softly asks, "Shall we get started?"

Enestrie giggles.

You join Rovvigen.

Cerridween joins Rovvigen's group.

Aveyln joins Rovvigen's group.

Rovvigen softly says, "Okay here goes nothing."

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

Flimbo gasps.

Enestrie gasps.

Chemaine turns to Rovvigen and cheers!

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Evening everyone! Thanks for coming out tonight for the start of Sphere and Scythe s Sacred Pilgrimage."

Enestrie praises Rovvigen.

Aveyln lets out a cheer!

Aveyln applauds.

Enestrie turns an inquisitive ear toward Rovvigen.

Flimbo whistles at Rovvigen!

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We are all honored to have you with us along this journey. Each month following this we will venture to every Cleric Guild s Shrine to learn about the specific Arkati that is represented and also receive blessed Artifacts along the way."

Goldstr turns an inquisitive ear toward Rovvigen.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Just a few short words of why we are going on this Pilgrimage and have invited everyone gathered to join us."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We together will set out in search of history to remind the world of that which it has lost. We also hope to reawaken the Gods by taking this plight in our times of need by seeking out blessed Artifacts from each of these Shrines across Elanthia."

Enestrie adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This journey will be one of personal and spiritual growth in which we hope to ignite the spark of knowledge and fan the flames of enlightenment"

Enestrie smiles.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Now if you will all Join Me so we may proceed to the Shrine, we will start the journey as ONE!"

Enestrie smiles.

Flimbo joins Rovvigen's group.

Goldstr joins Rovvigen's group.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Everyone joined?"

Chemaine joins Rovvigen's group.

Rovvigen nods.

Rovvigen's group just went south.

[Cleric Guild, Courtyard - 17192]
A small black marble building is set against the walls of the courtyard, its diminutive form shaded by a large willow tree overhead. The willow's vines sway slowly every few moments, obscuring the dark walls of the building as stray winds pass by. A pair of golden doors lead into the small structure, their surfaces engraved with a detailed rendition of keys. The very air seems to muffle all sounds, imparting a strange pervasive silence to the area. You also see a small shop.
Also here: Aveyln (Cleric), Mistress Chemaine (Empath), Flimbo (Monk), High Lady Enestrie (Cleric), Great Lady Cerridween (Empath), Goldstr (Warrior), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cleric), Rovvigen (Wizard)
Obvious paths: north

Rovvigen's group just went through a small black marble building.

[Cleric Guild, Shrine - 17194]
A solid black marble altar sits to the south, nestled within a small arched alcove of ivory. Many candles sit on the various ledges within the small space, their warm light casting the statue of a woman behind the altar in a soft, enveloping glow. The woman stands firmly with an air of both grace and seriousness, though her downturned eyes give her a slightly somber look. Delicate snowblossoms are strewn across the floor, their pale white hue reminiscent of winter's winds.
Also here: Aveyln (Cleric), Mistress Chemaine (Empath), Flimbo (Monk), High Lady Enestrie (Cleric), Great Lady Cerridween (Empath), Goldstr (Warrior), House Cleric Mikalmas (Cleric), Rovvigen (Wizard)
Obvious exits: out

Chemaine rubs her Moonstone Abbey pin.

Enestrie gazes respectfully at her surroundings.

Rovvigen softly says, "Here we are."

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Please take a minute to observe the Shrine and pay special attention to the Statue. This statue represents the Arkati named Lorminstra."

Enestrie gazes respectfully at an ivory Lorminstra statue.

You take a moment to observe everything you can about an ivory Lorminstra statue.

Enestrie touches her white pearl chaplet lightly as she ponders.

Flimbo removes a dented tin tip cup from in his spidersilk cloak.

Flimbo carefully places his tin tip cup on the floor.

Chemaine's butterfly tattoo seems to grow increasingly more restless as it mills about. Finally, it gathers itself and disappears behind the rose gold hip-chain covering her waist.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We are honored to have a High Priestess of Lorminstra here tonight who will give us some insight and knowledge as to who Lorminstra is."

Rovvigen bows to Enestrie.

You carefully inspect an ivory Lorminstra statue.

Goldstr bows to an ivory Lorminstra statue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"With that being said, I will now turn the floor over to High Lady Enestrie"

Enestrie glances at Rovvigen and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Flimbo grabs one end of his gold boa and waves it energetically, its feathers fluttering in a sensuous dance.

Rovvigen bows to Enestrie.

Chemaine applauds Enestrie.

You tilt your head slightly toward Enestrie, noting the subtle changes in her muscles and breathing.

Enestrie softly says, "Good Evening friends, brothers and sisters ..pilgrims."

Goldstr turns an inquisitive ear toward Enestrie.

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie smiles at the group

Aveyln smiles.

Flimbo turns an inquisitive ear toward Enestrie.

Enestrie softly says, "It is my privilege to offer insight into our Lady Lorminstra tonight as well as to ask her blessing and her favor on each of you during this pilgrimage."

Enestrie softly says, "As you know, Lorminstra is our Goddess of Death and Rebirth."

Enestrie smiles.

Goldstr nods.

Enestrie softly says, "She is also the eldest child of Koar and Lumnis. As followers of Lorminstra we pledge to rejoice in not only birth, but rebirth, as it is our duty to protect it from all unnatural harm."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Enestrie softly says, "We find the heart of Lorminstra in the season of winter, when the land itself becomes cold and dead, not unlike a soul separated from its body by death. Lorminstra is the deliberator and decision maker in
the death of each of us. She alone decides if she will grant Givers of Life's appeals to restore life to a soul. For this reason-we clerics take our prayers to her seriously, for once her mind is made up, it cannot be swayed.
She is indeed the gatekeeper of our souls, and her symbol as you may know is a golden key."

Enestrie reaches out and touches her gold key symbol.

Cerridween places her hand on her scrollwork emblem.

Enestrie softly says, "For many years, she petitioned Koar for aid in the struggle of the undead. Luuko's enslavement of souls to fortify his undead armies is an abomination to her and her brother Ronan. Legend has it that the great warrior Voln is a direct answer to her many pleas for some control of Luuko's deplorable attempts to create legions of enslaved souls. That struggle continues today as we carry on in her service."

Enestrie softly says, "Some might see your pilgrimage as purely historical, or perhaps adventure seeking. Some of us would rather support the idea that the very key to fighting all dangers to our lands depends on you-your sight, your divination, and your diligence in seeking truth."

Goldstr rubs his enruned gold ring.

Enestrie softly says, "As you embark on your journey, it will be my prayer daily that you will find the history hidden in our lands. And also that your mind's eye will be opened completely without filter. That you will once
again awaken the Gods that have slept for so long to learn from them. That you will find truth."

Enestrie touches her white pearl chaplet lightly as she ponders.

Cerridween places her hand on her banded onyx key symbol.

Enestrie smiles.

The diamond eyes of Lorminstra's statue sparkle slightly as the candlelight flares up for a moment.

Enestrie softly says, "I ask now that you commit to silence while I link us to Lorminstra."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Enestrie clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Enestrie raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

Enestrie gestures.

Goldstr hangs his head.

Flimbo gazes heavenward.

Flimbo clasps his hand over his mouth.

Enestrie softly says, "Er."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Goldstr gazes heavenward.

Cerridween carefully unties her raven prayer-feather from her hair and removes it.

Enestrie softly says, "Let us now pray."

Cerridween brings her raven prayer-feather to her lips, whispering a silent invocation.

Aveyln kneels down.

Goldstr kneels before the altar to recite his prayers.

Rovvigen kneels before the altar to recite his prayers.

Aveyln continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Cerridween kneels before the altar to recite her prayers.

Enestrie softly says, "Our Lady Lorminstra, daughter of Koar, gate keeper for free souls, we come to you now to ask your favor and your guidance for each one of these pilgrims."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

You fold your hands behind your back, waiting patiently.

Goldstr continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Enestrie softly says, "Let your divine light shine on them. Let your hand guard their souls from harm."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Cerridween sweeps her raven prayer-feather out before her in a gentle arc.

Enestrie softly says, "Guide them--show them how to unlock the gates of history and shine your ray of knowledge for them so that they can pursue this cause of enlightenment, justice, and truth."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Chemaine seems a bit less imposing.

Flimbo fidgets.

You nod firmly.

Enestrie softly says, "Blessed be all that seek that which is lost, that which is forgotten in their quest."

Enestrie kneels down.

Goldstr continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Enestrie clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Enestrie stands up.

Goldstr stands up.

Rovvigen stands up.

Enestrie touches her white pearl chaplet lightly as she ponders.

Flimbo removes a small white marble shrine from in his spidersilk cloak.

Chemaine quietly says, "Blessed be."

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie softly says, "Thank you all."

Flimbo reverently sets his white marble shrine on the floor.

Enestrie smiles.

Flimbo bows his head down while tracing a finger along the edge of a small white marble shrine.

Mikalmas gently wraps his hand around his silver sickle symbol and murmurs a softly spoken prayer.

Cerridween stands up.

Aveyln stands up.

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen removes a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds from in his spidersilk bag.

Goldstr says, "Amen."

Flimbo picks up a small white marble shrine.

Cerridween quietly says, "Blessed be."

Flimbo put a small white marble shrine in his spidersilk cloak.

Cerridween gently slides her raven prayer-feather into her hair, tying it securely to a strand.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I will now pass a jar of uncut diamonds around please take one and hold the gem in your hand"

Enestrie smiles at Rovvigen.

Chemaine put a pale brown faewood runestaff capped with a crimson blazestar in her tooled stave harness.

Rovvigen offers Aveyln a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Goldstr put a plump white souvenir sack in his spidersilk cloak.

Aveyln accepts Rovvigen's short glass jar.

Aveyln gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Flimbo grabs one end of his gold boa and waves it energetically, its feathers fluttering in a sensuous dance.

Chemaine attaches a plump white souvenir sack to her rose gold hip-chain.

Aveyln offers Flimbo a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Flimbo holds one end of his gold boa in each hand and yanks it taut, striking a dramatic pose.

Flimbo accepts Aveyln's short glass jar.

Flimbo gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Cerridween gazes with interest at a large black tome on a black marble altar.

Flimbo offers Chemaine a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie smiles.

Flimbo sniffs at his uncut diamond.

Enestrie gazes respectfully at an ivory Lorminstra statue.

Rovvigen pokes Chemaine in the ribs.

Chemaine accepts Flimbo's short glass jar.

Rovvigen smiles chemane

Flimbo tosses the end of his gold boa back over his shoulder in a flamboyant gesture.

Chemaine quietly says, "Sorry was still praying maybe."

Chemaine gives her jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into her hand.

You giggle at Flimbo.

Enestrie smiles at Chemaine.

Speaking softly to Flimbo, you tease, "You are such a pretty princess."

Flimbo beams happily at you!

Rovvigen points at Mikalmas.

Enestrie giggles.

Chemaine offers Mikalmas a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Chemaine giggles.

Chemaine mutters scatterbrained.

Mikalmas accepts Chemaine's short glass jar.

Flimbo holds his gold boa near its end and spins it with a flick of his wrist, causing the feathers to twirl wildly around.

Chemaine points at herself.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Did everyone get a souviner sack?"

Mikalmas put an ancient white pastoral staff in his white elven greatcloak.

Chemaine taps a plump white souvenir sack that she is wearing.

Mikalmas gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Mikalmas offers Cerridween a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Cerridween accepts Mikalmas's short glass jar.

Cerridween gives her jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into her hand.

Cerridween offers Mikalmas a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Chemaine put an uncut diamond in her white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Everyone get an uncut diamond?"

Speaking shrilly to you, Flimbo exclaims, "It's a very serious spirit tool! You can't perform the traditional erotic ghost punching dance without it!"

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Goldstr says, "Nae."

Enestrie grins.

Rovvigen points at Goldstr.

You nod slowly at Flimbo.

Mikalmas accepts Cerridween's short glass jar.

Mikalmas offers Goldstr an uncut diamond.

Mikalmas offers Goldstr a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Goldstr accepts Mikalmas's short glass jar.

Flimbo removes a savory egg and bacon rolton burger between glazed donut buns from in his spidersilk cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "Dirvy is next then Enestrie then ill go last."

Flimbo offers Enestrie a savory egg and bacon rolton burger between glazed donut buns.

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Speaking shrilly to Enestrie, Flimbo exclaims, "Don't give that to any rats! It's the last one!"

Goldstr offers Mikalmas a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie softly says, "Oh not me, I already have one."

Enestrie giggles.

Enestrie accepts Flimbo's rolton burger.

Rovvigen nods at Enestrie.

Enestrie put a savory egg and bacon rolton burger between glazed donut buns in her pristine white vestment.

Mikalmas accepts Goldstr's short glass jar.

Enestrie grins at Flimbo.

Mikalmas asks, "Everyone have one?"

Mikalmas offers Rovvigen a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Flimbo raises his uncut diamond skyward!

Rovvigen accepts Mikalmas's short glass jar.

Rovvigen gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Enestrie turns to face a black marble altar.

Goldstr rubs an uncut diamond in his hand.

Enestrie removes a white pearl chaplet from her neck.

Rovvigen has accepted your offer and is now holding a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie raises her white pearl chaplet high, shouting the name of Lorminstra to the heavens.

Rovvigen tucks a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds into one of the large pouches lining the inside of his red silk overcoat.

Enestrie hangs a white pearl chaplet around her neck.

Cerridween puckers up and blows a kiss at an uncut diamond in her hand.

Enestrie smiles.

Goldstr removes a plump white souvenir sack from in his spidersilk cloak.

Flimbo picks up a dented tin tip cup.

Flimbo put a dented tin tip cup in his spidersilk cloak.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Now one at a time please place this diamond on the altar
Please ay attention to the message as you do for you will be the only one able to see it"

Enestrie nods.

Mikalmas sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Chemaine removes an uncut diamond from in her white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"As you place this uncut diamond on the altar it will be your gift to Lorminstra"

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "And if Lorminstra comes out, then there will be six more weeks of summer!"

Enestrie grins at Flimbo.

Chemaine sets the diamond upon the altar, and smoky trails of white light begin to pour forth from its heart, wrapping about her and completely obscuring her vision. As the wisps of pure white hue enshroud her, Chemaine stares fixedly at the gem as it disappears, then gazes blankly into the distance.

Suddenly a bright flash of light comes from Chemaine's hand!

Cerridween gives Flimbo a rather puzzled look.

Aveyln glances at Flimbo.

Rovvigen beams happily at Chemaine!

Flimbo grabs one end of his gold boa and waves it energetically, its feathers fluttering in a sensuous dance.

Chemaine hums a seemingly random tune.

Cerridween gazes in awe at Chemaine.

Chemaine quietly says, "Is lovely."

Cerridween glances between Chemaine and an uncut diamond.

Cerridween bites her lip.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"If you did not get a blessed Artifact I will pass around the jar of diamonds some more"

Cerridween sets the diamond upon the altar, and smoky trails of white light begin to pour forth from its heart, wrapping about her and completely obscuring her vision. As the wisps of pure white hue enshroud her, Cerridween stares fixedly at the gem as it disappears, then gazes blankly into the distance.

Suddenly a bright flash of light comes from Cerridween's hand!

Goldstr sets his diamond on the altar, and its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart.

Goldstr gazes intently at the uncut diamond for several moments, then blinks as it fades out of sight.

A chilly draft wafts into the room, swirling about in a column of cold air. Suddenly, a tiny snowflake drifts down from somewhere and lands on the altar, melting within seconds of contact.

Flimbo skips in a circle around you.

Flimbo sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Flimbo gasps.

Goldstr exclaims, "Wow!"

Cerridween reverently says, "Goodness.."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"The artifact given in return will be a brilliant white diamond"

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "Lorminstra stole my diamond! Summer is over!"

Speaking quietly to Flimbo, Chemaine says, "Means ya be evil."

Aveyln sets his diamond on the altar, and its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart.

Aveyln gazes intently at the uncut diamond for several moments, then blinks as it fades out of sight.

Chemaine put a brilliant white diamond in her white souvenir sack.

Speaking shrilly to Chemaine, Flimbo says, "I'm definitely not evil! I'm super good! I punch -all- the ghosts."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Has everyone had a chance to place diamond on the altar?"

Goldstr nods.

Cerridween glances at Aveyln.

Cerridween frowns.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Now who here did not recieve an artifact"

Aveyln glances at Cerridween.

Flimbo raises his hand.

Aveyln appears less confident.

Goldstr raises his hand.

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Cerridween suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.

Aveyln raises his hand.

Enestrie softly says, "Keep these diamonds and use them as reminders of the hope we have in Lorminstra they will fortify your mind and spirit on the upcoming journey."

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "It's like her big deed scheme for individual advancement all over again!"

Rovvigen grabs a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds from one of the large pouches lining the inside of his red silk overcoat.

Cerridween put a brilliant white diamond in her white souvenir sack.

Rovvigen softly says, "Jar is coming around again."

Rovvigen nods.

Enestrie softly says, "Once you have received them."

Cerridween becomes solid again.

Rovvigen offers Goldstr a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Flimbo's grumpy kobold hand-puppet puffs out its little chest and straightens its shoulders.

Goldstr accepts Rovvigen's short glass jar.

Goldstr put a plump white souvenir sack in his spidersilk cloak.

Flimbo returns to normal color.

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Rovvigen softly says, "Please pass it to those who have not recieved an artifact."

Enestrie smiles.

Goldstr offers Rovvigen a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Chemaine quietly says, "Oh, i have one."

Rovvigen points at Aveyln.

As you set the diamond upon the altar, its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart. As you gaze into its depths, your vision is overwhelmed by several scenes...

The morning sun rises onto the blooming spring morning...
Lush forest surrounds you as summer reaches its peak...
Dark-hued leaves fall gently onto the cold sparse ground...
Ice encases everything in a frozen land of winter...
The morning sun rises onto the blooming spring morning...

As each recurring vision flashes past you, you get a sense of a neverending, peaceful cycle. In an instant, they are gone, and you notice that your offering has also disappeared.
Enestrie smiles at you.

You softly say, "Lorminstra is not happy I only died 6 times this week."

You chuckle.

Aveyln turns to face Goldstr.

You raise your fist in a display of defiance.

Enestrie adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie softly says, "Aye."

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

You softly say, "But I died fighting for Teras when they were invaded, that should count for something."

You chuckle.

Flimbo looks thoughtfully at you.

Cerridween grins at you.

Enestrie softly says, "And I can vouch for your heroic efforts."

Enestrie smiles at you.

Flimbo turns to you and cheers!

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Goldstr offers Aveyln a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Speaking shrilly to you, Flimbo exclaims, "Ten years good luck in the Great Kobold's graces!"

Rovvigen softly asks, "Who has diamond jar?"

You chuckle.

Aveyln accepts Goldstr's short glass jar.

Lifting its beak, a cloisonne turtle dove coos a slow sad lament before falling silent.

Aveyln gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Aveyln offers Rovvigen a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Goldstr points at Aveyln.

Rovvigen accepts Aveyln's short glass jar.

Speaking melodically to Goldstr, Aveyln exclaims, "Not I!"

Aveyln grins.

Rovvigen softly says, "Now again place diamond on altar."

Enestrie nods.

Cerridween places one hand on her golden heart locket, curling her fingers protectively around it. After a moment, her hand drops, a look of disappointment on her face.

Aveyln turns to face a black marble altar.

Aveyln kneels down.

Goldstr sets his diamond on the altar, and its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart.

Goldstr gazes intently at the uncut diamond for several moments, then blinks as it fades out of sight.

Aveyln continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Rovvigen offers Goldstr a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Aveyln sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Goldstr says, "Verra nice."

Speaking softly to Goldstr, you ask, "You too, huh?"

You chuckle.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "Oh! oh! I'll be right back!"

Flimbo just skipped merrily out.

You glance out.

Goldstr asks, "Again? 3?"

Rovvigen softly says, "No one is leaving here without and artifact."

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

Enestrie adopts an agreeable expression.

Aveyln gasps.

Goldstr accepts Rovvigen's short glass jar.

Enestrie softly asks, "May I try again Rovvi?"

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Flimbo just skipped merrily in.

Speaking melodically to Rovvigen, Aveyln asks, "So its to be a kidnapping is it?"

Flimbo joins Rovvigen's group.

Aveyln grins at Rovvigen.

Speaking softly to Enestrie, Rovvigen says, "Of course."

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

Goldstr offers Rovvigen a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie reaches out and touches her gold key symbol.

Rovvigen accepts Goldstr's short glass jar.

Rovvigen offers Enestrie a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

You softly say, "I will need another also, when the jar is free."

Enestrie accepts Rovvigen's short glass jar.

Aveyln stands up.

Flimbo removes a snow white bodice from in his spidersilk cloak.

Enestrie gives her jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into her hand.

Flimbo offers Goldstr a snow white bodice.

Goldstr asks, "We keep puttin em on altar?"

Rovvigen nods at Goldstr.

Enestrie smiles at Goldstr.

You nod at Goldstr.

Goldstr sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Cerridween rubs her banded onyx key symbol.

Cerridween grins.

As you set the diamond upon the altar, its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart. As you gaze into its depths, your vision is overwhelmed by several scenes...

The morning sun rises onto the blooming spring morning...
Lush forest surrounds you as summer reaches its peak...
Dark-hued leaves fall gently onto the cold sparse ground...
Ice encases everything in a frozen land of winter...
The morning sun rises onto the blooming spring morning...

As each recurring vision flashes past you, you get a sense of a neverending, peaceful cycle. In an instant, they are gone, and you notice that your offering has also disappeared.

Rovvigen softly says, "I have extra diamonds dont worry."

You stamp your feet.

Enestrie kneels down.

You gaze heavenward.

Enestrie sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as she stares at something unseen.

Goldstr relaxes and no longer maintains the Shield Riposte Stance.

Goldstr says, "Different vision that time."

You softly ask, "Woman! Our deeds are not enough?"

Enestrie sighs.

Speaking shrilly to you, Flimbo exclaims, "She really doesn't like you!"

Cerridween looks thoughtfully at you.

Speaking to you, Cerridween says, "I have an idea."

Rovvigen softly asks, "Who here has not recieved a brilliant white diamond?"

Speaking shrilly to you, Flimbo exclaims, "You heal too many people probably! Lorminstra likes it when people die so that they buy more deeds!"

Aveyln raises his hand.

Cerridween rummages through a shadowy obsidian silk cloak trimmed with raven feathers, pausing once in a while and then quickly resuming the search.

Speaking softly to Flimbo, you say, "Probably because when I die, I tend to curse a great deal."

Goldstr raises his hand.

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

Enestrie softly says, "Perhaps I shoud try to link us again."

Cerridween removes a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol from in her obsidian silk cloak.

You wiggle your ears at Flimbo.

Rovvigen offers Aveyln a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Aveyln accepts Rovvigen's short glass jar.

Flimbo put a snow white bodice in his spidersilk cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "Keep jar until you get one."

Flimbo agrees with Enestrie.

Aveyln gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Rovvigen nods at Enestrie.

Aveyln offers Rovvigen a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Speaking to you, Cerridween says, "Place this around your neck and CHANT to it. See if Lorminstra hears you."

Cerridween offers you a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Enestrie softly says, "Here we go."

You accept Cerridween's offer and are now holding a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol.

Rovvigen accepts Aveyln's short glass jar.

Goldstr asks, "Does the altar give th brilliant one?"

Enestrie softly says, "Lets all gather around the altar."

Enestrie softly says, "Yes."

Flimbo removes some chambray pants from in his spidersilk cloak.

Rovvigen nods at Goldstr.

Enestrie nods at Goldstr.

Aveyln sets the diamond upon the altar, and smoky trails of white light begin to pour forth from its heart, wrapping about his and completely obscuring his vision. As the wisps of pure white hue enshroud him, Aveyln stares
fixedly at the gem as it disappears, then gazes blankly into the distance.

Suddenly a bright flash of light comes from Aveyln's hand!

You chuckle.

Aveyln kneels before the altar to recite his prayers.

Rovvigen turns to Aveyln and cheers!

Flimbo seems to lose some dexterity.

Enestrie softly says, "Gather and we will try to pray again."

Rovvigen offers Goldstr a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Goldstr walks toward Enestrie.

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

Flimbo skips over to Enestrie merrily.

You hang a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol around your neck.

Enestrie raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...

Enestrie gestures.

Enestrie falls into a deep trancelike state while muttering softly, the exact words you cannot discern. After a few silent moments, Enestrie calmly opens her eyes.

You chant a reverent orison and lightly clasp your banded onyx key symbol. A rush of divine power washes over you. Your symbol pulses once and you feel the eternal watchfulness of Lorminstra staring through your eyes.

Flimbo put some chambray pants in his spidersilk cloak.

Flimbo removes a small white marble shrine from in his spidersilk cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "Keep jar gold until you recieve an artifact."

Flimbo tinkers with his white marble shrine.

Cerridween beams happily at you!

Flimbo reverently sets his white marble shrine on the floor.

You remove a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol from around your neck.

Flimbo kneels down.

Rovvigen points at Goldstr.

Goldstr accepts Rovvigen's short glass jar.

Cerridween has accepted your offer and is now holding a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol.

Enestrie softly says, "Our Lady Lorminstra, daughter of Koar, gate keeper for free souls, we come to you now to ask your favor and your guidance for each one of these pilgrims."

Cerridween put a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol in her obsidian silk cloak.

Flimbo places his hands over the top of a small white marble shrine. He then looks up and zealously recites several words of verse.

You softly say, "Perhaps she and Imaera had a falling out."

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Enestrie softly says, "Let your divine light shine on them. Let your hand guard their souls from harm."

The brilliant aura fades away from Cerridween.

The divine power suffusing your actions wanes, leaving you bereft of Lorminstra's aid.

Goldstr sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Aveyln gazes in awe at a brilliant white diamond in his hand.

Enestrie softly says, "Guide them--show them how to unlock the gates of history and shine your ray of knowledge for them so that they can pursue this cause of enlightenment, justice, and truth."

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Enestrie softly says, "Blessed be all that seek that which is lost, that which is forgotten in their quest."

Flimbo places his hands on a small white marble shrine, lacing his fingers through each other as he prays with vehemence.

Goldstr sets his diamond on the altar, and its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart.

Goldstr gazes intently at the uncut diamond for several moments, then blinks as it fades out of sight.

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Enestrie clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Cerridween kneels down.

Goldstr sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Cerridween chants a reverent orison and lightly clasps her banded onyx key symbol. A rush of golden light flows out of her symbol, attaching itself to her like a second skin of infinite points of light.

You rub Goldstr gently.

Enestrie gazes heavenward.

Speaking softly to Goldstr, Rovvigen says, "Keep trying."

You lean back slightly, fanning your face with your hand as you look down at your skirt, your thoughts drifting of their own accord.

Enestrie continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

You softly say, "Warm here."

Goldstr asks, "I donna die often, maybe she mad?"

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

The shade of Cerridween's skin changes, as if some light has gone out of her.

Goldstr sets his diamond on the altar, and its core begins to pulse with a bright white glow, the rapid flashing remniscent of a quickly-beating heart.

Goldstr gazes intently at the uncut diamond for several moments, then blinks as it fades out of sight.

Enestrie softly says, "No, it is just that she requires the offering perhaps."

Enestrie nods.

Flimbo picks up a small white marble shrine.

Flimbo stands up.

Flimbo put a small white marble shrine in his spidersilk cloak.

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Enestrie just opened an elegant golden satchel.

Flimbo grabs one end of his gold boa and waves it energetically, its feathers fluttering in a sensuous dance.

Goldstr sets the diamond on the altar and it disappears soon after as he stares at something unseen.

Enestrie removes a plump white souvenir sack from in her golden satchel.

Rovvigen softly says, "Yes these are gifts to our Lady Lorminstra."

Enestrie just closed an elegant golden satchel.

Goldstr gives his jar a hard shake, causing an uncut diamond to fall into his hand.

Goldstr sets the diamond upon the altar, and smoky trails of white light begin to pour forth from its heart, wrapping about his and completely obscuring his vision. As the wisps of pure white hue enshroud him, Goldstr stares
fixedly at the gem as it disappears, then gazes blankly into the distance.

Suddenly a bright flash of light comes from Goldstr's hand!

Speaking melodically to Goldstr, Aveyln asks, "Your dedication and persistance is being tested perhaps?"

Enestrie softly says, "Here is what the diamond will look like."

Rovvigen turns to Goldstr and cheers!

Enestrie just opened a plump white souvenir sack.

Cerridween grins at Goldstr.

Enestrie removes a brilliant white diamond from in her white souvenir sack.

Goldstr beams!

Enestrie shows you a brilliant white diamond, which she is holding in her left hand. You see nothing unusual.

You nod at Enestrie.

Enestrie shows Cerridween her white diamond.

Goldstr offers Enestrie a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie shows Goldstr her white diamond.

Enestrie declines Goldstr's offer.

You hold your palm out toward Goldstr, looking for a handout.

Enestrie shows Flimbo her white diamond.

Goldstr offers Rovvigen a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Enestrie shows Aveyln her white diamond.

Flimbo put a brilliant white diamond in his white souvenir sack.

Enestrie shows Mikalmas her white diamond.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I think everyone has receieved a blessed artifact?"

Flimbo removes a fur-lined viper skin hat from in his spidersilk cloak.

Rovvigen accepts Goldstr's short glass jar.

Enestrie put a brilliant white diamond in her white souvenir sack.

Cerridween removes a brilliant white diamond from in her white souvenir sack.

Flimbo offers Goldstr a fur-lined viper skin hat.

Enestrie just closed a plump white souvenir sack.

Enestrie just opened an elegant golden satchel.

Goldstr removes a plump white souvenir sack from in his spidersilk cloak.

Aveyln put a brilliant white diamond in his white souvenir sack.

Aveyln just closed a plump white souvenir sack.

Goldstr raises his white diamond skyward!

Enestrie put a plump white souvenir sack in her golden satchel.

Enestrie just closed an elegant golden satchel.

Enestrie beams!

Enestrie stands up.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, you ask, "Are there some left in the jar?"

Goldstr put a brilliant white diamond in his white souvenir sack.

Aveyln stands up.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"This brilliant white diamond will serve as a sign of spiritual growth and knowledge"

You softly say, "If not, I can go get my jar."

Cerridween gazes in awe at a brilliant white diamond in her hand.

Rovvigen offers you a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

You set the diamond upon the altar, and smoky trails of white light begin to pour forth from its heart, wrapping about you and completely obscuring your vision. As the wisps of pure white hue enshroud you, you begin to see the
faint forms of souls, their number innumerable as they swirl past you. As you watch transfixed, you see the whirling column of spirits slowly ascending to a gate blacker than a starless night, and an overwhelming sense of
peace passes over you as each soul drifts through them.

Suddenly a feeling of deep resolution not your own makes itself known in your mind, as if this endless cycle of life and death must never be interrupted or meddled with in any fashion. As soon as it came, the visions and
feelings pass away as a somber sigh echoes through your mind.

You feel a slight weight in your hand.

Enestrie softly says, "Remember to get deeds before the journey."

You glance down to see a brilliant white diamond in your right hand and a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds in your left hand.

Flimbo turns to you and cheers!

Enestrie softly asks, "And is there anyone here that does not have at least one chrism?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"From each Guild in the different cities we will gain a blessed artifact as we journey on"

Rovvigen has accepted your offer and is now holding a gold-banded short glass jar containing uncut diamonds.

Speaking softly to Cerridween, you say, "Thank you, it seemed to work."

Cerridween's face turns slightly pale.

Cerridween says, "That's what I forgot to do."

Flimbo put a fur-lined viper skin hat in his spidersilk cloak.

Enestrie turns to face Cerridween.

Cerridween smiles at you.

Cerridween blushes a light pink shade at Enestrie.

Speaking softly to Cerridween, Enestrie asks, "What did you forget?"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Does anyone have any questions about this Pilgrimage?"

Enestrie smiles at Cerridween.

Chemaine shakes her head.

Cerridween says, "You reminded me that I exhausted my personal stash of chrisms and was going to need to raid the family locker."

Cerridween shows Enestrie her scrollwork emblem.

Cerridween blushes a bright light pink to the tops of her ears.

Enestrie nods at Cerridween.

Goldstr says, "No question, a verra winderful ting."

The very powerful look leaves you.

The white light leaves you.

Enestrie softly says, "I have one to get you started."

Enestrie just opened an elegant golden satchel.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Next month we will journey to Rivers Rest Shrine"

Enestrie removes a sovyn-incised diamond from in her golden satchel.

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie offers Cerridween a sovyn-incised diamond.

Cerridween beams happily at Enestrie!

Enestrie just closed an elegant golden satchel.

Cerridween put a brilliant white diamond in her white souvenir sack.

Cerridween accepts Enestrie's diamond.

Cerridween hugs Enestrie, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Cerridween stands up.

Enestrie softly asks, "Anyone else without a chrism?"

Enestrie gives Cerridween a friendly hug.

Cerridween takes off an intricate scrollwork emblem.

Goldstr put a plump white souvenir sack in his spidersilk cloak.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "Even Rivers need a rest sometimes!"

Rovvigen recites softly:

"We will learn about Aeia and see what blessed artifact she has in store for us"

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "They're always running!"

An iridescent glow radiates from the emblem as Cerridween seats a sovyn-incised diamond into her scrollwork emblem's bezel setting.

Enestrie giggles at Flimbo.

A chilly draft wafts into the room, swirling about in a column of cold air. Suddenly, a tiny snowflake drifts down from somewhere and lands on the altar, melting within seconds of contact.

Cerridween sighs happily.

Cerridween shows Enestrie her scrollwork emblem.

Cerridween puts on an intricate scrollwork emblem.

Enestrie softly says, "Ah."

Enestrie softly says, "Lovely."

Speaking to Enestrie, Cerridween says, "Thank you."

Goldstr says, "I looks forward to dat."

Enestrie smiles at Cerridween.

Rovvigen beams happily at Goldstr!

Speaking softly to Cerridween, Enestrie says, "Most welcome."

Your intensity subsides.

Your heart staggers briefly before slowing to a more regular speed. Dark red droplets seep out of your skin and evaporate as the influence of Troll's Blood leaves you.

Rovvigen softly says, "The month following will be on Tears."

Rovvigen softly says, "Teras."

Rovvigen blushes a glowing shade of red.

Aveyln melodically says, "Tears of ash."

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie grins at Rovvigen.

Aveyln melodically says, "On Teras."

Speaking quietly to Enestrie, Chemaine says, "Well done hon, thank you."

Goldstr adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie nods.

Cerridween bounces up and down, dislodging a storm of ashen clumps from her clothing.

Chemaine hugs Enestrie, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Enestrie nods at Aveyln.

Chemaine gives Enestrie a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Rovvigen softly says, "Dont worry though we have a friend with a private boat we will journey to those lands on."

Enestrie gives Chemaine a friendly hug.

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

Goldstr lets out a cheer!

Speaking melodically to Rovvigen, Aveyln says, "That sounds most interesting in itself."

Rovvigen recites softly:

"I want to Thank everyone for joining us tonight on this Pilgrimage"

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"And look forward to seeing everyone in the second leg of our journey"

Goldstr says, "I tanks ye fine folks fer havin us."

Goldstr bows.

Speaking quietly to Rovvigen, Chemaine says, "Thanks."

Enestrie clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rovvigen softly says, "Of course."

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "Remember to buy deeds or Lorminstra will come and find you and kill you and send you to the demonic!"

Rovvigen softly asks, "Anyone have questions about the Sphere and Scythe?"

Enestrie giggles at Flimbo.

Rovvigen agrees with Enestrie.

Enestrie looks over at Flimbo and shakes her head.

Goldstr says, "I neveh walks bout wid less den 20 deeds."

Enestrie nods at Goldstr.

Speaking shrilly to Enestrie, Flimbo says, "It's a widely believed -fact-"

Rovvigen agrees with Goldstr.

Enestrie glances at Flimbo and folds her arms over her chest.

Enestrie shakes her head at Flimbo and clucks her tongue.

Speaking quietly to Goldstr, Chemaine says, "I am lucky to have 10."

Flimbo skips in a circle around Enestrie.

Flimbo holds one end of his gold boa in each hand and yanks it taut, striking a dramatic pose.

Aveyln nods at Rovvigen.

Enestrie grins at Flimbo.

Goldstr says, "In fack all me bugs gets me deeds."

Cerridween bows her head slightly toward Enestrie as she drops into a deep respectful curtsy before her.

Speaking softly to Flimbo, you tease, "I believe Lorminstra would be quite pleased with you, Flimbo, if you were to sacrifice yourself this night in her name."

Enestrie glances at Cerridween and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Speaking to Enestrie, Cerridween says, "Thank you for leading us on this leg of our pilgrimage."

Enestrie grins at you.

Goldstr starts chuckling at you!

Enestrie nods at Cerridween.

Enestrie softly says, "I am honored."

Enestrie smiles.

Speaking wickedly to Flimbo, you say, "Allow me to help you with that..."

You unsheathe the butcher knife from one of the narrow scabbards along the side of your grey wolf fur satchel.

Speaking shrilly to you, Flimbo exclaims, "She would! She would! She's all about sacrifices! I heard! It's a whole big deed scheme for individual advancement!"

You grin wickedly at Flimbo.

Enestrie gawks at you.

Enestrie shakes her head at you and clucks her tongue.

Rovvigen recites softly:

"Yes please give High Lady Enestrie a round of applauds for tonight"

Rovvigen bows to Enestrie.

You duck your head.

Goldstr applauds.

You grumble to yourself.

Enestrie glances at Rovvigen and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "But my only sacrifices are for the Great Kobold!"

You wipe off the blade and sheathe the butcher knife into one of the narrow scabbards along the side of your grey wolf fur satchel.

Enestrie grins at you.

Chemaine applauds Enestrie.

Goldstr applauds Enestrie.

Enestrie rubs you gently.

Aveyln turns to Enestrie and cheers!

Rovvigen nods at Aveyln.

The silvery luminescence fades from around Chemaine.

Flimbo applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

Speaking softly to you, Enestrie asks, "Another area of the lands, perhaps?"

Enestrie smiles at you.

Enestrie softly says, "I know killing goes on somewhere.........."

Enestrie glances at you.

Speaking softly to Enestrie, you say, "You did a spectacular job of ensuring Lorminstra found favor in us all. Thank you for your help."

Enestrie softly says, "Thank you all."

You chuckle.

Rovvigen softly says, "Any other questions for Enestrie tonight about Lorminstra."

Enestrie grins at you.

Speaking softly to you, Enestrie says, "Thank you dear."

Aveyln ponders.

Enestrie smiles at Aveyln.

Speaking melodically to Enestrie, Aveyln says, "Thank you for sharing your wisdom and knowledge with us this eve."

Goldstr asks, "Do one a da shrines respect me Lord Kai?"

The diamond eyes of Lorminstra's statue sparkle slightly as the candlelight flares up for a moment.

Aveyln bows to Enestrie.

Enestrie glances at Aveyln and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Deep blue motes swirl away from Chemaine and fade.

Enestrie softly says, "Welcome, it is my honor."

Cerridween whispers something to Enestrie.

Enestrie gazes respectfully at an ivory Lorminstra statue.

Cerridween removes a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol from in her obsidian silk cloak.

Rovvigen softly says, "No Kai shrines that offer blessed artifacts."

Cerridween offers Enestrie a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol.

Enestrie beams happily at Cerridween!

Goldstr nods.

Enestrie accepts Cerridween's banded onyx key symbol.

Goldstr says, "Unnerstood."

Goldstr nods.

Rovvigen softly says, "But there are shrines that are devoute to Kai."

Goldstr beams!

Cerridween smiles at Enestrie.

Enestrie gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

Goldstr shows Rovvigen his granite tear.

Enestrie softly says, "It is beautiful."

Enestrie smiles at Cerridween.

Goldstr shows Enestrie his granite tear.

Chemaine seems to lose some dexterity.

Enestrie smiles at Goldstr.

Rovvigen softly says, "Yes very Beautiful."

Rovvigen nods at Goldstr.

Speaking softly to Goldstr, Enestrie says, "Lovely Kai symbol."

Enestrie nods at Goldstr.

Enestrie put a gold-traced banded onyx key symbol in her pristine white vestment.

Speaking to Enestrie, Cerridween says, "I know that he would want you to have it, as a sign of Lorminstra's blessing."

Enestrie nods at Cerridween.

Speaking softly to Cerridween, Enestrie says, "I met a cleric who shared that he was on a pilgrimage."

Enestrie softly says, "It has been a little while ago."

Cerridween grins slowly.

Cerridween shows Enestrie her golden heart locket.

Cerridween removes a Lord Ryndith portrait from in her obsidian silk cloak.

Enestrie softly says, "He gave me a couple of those symbols."

Cerridween shows Enestrie her Ryndith portrait.

Enestrie beams!

Enestrie softly exclaims, "That is him!"

Goldstr says, "Was verra good time an I mus be off. Duty calls soon."

Cerridween beams happily at Enestrie!

Goldstr bows.

Goldstr waves.

Cerridween put a Lord Ryndith portrait in her obsidian silk cloak.

Speaking softly to Goldstr, you say, "Have a good evening."

Goldstr just went out.

Rovvigen softly says, "Thanks again everyone."

Speaking softly to Cerridween, Enestrie says, "He gave me two symbols, and I gave them both away."

Enestrie giggles at Cerridween.

Cerridween grins at Enestrie.

Chemaine's butterfly tattoo suddenly emerges from underneath her rose gold hip-chain and disappears behind the smooth glaes armband covering her arm.

Aveyln agrees with Rovvigen.

Your ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a glimmering silver earring affixed with an iridescent azure butterfly saewehna remains.

Enestrie softly says, "We agreed I would give one away, but I found two that were interested, so I gave them away."

Enestrie softly says, "So now,"

Enestrie softly says, "I have my very own symbol from you."

Enestrie gives Cerridween a friendly hug.

Rovvigen softly says, "We shall meet again."

You offer your black rings to Enestrie, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Enestrie pouts.

Rovvigen softly says, "To continue our Sacred Pilgrimage."

Rovvigen beams!

Aveyln smiles.

Cerridween grins at Enestrie.

Enestrie beams happily at you!

Chemaine adopts an agreeable expression.

Enestrie has accepted your offer and is now holding some twisted black rings etched with Lorminstran symbols.

Enestrie softly says, "Oh."

Enestrie slides her rings through some tiny puncture wounds in her ears.

Enestrie gasps.

Speaking to Enestrie, Cerridween says, "Although Ryndith was not able to join us here today, I will be sharing what I've learned of this shrine with him. I know it will delight him greatly."

You nod approvingly at Enestrie.

Cerridween rubs her dark crystal anklet, causing darkness to stream across its surface briefly.

Cerridween gets an odd look on her face.

Speaking softly to Enestrie, you say, "Perfect."

A chilly draft wafts into the room, swirling about in a column of cold air. Suddenly, a tiny snowflake drifts down from somewhere and lands on the altar, melting within seconds of contact.

Enestrie gives Cerridween a friendly hug.

Rovvigen softly says, "Everyone have safe travels home."

Speaking softly to Cerridween, Enestrie says, "Do that and give him my regards."

Cerridween grins at Rovvigen.

Enestrie gives you a friendly hug, and you detect the faint scent of white musk, with notes of angelica, sage, and jasmine around her.

Speaking softly to Enestrie, Rovvigen says, "Thanks again for the information."

Rovvigen hugs Enestrie, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

You put a plump white souvenir sack in your medic's kit.

You smile at Enestrie.

Enestrie glances at Rovvigen and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.

Rovvigen nods at Enestrie.

Rovvigen beams happily at Enestrie!

Enestrie gives you a friendly hug.

Enestrie smooches you on the cheek.

Cerridween just closed a plump white souvenir sack.

Cerridween removes a plump white souvenir sack from her belt.

Enestrie softly says, "Thank you all."

Cerridween put a plump white souvenir sack in her obsidian silk cloak.

Cerridween reaches for the orange tabby kitten, but backs away warily when it smacks her hand away with its outstretched paw.

Rovvigen bows to Enestrie.

Cerridween removes a mithril-reinforced tanned leather kit from in her obsidian silk cloak.

Cerridween reaches down and carefully attaches her tanned leather kit to her belt.

Aveyln bows.

With a flick of her wrist, Cerridween releases the clasp on her tanned leather kit and it snaps open.

Aveyln smiles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Everyone be safe."

Rovvigen nods at Enestrie.

Chemaine hugs Rovvigen.

Enestrie nods at Rovvigen.

Chemaine hugs Enestrie, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Enestrie gives Chemaine a friendly hug.

Rovvigen hugs Chemaine.

Chemaine hugs Mikalmas.

Enestrie smooches Chemaine on the cheek.

Rovvigen hugs Enestrie, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Enestrie gives Cerridween a friendly hug.

Enestrie hugs Rovvigen.

Rovvigen hugs Aveyln.

Chemaine quietly says, "Time to hunt methinks."

Enestrie hugs Flimbo.

Cerridween hugs Enestrie, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Speaking quietly to Enestrie, Chemaine exclaims, "So get home soon!"

Enestrie hugs Aveyln.

Chemaine giggles.

Cerridween says, "Time to brew another potion or twenty."

Speaking melodically to Flimbo, Aveyln asks, "Is there a shrine to the great kobold where with the proper offering you are set aflame?"

Enestrie softly exclaims, "I am!"

Enestrie giggles.

Rovvigen cackles at Chemaine!

Enestrie dances around the room to music only she can hear.

Enestrie waves.

Cerridween flashes a quick grin.

Chemaine waves.

High Lady Enestrie just went out.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "Yeah!"

Speaking softly to Aveyln, you say, "I can arrange this..."

Mistress Chemaine just went out.

Rovvigen laughs at Aveyln!

You grin sheepishly.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "It's in the chief's hut at the Kobold village!"

Aveyln nods.

Speaking melodically to Flimbo, Aveyln says, "Perhaps you will have an opportunity to demonstrate during our journey."

Aveyln bows to Flimbo.

Flimbo blushes a nice shade of light pink.

You give Rovvigen a friendly hug.

You hug Mikalmas, stirring the scent of wisteria and calla lily over white sandalwood, rose attar, and frankincense from his skin, who wraps you in a warm embrace.

You softly say, "Wonderful event, boys."

Flimbo shrilly says, "Oh you can't do that sort of thing in front of ladies."

Flimbo shrilly says, "It's a very private experience."

Aveyln melodically says, "A good night to you all. May the winds be at your back."

Aveyln kneels before the altar to recite his prayers.

Aveyln chants a short but reverent orison, asking for the blessing of the winds.

Mikalmas grins.

Flimbo shrilly exclaims, "But I could maybe even take us there and show everybody how it works!"

Aveyln stands up.

Aveyln adopts an agreeable expression.

Cerridween grins at Aveyln.

Speaking to Aveyln, Cerridween says, "Wind beneath your wings."

Cerridween bows her head slightly toward Aveyln as she drops into a deep respectful curtsy before him.

Aveyln smiles at Cerridween.

Rovvigen beams happily at you!

Aveyln bows to Cerridween.

Aveyln just went out.
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==5124 Pilgrimages==

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| Shrine of Aeia
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|''This log is from Rovvigen's viewpoint.''

Prolog:

In the ever changing lands of Elanthia, a wise and experienced group of Seers have embarked on a remarkable journey towards enlightenment and self-discovery. Their path has proven to be transformative, offering closure to those in search of answers, while simultaneously igniting a thirst for knowledge in others. Through their teachings, these Seers have not only provided guidance on matters of faith, discovery, training, and finances, but they have also instilled a profound sense of purpose and self-worth in countless individuals.

In the year 5116 of the Jastatos era, the esteemed Order of the Sphere and Scythe's Seers found themselves compelled to engage in deep introspection rather than their usual practice of divination. They understood that without taking the time to reflect, they could never truly fulfill their destined roles. Thus, from the month of Lumnea in 5117 to Charlatos in 5118, this wise group of Seers embarked on a series of Sacred Pilgrimages across the vast lands of Elanthia, visiting revered temples along their spiritual journey.

As they embarked on each new journey, they found themselves inching closer to unraveling the mystery behind why they had been selected to share their unconventional talents with the world. By presenting unique offerings at sacred temples along the way, they were granted a special blessing in return. These blessings played a crucial role in helping them discover their ultimate purpose and true destiny. This is the invaluable experience that WE, the Order, aim to offer YOU, the people of Elanthia, once more.

Embark on an extraordinary adventure with The Order of the Sphere and Scythe as we traverse through the enchanting lands of Elanthia. Commencing in the month of May, we will set out on a series of expeditions to visit the revered sites that hold great significance, with each destination being explored every alternate month.

First destination below:
The Sacred Pilgrimages across Elanthia have commenced as the Order of the Sphere and Scythe embarks on their journey. Aeia will be their chosen destination for this leg of the odyssey, where they will seek self-discovery and hunt for blessed artifacts. Joining them on Thursday, May 16th at 7pm in River's Rest, Town Commons, will be the esteemed guest speaker, Lightkeeper Kayse Thaellian, adding an extra touch of wisdom and insight to the gathering.

Start of a Sacred Journey:

You recite softly:
"This evening holds a profound significance for our order, The Sphere and Scythe, as we find ourselves embarking on a momentous journey once again. It is a night that carries with it a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of a past era, specifically the year of 5117."

Tilting its head, a leucistic red-tailed hawk whistles a few soft crooning cries for a moment before falling silent.

Kayse notes, "Good year."

You nod in agreement at Kayse.

You softly say, "Busy year infact."

Sullvane asks, "Heavens, that was seven years ago already?"

You softly say, "Indeed it was."

You recite softly:
"In this period, we unearthed our authentic selves and mission. We are honored that each of you have chosen to come along on this transformative voyage with us, hoping that you too can uncover your true self and purpose through our shared experiences."

Sullvane shakes his head.

Ntinly squeakily says, "Will be good ta learns of it. Ma family was pushed underground ere in da Rest rounds 5103 an didn return to da surface til 5023 er so."

You grin at Ntinly.

You recite softly:
"Occasionally, it becomes crucial to pause and step back from the chaotic events occurring in Elanthia, allowing us to reconnect with ourselves and realign our focus on personal objectives, as well as extending a helping hand to those in our community."

You recite softly:
"Over the course of a year, we will embark on a journey that will take us to various towns, with each visit occurring every other month.
Legend has it that within each town, there exists a Sacred spot where individuals can connect with a particular deity and be bestowed with a special gift. Yet, this gift does not come without a price.
A blessing must be offered in return to obtain this significant artifact."

Ntinly squeakily asks, "WE gotsa sacrifice a halflin?"

Ntinly peers quizzically at you.

Sullvane says, "Oh? You had my attention, now you have my interest."

Dirvy wags one finger at Ntinly in a no-no-no gesture.

You softly say, "Heavens I hope not."

You recite softly:
"This evening, we have assembled in Rivers Rest for a very specific reason. Rumors have been circulating that one of the Sacred spots is hidden somewhere within the confines of this town.
Luckily, we are equipped with a precise map that will guide you straight to the specific location you are looking for."

Whisp asks, "I just stripped off 500 pounds of junk to wear a sundress and now I am going to need something?"

Behavin fidgets, glancing at you.

Sullvane amusedly exclaims, "Well! Isn't that handy!"

You gaze intently at your parchment map, tracing various routes with your finger.

Speaking to Whisp, Wonkus exclaims, "That just means it's summer for girls, because you got no pockets. You should wear a cape!"

You recite softly:
"Join me as we venture to this location to kick off the evening's festivities. It is essential that you stay by my side throughout the night to ensure we have a memorable experience together. Let's embark on this journey together and make the most of the evening ahead."

Ntinly squeakily says, "Aas Dwi would says, 'Stay wif da tour!'."

Ntinly giggles.

You recite softly:
"We have an honored guest here tonight and they will lead us to another location for their speech if that is ok then we will venture to the Sacred space"

You smile at Kayse.

Speaking softly to you, Dirvy asks, "Will the followers need their weapons and magickal defenses on the way to this sacred place?"

Ntinly squeakily exclaims, "Da Sacred space better nae be ma secret brinery where I keeps all ma pickles!"

You softly say, "We will not need any weapons as this is not dangerous."

Speaking to Dirvy, Wonkus exclaims, "Baaawwk buhcawk!"

Speaking to Dirvy, Wonkus exclaims, "More people getting hurt seems like a boon for you!"

Kayse mentions, "We are lucky to have two shrines in River's Rest dedicated to Aeia. We will visit the one in the citadel first."

Dirvy gives a sidelong glance at Wonkus.

Kayse asks, "Shall we?"

Speech on Aeia:

Light Keeper Kayse takes the group to the beautiful Citadel, Garden

[Citadel, Gardens]
Lined with tile, a large pool rests in the center of the citadel's garden. A statue carved in the likeness of Aeia, a local goddess of the earth, stands in the middle of the pool. The water that feeds the pool seeps forth from the base of the statue.

Also here: Mistress Tryxx, House Sage Anferis, Executrix Dirvy, Picklemaster Ntinly, Adalfuns, Sullvane, Miss Behavin, Wonkus, Master Fisher Aerocus, Whisp, Light Keeper Kayse
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest, northwest

Kayse nods to you.

You smile at Kayse.

Speaking to Ntinly, Aerocus says, "Feels iike I steped back in time. in the rest with the picklemaster."

Aerocus says, "You should have the key to the the city."

Ntinly squeakily says, "Has been ma families home for long times."

You recite softly:
"Tonight we have a very special speaker with us, the Lightkeeper Kayse Thellian, who will speak here and later in the Sacred place"

Wonkus applauds wildly!
Sullvane nods politely at Kayse.

Ntinly turns an inquisitive ear toward Kayse.

You recite softly:
"Please pay her respect as they discuss"

Kayse inclines her head.

(Kayse moves to the front of the crowd and surveys the area, a brief smile touching her lips.)

Kayse serenely begins, "Tonight I will discuss a lesser known goddess. Only lesser known because a lot of her followers do not extend outside of my home, River's Rest."

Kayse didactically informs, "Aeia was worshiped widely during the Kannalan Empire and was a goddess of considerable importance. After the decline and eventual fall of the Citadel, however, her followers have diminished."

You listen carefully to Kayse.

Kayse adoringly emphasizes, "She is the Patroness of the earth and gardens--also known as the earth mother. It is said that any garden plot that is decorated with a statue of Aeia will bloom and flourish."

Kayse ruefully notes, "Unfortunately, because of the fall of the citadel, not a lot of Aeia is known and most of the lore or knowledge about her is speculation."

Sullvane rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kayse clearly says, "This tale is about how the earth mother saved those of River's Rest. It is one that has been passed down from one generation to the next."
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Aerocus suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing his features as he listens intently.

Kayse gently says, "Aeia has a fondness for gardens and perhaps because of her adoration for flowers, a white lily is the symbol that represents her."

Kayse brightly says, "Since Aeia lived in River's Rest, she had a large garden which was filled with a variety of different types of flowers--many of them various species of lilies."

Kayse frankly interrupts, "Now besides Elven and Aelotoian, I like to consider myself versed in the language of flowers."

Mikalmas says, "A beautiful masterpiece."

Kayse agrees with Mikalmas.

Kayse thoughtfully marvels, "Every flower has a meaning and can be used to communicate a message or phrase."

Kayse grabs a pair of steel shears wrapped with leather from a small pocket inside of her leather jacket.

(Kayse walks over to a bed of flowers. Taking the steel shears she snips an orange tiger lily at the stem.)

Kayse gazes thoughtfully at her tiger lily.

Sullvane wonders, "Oh? How elegant."

Kayse flashes a quick grin.

Kayse tucks a pair of steel shears wrapped with leather into a small pocket inside of her leather jacket
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Kayse casually mentions, "Tiger lilies have the meaning of "wealth" and they got that meaning through Aeia and this story I am about to tell."

Kayse cautiously observes, "Back in the day, Krolvins raided River's Rest frequently, and it was not always the peaceful backwater we see it as today."

Kayse seethes, "They were after anything portable that would bring them wealth."

Ntinly mutters sankir.

Kayse desperately says, "After frequent invasions, the people of River's Rest had nothing left to give them."

Kayse frustratedly spits, "The krol outraged by this, slaughtered people in the streets of the town." Kayse pauses a moment before continuing in a soft tone, "Aeia watched helplessly as her people suffered."

You weep softly, quiet tears falling from your eyes.

Kayse quickly says, "Looking around her garden, she saw the bright golden-orange tiger lilies swaying in the salt breeze."

(Kayse twirls the tiger lily around her fingers as she speaks.)

Kayse measuredly says, "Swiftly moving through her garden, she picked and gathered all that she had and prayed to Imaera for guidance."

Dirvy reaches out and touches her emerald Imaera symbol.

Kayse grins at Dirvy.

Ntinly's firewheel flower stretches, the petals shifting slightly as it repositions itself. As it settles down, the stem clings tightly to her.

(Kayse closes her eyes a moment and takes a slow breath before slowly opening them again, her eyes brightly shining.)

Kayse carefully recalls, "Trodding warily to the town commons, she began dropping the tiger lillies, one by one, every few steps from there to Maelstrom Bay."

Kayse disbelievingly says, "As she gracefully moved, she went untouched by the Krol--for as each lily dropped from her hand, it turned into gold."

Kayse gazes thoughtfully at her tiger lily.

(Kayse moves her hands with a flourish, the lily disappears before your eyes and in its place is a gold coin.)

Kayse grins smugly.

Kayse suddenly says, "The krolvin stopped attacking the citizens and greedily snatched up the golden coins."

Kayse apprehensively says, "When she reached the shore of the bay, she had one lily left."

Kayse steadily says, "Staring into the dark waters of the bay, she threw the last lily into Charl's embrace."

Kayse tensely says, "The foamy water tossed around the flower enticing the krol to come and get it." Kayse takes a deep breath, her eyes wide. "Several of them swam out after it, but as burdened as they were with all the coins they had gathered, they drowned immediately."

Kayse amusedly says, "The rest of the krol, upon seeing the intervention of the Arkati fled to their longships and into the receding tide to escape."

Kayse dramatically says, "But they quickly learned, they might have been better off on the dry land. No sooner had they ventured out to sea that a kraken of the same golden orange and brown as the tiger lilies rose up out of the water and devoured them."

Kayse shakes her head, clucking her tongue.

Kayse concludes, "That is just one example of how Aeia has saved the people of River's Rest."

Kayse carefully confides, "This is not the only time Aeia has looked out for the people of River's Rest."

Kayse discloses, "Years ago, she sent me visions to aid the town and denizens of River's Rest against Chaston and the Blameless. A religious zealot who was slaughtering anyone who didn't worship Koar."

Sullvane scowls.

Kayse reminds, "5117."

Kayse explains, "The visions allowed a small group of us to arrive from Wehnimer's to River's Rest and protect this very shrine. It was the first time in that long conflict that no innocents died that evening due to her warning."

Kayse says, "If you look in the pool, you will see a statue of her."

Sullvane takes a moment to observe a large pool.

Mikalmas says, "Stunning feature."

Monza softly exclaims, "Water lilies!"

Monza gasps.

Speaking to you, Kayse asks, "I am prepared to move to the next location. Shall I lead?"

You softly say, "Jastev came to me then as well in Lake Eonake. That was a very busy year. But that is a part of History for another time."

You nod at Kayse.

Kayse grins at you.

You softly ask, "Sure you may lead the way, need the map?"

You tap a faded parchment map scarred by scorch marks, which is in your right hand.

Sullvane says, "I knew little of Aeia before, coming from Ta'Faendryl, but she seems gentle-hearted and nurturing, but not without teeth."
Sullvane says, "A goddess to be respected."

Kayse grins at Sullvane.

Dirvy agrees with Sullvane.

Speaking to you, Kayse says, "I can use the map if you like.."
Kayse winks at you.

Ntinly squeakily says, "I wish she could have lent elp afore Sankir da Czag Dubras Bloodfist kilt most a ma family all dem years ago......"

Kayse has accepted your offer and is now holding a faded parchment map scarred by scorch marks.

You softly say, "Its a delicate old map."

HEART OF EVENT:

Light Keeper Kayse's group makes their way to the Cleric Guild, Garden Shrine.

[Cleric Guild, Garden Shrine]
Cloaked in shades of deep verdant, this small retreat is enshrouded by willows all around, while vines of ivy twine around their bases. Flowers of every hue imaginable blossom here and there, adding a splash of vibrant color to the lush green which is so prominent in the area. Standing to the north, a wooden statue of a woman with benevolent eyes gazes down kindly at you, and at her feet lies a simple wooden altar, its surface completely covered by flourishing white lilies.
Also here: Mistress Tryxx, House Sage Anferis, Executrix Dirvy, Picklemaster Ntinly, Adalfuns, Sullvane, Miss Behavin, Wonkus, Master Fisher Aerocus, Whisp, Chancellor Astru, Mikalmas, Monza, Light Keeper Kayse
Obvious paths: south

Kayse studies her parchment map closely and gets a frustrated look on her face. With a slight blush, she quickly turns the map in her hands to reorient it and resumes studying it.

Kayse offers you a faded parchment map scarred by scorch marks.

A short, feeble-looking human man garbed in verdant green robes wanders in and smiles at you. Shuffling over toward the altar quietly, he picks up a small watering can from behind it and gently waters the sapling growing upon its surface. He bends to offer a bow of respect and slowly shuffles off.

You softly say, "Ahh the Sacred spot, thank you kindly for leading the way."

Kayse nods slowly to you.

You recite softly:
"Now we can proceed to the next stage of the journey."

Speaking to you, Kayse says, "I do have sapphires for everyone to use here as well."

Kayse tucks a deep green spherical sapphire into a small pocket inside of her leather jacket.

Speaking softly to Kayse, you say, "Thank you for that inspiring tale."

Wonkus applauds.

Whisp agrees with you.

You recite softly:
"Take a moment to observe the statue's intricate details in the shrine, particularly the color of its eyes. It serves as a hint for what needs to be sacrificed in order to obtain the artifact. Does anyone have a guess as to what this item might be?"

Wonkus turns to Kayse and cheers!

You point at a wooden Aeia statue.

Dirvy takes a moment to observe a wooden Aeia statue.

You softly say, "Think Kayse gave it away just now."

Sullvane rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Wonkus exclaims, "Oh! Oh! Grass!”

You softly say, "It is not grass but the color of it."

Sullvane says, "I've a green garnet, but I do not think that will do it."

Behavin asks, "Green sapphires?"

Speaking softly to you, Dirvy says, "We can paint Wonkus."

Kayse points at Behavin.

You softly say, "Green sapphires it is."

Sullvane concludes, "Too many inclusions."

You recite softly:
"It is a green sapphire, we will be handing out a few of each to you. Please be patient as this takes place."

You recite softly:
"MIkalmas has a bottle of them please take 2 or 3 each and dont do anything with them"

Whisp asks, "Is she sort of like a Imaera but not?"

You softly say, "Please each one of you shake and get 2 or 3 out and hold them please."

Speaking to Whisp, Kayse says, "In some ways. She's is not a full goddess necessarily."

Whisp says, "Ahhh. But she is most loveable for her nature aspect."

Speaking softly to Whisp, Dirvy says, "Aeia? She does seem to enjoy the more natural aspects of our world, just as my Verdant Lady does. There are others who enjoy the beauty of nature. Perhaps she was guided by my Lady's hand in her love for gardens."

Whisp nods at Dirvy.

You recite softly:
"Fun part is coming up I promise"

Whisp says, "I was thinking along those lines. I follow Imaera as well. Well, not as a cleric you know..."

You softly say, "Now watch me carefully."
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You softly say, "Before I do will Kayse do the honors in leading us in a quick prayer to bless the ceremony."

Kayse stares at you.

You softly say, "A simple one will suffice."

Speaking vaguely to you, Kayse says, "And Aeia might not be....favorable of me at the moment.."

You softly ask, "Or anyone care to bless this ceremony?"

Mikalmas says, "I can."

Mikalmas kneels down.

Mikalmas recites:
"Aeia we come before you this night to guide us on our journey of self discovery"

Kayse gazes with interest at Mikalmas.

Mikalmas recites:
"We ask that you put your hand on each and everyone of these souls so they may walk with unburdened hearts and see the ways of goodness in this world"

Kayse rubs a deep green spherical sapphire in her hand.

Mikalmas recites:
"And with that I seek your mercy in my own trials"

You softly say, "Alright now you may watch me."

You softly say, "This is very important and not to be rushed as it may take a couple tries."

You softly say, "You will take one at a time a green sapphire."

Kayse adds, "Or twelve."

You softly say, "Sometimes it does take 12."

You laugh at Kayse!

You softly say, "We have plenty on us."

You softly say, "And you will place it on the altar."

You softly say, "If Aeia chooses she will give you an item in return."

Kayse says, "Everyone receives her blessing in some way."

You softly say, "But no one is leaving here tonight until you all get one."

You kneel before a wooden Aeia statue.

You drop the green sapphire onto the altar and watch it disperse in a green tendril of energy. One of the unblossomed lilies upon the altar suddenly opens, revealing tiny spheres of flickering viridian light that float over and dance about your head playfully. A soft, nurturing voice makes itself known in your mind, "Such pretty things, my child. Gazing into their depths one is reminded of the earth and the wonderful things that may blossom from it. It reminds one what the world could become." The lips upon the statue seem to sparkle just a bit as the voice fades away.

Suddenly a burst of green light comes from your hand, revealing the sapphire you just offered, except its form is slightly different now.

You tap a deep green spherical sapphire, which is in your right hand.

You softly say, "See the blessed artifact in return."

One by One the crowd follows Elder Seer Rovvigen Aniket’s lead and drops a green sapphire at the wooden altar to honor Aeia, and each receives the Sacred Artifact.

CONCLUSION:

You softly say, "And over a year of this pilgrimage you will have collected many if you continue with us."

Whisp says, "Oh that was lovely."

Speaking softly to Kayse, you say, "Thanks so much for your time this evening."

Kayse wishes, "Fair evening all."

You give Kayse a friendly hug, stirring the scent of blue lilac suspended in the sheerest whisper of incense smoke from her skin.

Wonkus exclaims, "It looks like one of those scarabs from the box now! I like it!"

Sullvane notes, "I will have to get myself a reliquary pouch."

You softly say, "Yes because not next month but the one after next we will journey to Solhaven."

You softly say, "Keep in mind not every town has a sacred artifact."

You softly say, "And this will span over a years time so just be patient."

You softly say, "Alright now that everyone has received their sacred/blessed artifact, I will take you back to town commons so you may be on your way."

You recite softly:
"I do want to Thank you all again for sharing this joyous moment with us"

You recite softly:
"May this set of Pilgrimages guide you like it has us"

Ntinly squeakily says, "Tank yas fer bringin us Rovvi an Kayse."
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