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	"You again, hm?" Leafiara said. "So Rysus haunts my nightmares and a Rook impersonator wants to haunt my waking life."		"You again, hm?" Leafiara said. "So Rysus haunts my nightmares and a Rook impersonator wants to haunt my waking life."

	Leafi rose and turned--seeing not a hooded figure, but a white-~~robed~~ one. The half-sylvan chuckled. "Taken to a Rone costume this time? Missing the gauntlets, but... Do you have a name I can use no matter how you dress up?"		Leafi rose and turned--seeing not a hooded figure, but a white-cloaked one. The half-sylvan chuckled. "Taken to a Rone costume this time? Missing the gauntlets, but... Do you have a name I can use no matter how you dress up?"

	It spoke in an even, toneless voice: "You may call me Echo. I am a keeper of every word and deed, returning them to their owners. My place, for now, is at your side."		It spoke in an even, toneless voice: "You may call me Echo. I am a keeper of every word and deed, returning them to their owners. My place, for now, is at your side."
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	'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''		'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''

	Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for at least a ~~week~~--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to the most sacred ground she knew.		Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for at least two weeks--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to set her bare feet once again on the most sacred ground she knew.

	She was once a little girl delighting in the flowers of the [[sylvan]] [[::History_of_the_Sylvan_Elves\|woods]], brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.		She was once a little girl delighting in the flowers of the [[sylvan]] [[::History_of_the_Sylvan_Elves\|woods]], brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.

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	'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''		'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''

	Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for a ~~while~~--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to the most sacred ground she knew.		Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for at least a week--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to the most sacred ground she knew.

	She was once a little girl delighting in the flowers of the [[sylvan]] [[::History_of_the_Sylvan_Elves\|woods]], brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.		She was once a little girl delighting in the flowers of the [[sylvan]] [[::History_of_the_Sylvan_Elves\|woods]], brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.

	Onward to [[Bloodriven Village]]--where ~~violence~~ ~~was~~ ~~always~~ ~~the~~ ~~answer~~, where no words mattered save spell incantations, where ~~symbolism~~ ~~and~~ ~~legends~~ ~~were~~ ~~made as manifest as they'd ever be~~. Onward to the sands of the arena, her final cherished bastion of ~~black and~~ ~~white~~.		Onward to [[Bloodriven Village]]--where symbolism and legends were made as manifest as they'd ever be, where no words mattered save spell incantations, where violence was always the answer. Onward to the sands of the arena, her final cherished bastion of childhood wonder.

LEAFIARA at 19:37, 6 February 2020

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	"You have been remembering reassuring [[Lyrna]] that the world is black and white."		"You have been remembering reassuring [[Lyrna]] that the world is black and white."

	Echo snapped its fingers and vanished from Leafi's sight; the cleric lunged ~~forward~~ to seize at the figure, but her hand passed through empty air. She slumped back into her seat.		Echo snapped its fingers and vanished from Leafi's sight; the cleric lunged to seize the figure, but her hand passed through empty air. She slumped back into her seat.

	"And you have been ''realizing''," came a whisper, "that you could not now say so sincerely."		"And you have been ''realizing''," came a whisper, "that you could not now say so sincerely."
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	'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''		'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''

	Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for ~~the~~ ~~next two weeks~~--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to the most sacred ground she knew.		Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for a while--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to the most sacred ground she knew.

	She was once a little girl delighting in the ~~flowered fields~~ of the [[sylvan]] woods, brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.		She was once a little girl delighting in the flowers of the [[sylvan]] [[::History_of_the_Sylvan_Elves\|woods]], brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.

	Onward to [[Bloodriven Village]]--where violence was always the answer, where no words mattered save spell incantations, where symbolism and legends were made as manifest as they'd ever be. Onward to the sands of the arena, her final cherished bastion of black and white.		Onward to [[Bloodriven Village]]--where violence was always the answer, where no words mattered save spell incantations, where symbolism and legends were made as manifest as they'd ever be. Onward to the sands of the arena, her final cherished bastion of black and white.

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	Rysus shakes his head.		Rysus shakes his head.
	Rysus says, "That is a deep root you should never let grow."		Rysus says, "That is a deep root you should never let grow."



	'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-08-25_-_Rysus%27_Resolution_and_the_Sparrows%27_Setup\|Phoenatos 25, 5118 - Town Square Central]]'''		'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-08-25_-_Rysus%27_Resolution_and_the_Sparrows%27_Setup\|Phoenatos 25, 5118 - Town Square Central]]'''
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	Rysus says, "[[::Brotherhood of Rooks\|We]] don't need recruitment drives."		Rysus says, "[[::Brotherhood of Rooks\|We]] don't need recruitment drives."
	Rysus says, "You all bedding imperials and [[::Ta'Vaalor\|elves]] is driving them in."		Rysus says, "You all bedding imperials and [[::Ta'Vaalor\|elves]] is driving them in."



	'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-10-06_-_Long_Live_the_King\|Jastatos 6, 5118 - Valeria Street]]'''		'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-10-06_-_Long_Live_the_King\|Jastatos 6, 5118 - Valeria Street]]'''
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	Rysus says, "Handing it over..."		Rysus says, "Handing it over..."
	Rysus weakly says, "You....will see your freedom die..."		Rysus weakly says, "You....will see your freedom die..."



	'''[[::Landing_Events_-_5119-02-01_-_Reprise,_not_Reprisal\|Fashanos 1, 5119 - Dragonsclaw Arms Back Yard]]'''		'''[[::Landing_Events_-_5119-02-01_-_Reprise,_not_Reprisal\|Fashanos 1, 5119 - Dragonsclaw Arms Back Yard]]'''

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	=Original Story: Fashanos 1, 5120=		=Original Story: Fashanos 1, 5120=

	'''[[::Keeping_Up_with_the_Kestrels_-_5117-03-16_-_Mysteries_Dissembled_and_New\|Charlatos 16, 5117]] - Mayor [[Puptilian]]'s Office'''		'''[[::Keeping_Up_with_the_Kestrels_-_5117-03-16_-_Mysteries_Dissembled_and_New\|Charlatos 16, 5117]] - Mayor [[Puptilian]]'s Office'''

			[[Rysus]] says, "Sometimes, he's called..."
			Rysus says, "[[Quinshon]] the Dissembler."
			Rysus leans back slightly, looking down at something written on his palm.
			Rysus leans forward.
			Rysus says, "He was once a Magister of the [[Hall of Mages]] in [[Phannus]]."
			Rysus says, "Particularly known for his...darker [[::sorcerer\|sorcery]] like skills..and.."
			Rysus taps the side of his head.
			Rysus says, "It's always the [[::savant\|mentalists]]."
			Rysus says, "So, I won't begin to tell you how to live your life..."
			Rysus says, "But you should probably just kill him the next time you see him."
			Rysus shrugs.
			Rysus asks, "You guys still do that right?"
			Rysus asks, "Kill first, ask later?"
			Rysus asks, "Or are you slipping?"
			Rysus says, "I would just say..."
			Rysus says, "[[::Turamzzyrian Empire\|Imperial]] knights moving in..."
			Rysus shrugs.
			Rysus says, "Manageable."
			Rysus asks, "A cluster of Hall Mages trickling in?"
			Rysus shakes his head.
			Rysus says, "That is a deep root you should never let grow."

	[[Rysus]] says, "Sometimes, he's called..."

	Rysus says, "[[Quinshon]] the Dissembler."

			'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-08-25_-_Rysus%27_Resolution_and_the_Sparrows%27_Setup\|Phoenatos 25, 5118 - Town Square Central]]'''
	Rysus leans back slightly, looking down at something written on his palm.

			Speaking to Rysus, [[Maags]] exclaims, "Are yous recuiting again!"
			Rysus says, "[[::Brotherhood of Rooks\|We]] don't need recruitment drives."
			Rysus says, "You all bedding imperials and [[::Ta'Vaalor\|elves]] is driving them in."

	Rysus leans forward.

	Rysus says, "He was once a Magister of the [[Hall of Mages]] in [[Phannus]]."

			'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-10-06_-_Long_Live_the_King\|Jastatos 6, 5118 - Valeria Street]]'''
	Rysus says, "Particularly known for his...darker [[::sorcerer\|sorcery]] like skills..and.."

			Rysus says, "The only pain is watching you all lose your freedom..."
			Rysus says, "And you aren't even fighting for it..."
			Rysus says, "You're giving it up..."
			Rysus says, "Handing it over..."
			Rysus weakly says, "You....will see your freedom die..."

	Rysus taps the side of his head.

	Rysus says, "It's always the [[::savant\|mentalists]]."

			'''[[::Landing_Events_-_5119-02-01_-_Reprise,_not_Reprisal\|Fashanos 1, 5119 - Dragonsclaw Arms Back Yard]]'''
	Rysus says, "So, I won't begin to tell you how to live your life..."


			[[Mother]] softly says, "I can assure you, while I demand fierce loyalty of the Brotherhood, and will advance the freedom and independence of [[Wehnimer's Landing]] with every action..."
	Rysus says, "But you should probably just kill him the next time you see him."
			Mother softly says, "The age of [[Drangell]] and Rysus are over."

			Mother softly says, "We will not unnecessarily bleed our own to protect our own."
	Rysus shrugs.
			Mother softly says, "We serve to protect Wehnimer's Landing and its freedoms. We still exist to do that which many cannot bring themselves to do."

			[[Lylia]] murmurs, "I see. You are not far off from Rysus' promises in that regard."
	Rysus asks, "You guys still do that right?"
			Mother softly says, "Truthfully, he did more to work against that promise, than towards it."

	Rysus asks, "Kill first, ask later?"

	Rysus asks, "Or are you slipping?"

	Rysus says, "I would just say..."

	Rysus says, "[[::Turamzzyrian Empire\|Imperial]] knights moving in..."

	Rysus shrugs.

	Rysus says, "Manageable."

	Rysus asks, "A cluster of Hall Mages trickling in?"

	Rysus shakes his head.

	Rysus says, "That is a deep root you should never let grow."



	'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-08-25_-_Rysus%27_Resolution_and_the_Sparrows%27_Setup\|Phoenatos 25, 5118 - Town Square Central]]'''

	Speaking to Rysus, [[Maags]] exclaims, "Are yous recuiting again!"

	Rysus says, "[[::Brotherhood of Rooks\|We]] don't need recruitment drives."

	Rysus says, "You all bedding imperials and [[::Ta'Vaalor\|elves]] is driving them in."



	'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-10-06_-_Long_Live_the_King\|Jastatos 6, 5118 - Valeria Street]]'''

	Rysus says, "The only pain is watching you all lose your freedom..."

	Rysus says, "And you aren't even fighting for it..."

	Rysus says, "You're giving it up..."

	Rysus says, "Handing it over..."

	Rysus weakly says, "You....will see your freedom die..."



	'''[[::Landing_Events_-_5119-02-01_-_Reprise,_not_Reprisal\|Fashanos 1, 5119 - Dragonsclaw Arms Back Yard]]'''

	[[Mother]] softly says, "I can assure you, while I demand fierce loyalty of the Brotherhood, and will advance the freedom and independence of [[Wehnimer's Landing]] with every action..."

	Mother softly says, "The age of [[Drangell]] and Rysus are over."

	Mother softly says, "We will not unnecessarily bleed our own to protect our own."

	Mother softly says, "We serve to protect Wehnimer's Landing and its freedoms. We still exist to do that which many cannot bring themselves to do."

	[[Lylia]] murmurs, "I see. You are not far off from Rysus' promises in that regard."

	Mother softly says, "Truthfully, he did more to work against that promise, than towards it."

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'''[[::Keeping_Up_with_the_Kestrels_-_5117-03-16_-_Mysteries_Dissembled_and_New|Charlatos 16, 5117]] - Mayor [[Puptilian]]'s Office'''

[[Rysus]] says, "Sometimes, he's called..."

Rysus says, "[[Quinshon]] the Dissembler."

Rysus leans back slightly, looking down at something written on his palm.

Rysus leans forward.

Rysus says, "He was once a Magister of the [[Hall of Mages]] in [[Phannus]]."

Rysus says, "Particularly known for his...darker [[::sorcerer|sorcery]] like skills..and.."

Rysus taps the side of his head.

Rysus says, "It's always the [[::savant|mentalists]]."

Rysus says, "So, I won't begin to tell you how to live your life..."

Rysus says, "But you should probably just kill him the next time you see him."

Rysus shrugs.

Rysus asks, "You guys still do that right?"

Rysus asks, "Kill first, ask later?"

Rysus asks, "Or are you slipping?"

Rysus says, "I would just say..."

Rysus says, "[[::Turamzzyrian Empire|Imperial]] knights moving in..."

Rysus shrugs.

Rysus says, "Manageable."

Rysus asks, "A cluster of Hall Mages trickling in?"

Rysus shakes his head.

Rysus says, "That is a deep root you should never let grow."

'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-08-25_-_Rysus%27_Resolution_and_the_Sparrows%27_Setup|Phoenatos 25, 5118 - Town Square Central]]'''

Speaking to Rysus, [[Maags]] exclaims, "Are yous recuiting again!"

Rysus says, "[[::Brotherhood of Rooks|We]] don't need recruitment drives."

Rysus says, "You all bedding imperials and [[::Ta'Vaalor|elves]] is driving them in."

'''[[::The_Rone_Resurgence_-_5118-10-06_-_Long_Live_the_King|Jastatos 6, 5118 - Valeria Street]]'''

Rysus says, "The only pain is watching you all lose your freedom..."

Rysus says, "And you aren't even fighting for it..."

Rysus says, "You're giving it up..."

Rysus says, "Handing it over..."

Rysus weakly says, "You....will see your freedom die..."

'''[[::Landing_Events_-_5119-02-01_-_Reprise,_not_Reprisal|Fashanos 1, 5119 - Dragonsclaw Arms Back Yard]]'''

[[Mother]] softly says, "I can assure you, while I demand fierce loyalty of the Brotherhood, and will advance the freedom and independence of [[Wehnimer's Landing]] with every action..."

Mother softly says, "The age of [[Drangell]] and Rysus are over."

Mother softly says, "We will not unnecessarily bleed our own to protect our own."

Mother softly says, "We serve to protect Wehnimer's Landing and its freedoms. We still exist to do that which many cannot bring themselves to do."

[[Lylia]] murmurs, "I see. You are not far off from Rysus' promises in that regard."

Mother softly says, "Truthfully, he did more to work against that promise, than towards it."

'''Lormesta 26, 5120 - Abandoned Inn'''

[[Leafiara]] growled to herself as she put the four [[TownCrier]] reports back in order and them on the table. ''Of all things, the one that Mother and [[Hapenlok]] alike agree on is that all Rysus did was bring in more Imperials. ...what do we do? What's the solution?''

"Interesting collection of papers," a voice whispered, gender indiscernible, in the [[cleric]]'s ear.

"You again, hm?" Leafiara said. "So Rysus haunts my nightmares and a Rook impersonator wants to haunt my waking life."

Leafi rose and turned--seeing not a hooded figure, but a white-robed one. The half-sylvan chuckled. "Taken to a Rone costume this time? Missing the gauntlets, but... Do you have a name I can use no matter how you dress up?"

It spoke in an even, toneless voice: "You may call me Echo. I am a keeper of every word and deed, returning them to their owners. My place, for now, is at your side."

Leafiara raised an eyebrow. "And why me? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Your soul. Your choices. Your crossroads."

"...meaning what?"

"'No matter that we may be done with the past, the past is never done with us.'"

Leafi smirked. "Okay, I gotcha. That's really cute, 'echoing' [[::Ysharra_Nagorn|Ysharra]]. You're so mysterious and full of inside knowledge?" The cleric chuckled. "More like you picked up a copy of the Crier."

"I needn't. I read only from your memories."

Leafi shook her head. "You do intrigue me, but the Empire is coming. I'd love to play along with your games, but the timing--"

Echo stared at her, no hint of expression in its eyes nor body language, and wordlessly withdrew a bound manuscript from its cloak and tossed it with a thud onto the table. "Your crossroads are no game."

Leafi's expression plummeted as she read the manuscript's title: ''Last Dream Standing''. She hurriedly flipped through its pages, staggered with deja vu at every word--''her'' words, ''her'' play. "Where did you get this?!"

"I am a keeper of every word and deed," Echo repeated, "returning them to their owners."

"...no. What are you, really? I burned all my papers! I never told another person!"

The figure spoke over her, unfazed. "Which will be the 'Last Dream Standing'--in no play, but in life? The rivers of your memory roar as they flow with dozens of voices. [[Maags]]. [[Balley]]. [[Wolfloner]]. [[Shinann]]. [[Chamorr]]. [[Madmountan]]. [[Shiril]]. [[Evia]]. [[Xorus]]. [[Lazaryth]]. [[Taloin]]. [[Razanetika]]."

"No," Leafi interjected. "I don't know how you got this script, but even Quinshon couldn't go through [[Pylasar]]'s memories as quickly as you're pretending you can. You're just vaguely naming people I know."

Echo spoke again without emotion: "Recently you have been remembering Puptilian vouching for the [[Spider Temple]]'s defense when you were willing to let it burn. Remembering [[Goldstr]] affirming there can be no light without darkness nor darkness without light. Remembering Ysharra asking that you tell [[Chaston Griffin]] she was sorry about what happened to his mother."

Leafiara stood transfixed.

"You have been remembering your surprise when [[Stormyrain]] said that some of those on dark paths have brought her joy. Remembering your vow to respect each walk of life as [[Jastalyn]] inducted you into [[Twilight Hall]]. Remembering [[Chaoswynd]] bearing witness as [[Khylynnia]] challenged your limits outside of [[Vornavis]]."

"Alright, that's enough!" the half-sylvan shouted.

"If it were enough, your memories would not reach out to me. You have been remembering [[Severine]]'s comfort in your time of need. Remembering asking [[::Florania|your mother]] what the word 'kingmaker' meant after [[Cruxophim]] uttered it. Remembering [[Goblyn]] questioning you at this inn whether you acted for yourself or the town. Remembering [[Draccor]] saying that those in the Landing will always defend their home."

Leafiara shook her head. "Fine, I believe you, but--"

"You have been remembering when you first learned [[::Origins_of_Cholen_and_Tilamaire|the story]] of the mortal [[Tilamaire]] seeking to question [[Cholen]]. Remembering returning to embrace [[Marijka]] after running pale from her an hour earlier. Remembering [[Saranja]], Khylynnia, and your mother saying that relationships are their own form of war. Remembering telling [[Pukk]] that he is the light and hope of the town."

"...and what of it," Leafiara whispered.

"You have been remembering reassuring [[Lyrna]] that the world is black and white."

Echo snapped its fingers and vanished from Leafi's sight; the cleric lunged forward to seize at the figure, but her hand passed through empty air. She slumped back into her seat.

"And you have been ''realizing''," came a whisper, "that you could not now say so sincerely."

All fell silent.

'''Fashanos 7, 5120 - Twilight Hall Lockers'''

Leafiara tucked the last of her shoes away. She wouldn't need them for the next two weeks--no, not on her sojourn, her vacation, her ''spiritual retreat'' to the most sacred ground she knew.

She was once a little girl delighting in the flowered fields of the [[sylvan]] woods, brimming with fantasies of returning home triumphant as one of the heroes she marveled over in plays. Soon she'd indeed hear the cheering crowds, but as always they'd be everything she'd hoped for and nothing like what she'd hoped for.

Onward to [[Bloodriven Village]]--where violence was always the answer, where no words mattered save spell incantations, where symbolism and legends were made as manifest as they'd ever be. Onward to the sands of the arena, her final cherished bastion of black and white.