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NAAMIT: /* Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places */ Added Ta'Illistim

2022-06-06T12:25:59Z

Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places: Added Ta'Illistim

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	A dagger-pierced heart on a field of white is painted on the golden seal of Mularos.		A dagger-pierced heart on a field of white is painted on the golden seal of Mularos.
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			===[[Ta'Illistim]]===
			There is a non-functional, abandoned shrine to Mularos located west of [[Gossamer Valley]] along [[Whistler's Pass]]. Hidden east of Ta'Illistim is a temple dedicated to Mularos and [[Eryael Ladrinyth]].

	== Additional information ==		== Additional information ==

NAAMIT: /* Additional information */ Added honorable mention for Harith

2022-06-06T12:16:41Z

Additional information: Added honorable mention for Harith

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	== Additional information ==		== Additional information ==

	[[Eryael Ladrinyth]], a high priest of Mularos, was active during the [[Griffin Sword Saga]].		[[Eryael Ladrinyth]], a high priest of Mularos, was active during the [[Griffin Sword Saga]]. The psion [[Harith Caerines]] came to prominence and died during that same time.

	{{Arkati-spells-LST}}		{{Arkati-spells-LST}}

	== Resources ==		== Resources ==
	*[[Origin of Mularos]] (official documentation)		*[[Origin of Mularos]] (official documentation)

VANKRASN39: /* Related Articles */ add link

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 A dagger-pierced heart on a field of white is painted on the golden seal of Mularos.
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 == Additional information ==
 [[Eryael Ladrinyth]], a high priest of Mularos, was active during the [[Griffin Sword Saga]].
 == Related Articles ==
-*[[The Gods of Elanthia#Mularos, the Suffering|The Gods of Elanthia - Mularos, the Suffering]] (official documentation)
+*[[Origin of Mularos]] (official documentation)
 *[[Temple of Mularos]]
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NAAMIT: /* Cleric Guilds */ typo fix

2017-07-05T15:05:48Z

Cleric Guilds: typo fix

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	==Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places==		==Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places==
	===[[Cleric Guild]]s===		===[[Cleric Guild]]s===
	Displayed in the Prayer Rooms of each Cleric Guild is a ~~state~~ of {{PAGENAME}}. These prayer rooms are considered a holy shrine to multiple deities.		Displayed in the Prayer Rooms of each Cleric Guild is a statue of {{PAGENAME}}. These prayer rooms are considered a holy shrine to multiple deities.

	<pre{{log2}}>		<pre{{log2}}>

VANKRASN39: /* Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places */ log format

2017-02-10T19:36:53Z

Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places: log format

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	Displayed in the Prayer Rooms of each Cleric Guild is a state of {{PAGENAME}}. These prayer rooms are considered a holy shrine to multiple deities.		Displayed in the Prayer Rooms of each Cleric Guild is a state of {{PAGENAME}}. These prayer rooms are considered a holy shrine to multiple deities.

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	The statue depicts a young man clad in simple robes, one hand resting on his hip. Although his features are refined and delicate, hints of depravity can be glimpsed in the curve of his lips and perversity smolders in his sleepy-looking eyes. The graceful arc of his wrist is marred by a series of thin scars.		The statue depicts a young man clad in simple robes, one hand resting on his hip. Although his features are refined and delicate, hints of depravity can be glimpsed in the curve of his lips and perversity smolders in his sleepy-looking eyes. The graceful arc of his wrist is marred by a series of thin scars.

	>touch Mularos~~<br>~~		>touch Mularos
	You reach out and touch the statue of Mularos.		You reach out and touch the statue of Mularos.

	A sighing moan slips through your mind. "What is pain, after all, but the other side of pleasure? In pain, we find our limits, our desires, and we come to know ourselves."		A sighing moan slips through your mind. "What is pain, after all, but the other side of pleasure? In pain, we find our limits, our desires, and we come to know ourselves."
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	===[[Cleric Guild (Wehnimer's Landing)\|Wehnimer's Landing Cleric Guild]]===		===[[Cleric Guild (Wehnimer's Landing)\|Wehnimer's Landing Cleric Guild]]===
	Located in the Antechamber of Lornon is a table inset with fist-sized seals depicting all of the Lornon arkati, including one for {{PAGENAME}}. This area is not considered a holy shrine.		Located in the Antechamber of Lornon is a table inset with fist-sized seals depicting all of the Lornon arkati, including one for {{PAGENAME}}. This area is not considered a holy shrine.

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	A dagger-pierced heart on a field of white is painted on the golden seal of Mularos.		A dagger-pierced heart on a field of white is painted on the golden seal of Mularos.
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	== Spell messaging ==		== Spell messaging ==

VANKRASN39: /* Spell messaging */ add Beacon of Courage

2016-10-13T16:49:40Z

Spell messaging: add Beacon of Courage

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	''Others see:''<br>Wraithlike mourners suddenly slip free of the shadows around (Cleric), their cheeks stained with silvery tears. Their white garments are stained in a variety of places with the deep red-brown of blood. Forming a loose ring around (Cleric)'s corpse, they fall as one to their knees and obscure him. Together, they tilt their heads back and release a deafening keen that shatters their ethereal forms.		''Others see:''<br>Wraithlike mourners suddenly slip free of the shadows around (Cleric), their cheeks stained with silvery tears. Their white garments are stained in a variety of places with the deep red-brown of blood. Forming a loose ring around (Cleric)'s corpse, they fall as one to their knees and obscure him. Together, they tilt their heads back and release a deafening keen that shatters their ethereal forms.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;"\|[[Beacon of Courage (1608)]]
			\| Wisps of lucent silvered ebon smoke appear and begin to twist around you, coalescing into an incandescent veil.

			TARGET appears enthralled by the haze of lucent silvered ebon smoke.
	\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"		\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
	\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Judgment (1630)]]		\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Judgment (1630)]]

ZHOUY1: Filled out known spell messaging.

2016-02-22T19:49:17Z

Filled out known spell messaging.

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			== Spell messaging ==
	{{Arkati Messaging

⚫	\|~~313Caster=~~Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the love of your deity to protect you. The softness of silk caresses the back of your neck, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
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⚫	\|~~318Caster=~~Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down ~~Body~~'s face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into ~~Body~~ and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
⚫	~~\|318Corpse=~~Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from Cleric's lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, Cleric smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon Cleric's wrists heal.
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| Chant
⚫	}}
			\| (Cleric) chants a short but reverent orison, asking to know the touch of pain.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Major Sanctuary (220)]]
			\| [Sanctuary of Thorns]
			Thick and lavish, the scent of roses permeates the air; the sweet breath of countless crimson blossoms adorn the bushes enclosing this small square garden. In each corner, an ivory pillar stands - from one, a pair of chained manacles dangle, from another, a pair of whips hang lifeless from gilded hooks. A thorn vine-carved chaise lounge sits in one of the unused corners, while a simple pedestal stands before the remaining pillar supporting a concave bowl of water littered with rose petals.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Well of Life (308)]]
			\| As you sense your souls have linked together, a phantom pressure briefly encircles each of your wrists.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Blind (311)]]
			\| ''Cleric sees:''<br>As your faith overcomes (target)'s weakened defenses, you sense the compassion, pain, and longing of He who is the Sorrow of the World flowing through you.

			''Target sees:''<br>(Cleric)'s face shimmers and vanishes, and, in its place, you see the image of a young man with incredibly compassionate eyes. His features are as delicate as an elven child's, but a bloody lash-stroke mars his skin near the collar of his white robe. The image sears itself into your vision before everything dissolves in a wash of scarlet.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Prayer (313)]]
		⚫	\| ''Cleric sees:''<br>Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the love of your deity to protect you. The softness of silk caresses the back of your neck, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.

			''Others see:''<br>Ruby light glimmers in (Cleric)'s eyes.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Raise Dead (318)]]
		⚫	\| ''Cleric sees:''<br>Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down (target)'s face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into (target) and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.

		⚫	''Target sees:''<br>Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from (Cleric)'s lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, (Cleric) smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon (Cleric)'s wrists heal.

			''Others see:''<br>Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from (Cleric)'s lips, and crimson rents appear upon her wrists. Dipping them briefly, (Cleric) smears the crimson liquid that leaks from her wounds in a thin line down (target)'s face. The transference of energy between the pair is immediate and the air crackles with the rawness of its release. Slowly, the wounds upon (target)'s wrists heal.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Intercession]]
			\| Needles of power stab into you, sending white-hot pain coursing through your body. Sorrow fills your heart, but with it comes acceptance, an overwhelming sense of rightness that stays with you even as the agony fades to a dull ache in your chest.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Divine Wrath (335)]]
			\| As you pour your soul into an appeal to Mularos, you know that you are heard. The sting of an unseen triple lash blazes across your face, and, as blood drips slowly down your cheek, you feel the touch of an invisible hand resting lightly against your throat.

			The touch of the ethereal hand against your throat grows colder, and the sensation shifts to encircle your neck like a collar. Before this manifestation of divine will, you are helpless, and you are helpless as well as the very air around you solidifies into a barbed whip, coiling and shifting restlessly. The power of Mularos has answered your prayer.

			The ethereal barbed whip that lies loosely coiled around you uncoils at terrifying speed. It snaps out toward (target)!

			As your connection to Mularos lessens, the cold, invisible collar locked about your throat fades into a compassionate caress, and a similar caress traces its way across the side of your cheek. Beneath that gentle touch, the wounds upon your face heal immediately. The ethereal barbed whip twitches one last time before dissolving back into air.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Miracle (350)]]
			\| ''Cleric sees:''<br>Wraithlike mourners suddenly slip free of the shadows and form a tight ring around you. Silvery tears slip from their faces to splash ineffectively against your lifeless body, and the blood that stains their white garments trickles in a splash across your face. They kneel in a tight ring about you, obscuring your view of the world beyond, and you feel a deep connection to them. "There is yet more pain to release," they seem to tell you before their lips part in a deafening keen of anguish that shatters their ethereal forms.

			''Others see:''<br>Wraithlike mourners suddenly slip free of the shadows around (Cleric), their cheeks stained with silvery tears. Their white garments are stained in a variety of places with the deep red-brown of blood. Forming a loose ring around (Cleric)'s corpse, they fall as one to their knees and obscure him. Together, they tilt their heads back and release a deafening keen that shatters their ethereal forms.
			\|- style="border: 1px solid #aaa"
			\| style="padding-right: 10px; white-space: nowrap; vertical-align: text-top;" \| [[Judgment (1630)]]
			\| You briefly close your eyes, and the air around you is filled with echoing voices in pain. A faint sanguine light builds up and emanates from your hand before it takes on the shape of an ethereal whip!

			A flurry of sanguine slivers fly from the edge of the ethereal whip, striking (target)!

			The ethereal whip coils on itself and fades away.
		⚫	\|}

	== Additional information ==		== Additional information ==

CRISPG at 19:42, 26 December 2015

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	{{Arkati Messaging		{{Arkati Messaging
			\|313Caster=Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the love of your deity to protect you. The softness of silk caresses the back of your neck, and you sense that your prayer has been granted.
	\|318Caster=Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down Body's face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into Body and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.		\|318Caster=Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down Body's face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into Body and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.
	\|318Corpse=Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from Cleric's lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, Cleric smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon Cleric's wrists heal.		\|318Corpse=Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from Cleric's lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, Cleric smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon Cleric's wrists heal.

CRISPG at 19:40, 26 December 2015

2015-12-26T19:40:31Z

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	{{Arkati Messaging		{{Arkati Messaging
	\|318Caster=Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down Body's face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into Body and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.		\|318Caster=Murmuring softly, a mournful chant slips from your lips and you feel welts appear upon your wrists. Dipping them briefly, you smear the crimson liquid the leaks from these sudden wounds in a thin line down Body's face. Tingling with each second that your skin touches his, you feel the transference of your raw energy pass into Body and momentarily reel with the pain of its release. Slowly, the wounds on your wrists heal, though a lingering throb remains.
	\|~~318Target~~=Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from Cleric's lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, Cleric smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon Cleric's wrists heal.		\|318Corpse=Murmuring softly, a mournful chants slips from Cleric's lips and crimson rents appear upon his wrist. Dipping them briefly, Cleric smears the crimson liquid that leaks from his wounds in a thin line down your face and the warm rawness of the life begins to bleed into you. The pain of renewal is almost as sharp as the rawness of the energy that suddenly fills you. Slowly, though you are dazed, you watch the wounds upon Cleric's wrists heal.
	}}		}}

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	[[Eryael Ladrinyth]], a high priest of Mularos, was active during the [[Griffin Sword Saga]].		[[Eryael Ladrinyth]], a high priest of Mularos, was active during the [[Griffin Sword Saga]].
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	== ~~Related Articles~~ ==		== Resources ==
	*[[Origin of Mularos]] (official documentation)		*[[Origin of Mularos]] (official documentation)
	*[[Temple of Mularos]]		*[[Temple of Mularos]]
			*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Arkati%20and%20Other%20Spirits/Mularos/view Officials folder]

	{{Arkati}}		{{Arkati}}