Myharl (prime)/A Hymn for Warriors (vignette) - Revision history

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 21:55, 24 August 2024

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	This is a vignette reflecting upon events from the perspective of [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] while investigating the [[Orb of Kai]] with his wife and others. Events take place in inside the arcane study within the [[Fenog's Regulars]] lodge located on the outskirts of [[Icemule Trace]] on the evening of Day of the Huntress, the 23rd of Phoenatos in 5124.		This is a vignette reflecting upon events from the perspective of [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] while investigating the [[Orb of Kai]] with his wife and others. Events take place in inside the arcane study within the [[Fenog's Regulars]] lodge located on the outskirts of [[Icemule Trace]] on the evening of Day of the Huntress, the 23rd of Phoenatos in 5124.
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			An audio vignette in MP3 file format is available [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-Xrw4Gig8kuhtdFyhbXi_TkSd-sfSmjM/view?usp=sharing: here] for this post.
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	[[Myharl]] exhaled deeply. The frustration lingering in his expression more than apparent. He haphazardly swept the night-dark feathered mantle he wore back behind his shoulder while rolling his neck. His gaze was maintained upon the unusual artifact.		[[Myharl]] exhaled deeply. The frustration lingering in his expression more than apparent. He haphazardly swept the night-dark feathered mantle he wore back behind his shoulder while rolling his neck. His gaze was maintained upon the unusual artifact.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 18:10, 24 August 2024

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	[[Myharl]] exhaled deeply, ~~the~~ frustration lingering in his expression more than apparent ~~as he~~ haphazardly swept the night-dark feathered mantle he wore back behind his shoulder while rolling his neck.		[[Myharl]] exhaled deeply. The frustration lingering in his expression more than apparent. He haphazardly swept the night-dark feathered mantle he wore back behind his shoulder while rolling his neck. His gaze was maintained upon the unusual artifact.

	The ~~artifact~~, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as <i>magical</i> artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel for the true treasure ~~vaulted~~ within.		The piece, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as <i>magical</i> artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel. A vault for the true treasure stowed within.

	The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal safeguarded the device from being levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.		The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal safeguarded the device from being levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.
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	Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure, the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, yet again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.		Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure, the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, yet again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.

	He repeated the process several times before his eyes widened. His gaze cast down again to the figures depicted in lifelike detail around the surface of the sphere. These were warriors. ~~Not~~ entirely unlike himself ~~— a~~ battle ~~hymn~~ is meant to drive, to rouse. These warriors were waiting to be inspired to battle.		He repeated the process several times before his eyes widened. His gaze cast down again to the figures depicted in lifelike detail around the surface of the sphere. These were warriors — not entirely unlike himself. A battle song is meant to drive, to rouse. These warriors were waiting to be inspired to battle.

	Listening carefully to the notes the sphere played with each concentric movement, he began interrupting the sphere's regression, depressing, turning the sphere repeatedly. A pause before turning again, and yet another turn, each time allowing the sphere to shift back just long enough to piece together a more steady tempo.		Listening carefully to the notes the sphere played with each concentric movement, he began interrupting the sphere's regression, depressing, turning the sphere repeatedly. A pause before turning again, and yet another turn, each time allowing the sphere to shift back just long enough to piece together a more steady tempo.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 16:40, 24 August 2024

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	<i>No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.</i>		<i>No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.</i>

	Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking ~~steadfast~~. As had been the case every time before, as he released the pinioned segments and the orb restored itself, a melodic plinking emanated from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.		Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking firm. As had been the case every time before, as he released the pinioned segments and the orb restored itself, a melodic plinking emanated from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.

	Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.		Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure, the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, yet again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.

	He repeated the process several times before his eyes widened. His gaze cast down again to the figures depicted in lifelike detail around the surface of the sphere. These were warriors. Not entirely unlike himself — a battle hymn is meant to drive, to rouse. These warriors were waiting to be inspired to battle.		He repeated the process several times before his eyes widened. His gaze cast down again to the figures depicted in lifelike detail around the surface of the sphere. These were warriors. Not entirely unlike himself — a battle hymn is meant to drive, to rouse. These warriors were waiting to be inspired to battle.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 03:22, 24 August 2024

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	<i>No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.</i>		<i>No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.</i>

	Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking steadfast. As had been the case every time before, a melodic plinking emanated from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.		Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking steadfast. As had been the case every time before, as he released the pinioned segments and the orb restored itself, a melodic plinking emanated from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.

	Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.		Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 03:19, 24 August 2024

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	<i>No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.</i>		<i>No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.</i>

	Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking steadfast. As had been the case every time before, a melodic plinking ~~imitated~~ from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.		Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking steadfast. As had been the case every time before, a melodic plinking emanated from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.

	Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.		Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 03:18, 24 August 2024

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	The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal safeguarded the device from being levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.		The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal safeguarded the device from being levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.

	As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.		As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat, he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.

	As the amber candlelight undulated against the metallic surface of the orb, [[Myharl]]'s thoughts briefly returned to his first inclination to take the sphere to the forge. He was a master weaponsmith and knew that the [[eonake]] would become malleable upon the proper flame, however a steadfast concern that the heat may potentially damage whatever lies within stilled his curiosity in that regard.		As the amber candlelight undulated against the metallic surface of the orb, [[Myharl]]'s thoughts briefly returned to his first inclination to take the sphere to the forge. He was a master weaponsmith and knew that the [[eonake]] would become malleable upon the proper flame, however a steadfast concern that the heat may potentially damage whatever lies within stilled his curiosity in that regard.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 03:17, 24 August 2024

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	The artifact, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as <i>magical</i> artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel for the true treasure vaulted within.		The artifact, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as <i>magical</i> artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel for the true treasure vaulted within.

	The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal ~~assured~~ the device ~~wouldn't~~ be levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.		The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal safeguarded the device from being levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.

	As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.		As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.

DUNGEONCRAWLERS at 02:35, 24 August 2024

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	The artifact, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as <i>magical</i> artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel for the true treasure vaulted within.		The artifact, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as <i>magical</i> artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel for the true treasure vaulted within.

	The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design ~~was~~ held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal assured the device wouldn't be levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.		The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal assured the device wouldn't be levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.

	As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.		As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.

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	This is a vignette reflecting upon events from the perspective of [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]]'s while investigating the [[Orb of Kai]] with his wife and others. Events take place in inside the arcane study within the [[Fenog's Regulars]] lodge located on the outskirts of [[Icemule Trace]] on the evening of Day of the Huntress, the 23rd of Phoenatos in 5124.		This is a vignette reflecting upon events from the perspective of [[Myharl_(prime)\|Myharl]] while investigating the [[Orb of Kai]] with his wife and others. Events take place in inside the arcane study within the [[Fenog's Regulars]] lodge located on the outskirts of [[Icemule Trace]] on the evening of Day of the Huntress, the 23rd of Phoenatos in 5124.
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DUNGEONCRAWLERS: A vignette by Myharl related to the Twilight Stratagem storyline.

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A vignette by Myharl related to the Twilight Stratagem storyline.

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|title=A Hymn for Warriors 
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This is a vignette reflecting upon events from the perspective of [[Myharl_(prime)|Myharl]]'s while investigating the [[Orb of Kai]] with his wife and others. Events take place in inside the arcane study within the [[Fenog's Regulars]] lodge located on the outskirts of [[Icemule Trace]] on the evening of Day of the Huntress, the 23rd of Phoenatos in 5124.
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[[Myharl]] exhaled deeply, the frustration lingering in his expression more than apparent as he haphazardly swept the night-dark feathered mantle he wore back behind his shoulder while rolling his neck.

The artifact, while a masterfully rendered work of art, wasn't particularly impressive as far as magical artifacts went. However, the shifting weight within suggested that perhaps this sphere was simply a vessel for the true treasure vaulted within.

The orb was not solid. Intricately placed, smaller pieces of [[eonake]] comprised the overall shape of the sphere. Each individual piece seemed as if it should be easily shifted out of alignment, yet the complex design was held each firmly interlinked, secured by the filigreed [[adamantine]] band circumventing it. The nigh unbreakable metal assured the device wouldn't be levered apart or shattered. He admired the secure design.

As he slowly turned the sphere in his hand, probing the detailed rendering of muscled figures locked in mock-combat he felt assured this design was in tribute to [[Kai]]. The [[arkati]] seemed to revel in the sport of wrestling, and the posture and pose of many of the figures reflected as much.

As the amber candlelight undulated against the metallic surface of the orb, [[Myharl]]'s thoughts briefly returned to his first inclination to take the sphere to the forge. He was a master weaponsmith and knew that the [[eonake]] would become malleable upon the proper flame, however a steadfast concern that the heat may potentially damage whatever lies within stilled his curiosity in that regard.

No. This was a puzzle. Puzzles have solutions.

Applying pressure to the plates there was a bit of give as they depressed inward before locking steadfast. As had been the case every time before, a melodic plinking imitated from within manifesting a short inspiring melody.

Tilting the orb in another direction and twisting the halves conversely, [[Myharl]] found some give before the pieces again locked into place. As he released the pressure the hemisphere slowly rotated back into its original position, again playing a strange euphonious song that resonated until its self-propelled motion came to a halt.

He repeated the process several times before his eyes widened. His gaze cast down again to the figures depicted in lifelike detail around the surface of the sphere. These were warriors. Not entirely unlike himself — a battle hymn is meant to drive, to rouse. These warriors were waiting to be inspired to battle.

Listening carefully to the notes the sphere played with each concentric movement, he began interrupting the sphere's regression, depressing, turning the sphere repeatedly. A pause before turning again, and yet another turn, each time allowing the sphere to shift back just long enough to piece together a more steady tempo.

Allowing his breaths to fall into the evinced cadence, he continued until he could feel the call of the battle hymn. Then, suddenly, there was a click; a foreign sound from the device...

Before his thoughts could process what had happened, his wife rang out inquisitively in a surprised tone, “Wh-what did you do?”

Shifting his eyes quickly to [[Jastalyn]], he shrugged slightly and deeply replied, “The song was wrong. I tried to fix it.”

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