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NAAMIT: /* Chapter Nine: When the Mirror Speaks, the Reflection Lies */

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Chapter Nine: When the Mirror Speaks, the Reflection Lies

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	== Chapter Nine: When the Mirror Speaks, the Reflection Lies ==		== Chapter Nine: When the Mirror Speaks, the Reflection Lies ==

	News of the sisters' exploits echoed far and wide indeed. Bolbeli, ever the boastful giantkin warrior, reveled in her victories, ego swelling with each conquest~~, telling stories to the children of Silveruud~~. Lonmala, consumed by avarice, amassed wealth through dubious means, her hunger for riches insatiable but not entirely dishonest either; she picked up a job at the bank of all places.		News of the sisters' exploits echoed far and wide indeed. Their stories were told to the children of the Issimir, carried on migratory tongues. Bolbeli, ever the boastful giantkin warrior, reveled in her victories, ego swelling with each conquest. Lonmala, consumed by avarice, amassed wealth through dubious means, her hunger for riches insatiable but not entirely dishonest either; she picked up a job at the bank of all places. Meanwhile Nolkari, once a prodigy, had succumbed to the whispers of the silver orb. Her mind fractured and her speech occasionally a stream of nonsensical ramblings while she volunteered sorting books in the Library. The seeds of suspicion for her were sown with Lonmala's birthday gift – the voucher for the ''Night at the Academy'' adventure tour. Nolkari's relentless search for the silver orb had borne no fruit, yet the academy tour, strangely silent on the orb's whereabouts, led her right to it.

	Meanwhile Nolkari, once a prodigy, had succumbed to the whispers of the silver orb. Her mind fractured and her speech occasionally a stream of nonsensical ramblings while she volunteered sorting books in the Library. The seeds of suspicion for her were sown with Lonmala's birthday gift – the voucher for the "Night at the Academy'' adventure tour. Nolkari's relentless search for the silver orb had borne no fruit, yet the academy tour, strangely silent on the orb's whereabouts, led her right to it.

	The serendipity was outside the realm of probability. It all felt too orchestrated.		The serendipity was outside the realm of probability. It all felt too orchestrated.

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	{{creative-work \| title = Kelleron, artifice of an Issimir Giantkin's kegritsha in pieces\| type = short story\| author = Naamit\| author-displayed = [[Naamit (prime)\|Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani]] and the Bloody Harpies \| date = 2024-04-04}}		{{creative-work \| title = Kelleron, artifice of an Issimir Giantkin's kegritsha in pieces\| type = short story\| author = Naamit\| author-displayed = [[Naamit (prime)\|Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani]] and the Bloody Harpies \| date = 2024-04-04}}

	The working title for this ~~Issimir giantkin~~ short story is called Kelleron, artifice of an Issimir Giantkin's kegritsha in pieces		The working title for this short story is called Kelleron, artifice of an [[Issimir Ogre Clan\|Issimir]] [[Giantkin]]'s kegritsha in pieces

	== Prologue ==		== Prologue ==

NAAMIT: /* Chapter Seven: The Rapacity of Lonmala */

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Chapter Seven: The Rapacity of Lonmala

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	Lonmala craved the orb's power, the promise of overcoming any obstacle. Her initial resolve to reject it crumbled under the weight of her desperate need to save her sisters. Bolbeli's pride needed curbing, Nolkari's misplaced confidence needed correction. With the orb, she could guide them, protect them, force them to see reason.		Lonmala craved the orb's power, the promise of overcoming any obstacle. Her initial resolve to reject it crumbled under the weight of her desperate need to save her sisters. Bolbeli's pride needed curbing, Nolkari's misplaced confidence needed correction. With the orb, she could guide them, protect them, force them to see reason.

	The playful fight escalated. One of the older boys snatched the orb and ran, a trail of laughter echoing across the sand. ~~Desperate,~~ ~~Lonmala~~ ~~abandoned~~ the ~~woman's teachings~~, ~~the~~ ~~lessons~~ ~~about~~ ~~inner~~ ~~strength~~ ~~fading~~ ~~under~~ ~~the~~ ~~burning~~ ~~sun~~. ~~She~~ ~~lunged~~ ~~after~~ ~~the~~ ~~boy,~~ ~~tackling~~ ~~him~~ ~~with~~ a ~~force~~ ~~that~~ ~~surprised~~ ~~even~~ ~~her~~.		The playful fight escalated. One of the older boys snatched the orb and ran, a trail of laughter echoing across the sand. She lunged after the boy, tackling him with a force that surprised even her. The other children, momentarily stunned, then swarmed. Their playful fight morphed into a feral struggle, fueled by a territorial instinct far beyond their age.

		⚫	Lonmala fought back, her movements fueled not by resilience, but by a simmering rage. Sand flew, cries pierced the air, the silver orb lay forgotten in the dust. As the dust settled, Lonmala stood panting, the children scattering back, fear replacing their earlier mirth.
	The other children, momentarily stunned, then swarmed. Their playful fight morphed into a feral struggle, fueled by a territorial instinct far beyond their age. Lonmala fought back, her movements fueled not by resilience, but by a simmering rage.

		⚫	She snatched the orb, its cool metal surface offering no comfort. Lonmala gripped the orb tightly, a bitter taste in her mouth. She had succumbed to her baser instincts, the very antithesis of the resilience she sought to buidl.
⚫	Sand flew, cries pierced the air, the silver orb lay forgotten in the dust. As the dust settled, Lonmala stood panting, the children scattering back, fear replacing their earlier mirth~~. Lonmala snatched the orb, its cool metal surface offering no comfort~~.

⚫	She ~~secured~~ the orb, ~~but~~ at ~~what~~ ~~cost?~~ ~~The~~ ~~woman's words echoed in the silence~~. Lonmala gripped the orb tightly, a bitter taste in her mouth. She had succumbed to her baser instincts, the very antithesis of the resilience she sought.

	Leaving the snowasis, Lonmala carried a heavy burden – the orb, a symbol of her failure, and a growing darkness within her that threatened to consume the last vestiges of her self-control. She had what she thought she needed, but the victory tasted like ash on her tongue. The path to saving her sisters seemed to stretch before her, not paved with resilience, but with the shadows of her own rapacity.		Leaving the snowasis, Lonmala carried a heavy burden – the orb, a symbol of her failure, and a growing darkness within her that threatened to consume the last vestiges of her self-control. She had what she thought she needed, but the victory tasted like ash on her tongue. The path to saving her sisters seemed to stretch before her, not paved with resilience, but with the shadows of her own rapacity.

NAAMIT: Outcomes.

2024-06-28T00:39:11Z

Outcomes.

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NAAMIT: /* Chapter Zero: Bolbeli and the Bard */

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Chapter Zero: Bolbeli and the Bard

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	Lonmala shot Bolbeli a questioning look. "No drunken sing-alongs?"		Lonmala shot Bolbeli a questioning look. "No drunken sing-alongs?"

	Bolbeli slammed a fist on ~~the~~ ~~table~~, a feral grin splitting her face. "She don't even drink! Darker, sister! Darker than a troll's dungeon! A story so horrifying, it makes even the toughest warrior wanna wet their pants!"		Bolbeli slammed a fist into her opposite palm, a feral grin splitting her face. "She don't even drink! Darker, sister! Darker than a troll's dungeon! A story so horrifying, it makes even the toughest warrior wanna wet their pants!"

			Nolkari rolled her eyes.

	With a heavy thud, the sisters pushed open the creaky tavern door. A cacophony of laughter and the rhythmic strum of a lute washed over them. At the center of the room sat Atmakina, a woman etched with the lines of countless tales, her eyes glinting with a hint of unsettling amusement. The air hung heavy with woodsmoke and ale, the patrons a tapestry of boisterous revelry.		With a heavy thud, the sisters pushed open the creaky tavern door. A cacophony of laughter and the rhythmic strum of a lute washed over them. At the center of the room sat Atmakina, a woman etched with the lines of countless tales, her eyes glinting with a hint of unsettling amusement. The air hung heavy with woodsmoke and ale, the patrons a tapestry of boisterous revelry.
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	Intrigued by the bold approach, Atmakina leaned back in her chair to reveal a single silver orb glinting between her breasts. "A darkness, you say? Entertain me then, my bold child."		Intrigued by the bold approach, Atmakina leaned back in her chair to reveal a single silver orb glinting between her breasts. "A darkness, you say? Entertain me then, my bold child."

	Bolbeli puffed out her chest and launched into a chilling narrative. A tale of a king obsessed with preserving not just the trophies of his hunt, but his entire court, and then the village beyond. What first started as caryatid columns outside his palace, quickly spiraled out of control. The king, she boomed, replaced his courtiers with meticulously crafted stone effigies - their vacant eyes, frozen smiles, and lifelike flesh a constant reminder of his own mortality. Bolbeli painted a picture of a court populated by taxidermied corpses, their vacant stares a constant reminder of the king's morbid quest to preserve his own life.		Bolbeli puffed out her chest and launched into a chilling narrative: A tale of a king obsessed with preserving not just the trophies of his hunt, but his entire court, and then the village beyond. What first started as caryatid columns outside his palace, quickly spiraled out of control. The king, she boomed, replaced his courtiers with meticulously crafted stone effigies - their vacant eyes, frozen smiles, and lifelike flesh a constant reminder of his own mortality. Bolbeli painted a picture of a court populated by taxidermied corpses, their vacant stares a constant reminder of the king's morbid quest to preserve his own life.

	The tavern's patrons, initially boisterous, fidgeted on their stools, the image sending shivers down spines. By the time Bolbeli finished, a tense silence had fallen. Atmakina, however, wasn't gripped by horror. Instead, a slow, sadistic smile stretched across her face. A laugh, dark and cruel, erupted from her lips, echoing through the tavern like the scraping of bones. It wasn't a laugh of fear, but of a predator savoring the morbid artistry of the story.		The tavern's patrons, initially boisterous, fidgeted on their stools, the image sending shivers down spines. By the time Bolbeli finished, a tense silence had fallen. Atmakina, however, wasn't gripped by horror. Instead, a slow, sadistic smile stretched across her face. A laugh, dark and cruel, erupted from her lips, echoing through the tavern like the scraping of bones. It wasn't a laugh of fear, but of a predator savoring the morbid artistry of the story.
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	The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, a silent pact sealed. One orb secured, two more to go, and perhaps a taste of their own twisted game along the way. The challenge had just begun, and they weren't playing by Atmakina's rules, they were playing their own.		The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, a silent pact sealed. One orb secured, two more to go, and perhaps a taste of their own twisted game along the way. The challenge had just begun, and they weren't playing by Atmakina's rules, they were playing their own.

	=== Chapter One: A Bard's Tale ===		=== Chapter One: A Bard's Tale ===

NAAMIT: /* Prologue */ The Kelleron orbs have chosen!

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Prologue: The Kelleron orbs have chosen!

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	=== Prologue ===		=== Prologue ===
			The Kelleron Orbs: Lessons in Issimir Loyalty. Bolbeli, Lonmala, and Nolkari were sisters who ignored their vows to one another.

			As the eldest sister, Bolbeli carried a swaggering confidence that often bordered on arrogance, but she strove to take care of her sisters. The youngest, Nolkari was known for her lust for knowledge which led her into a dangerous downward spiral. When sharp her mind, she found solutions where brute force failed. Yet the middle sister, Lonmala, embodied unwavering determination, and a penchant for sleight of hand. Though less physically imposing than Bolbeli, she was scrappy as a street rat and had the scars to prove it.
	Stay tuned :)

			Their strengths were unmatched and judgment often clouded by impulsiveness.

			Some would call them greedy.

			Here are just a few of their stories, many of which are inexplicably absent.

			===Chapter Zero: Bolbeli and the Bard===
			A storm raged outside The Roaring Cougar, the wind a banshee's wail clawing at the rickety tavern. Still outside, Lonmala, Bolbeli, and Nolkari huddled for warmth, their breath misting in the frigid air. Ale wasn't their desire, but instead, the silver orbs rumored to be in Atmakina's possession. Legend spoke of a twisted game: make her laugh thrice, and the orbs were yours.

			Bolbeli, the warrior more comfortable with axe than anecdote, surprisingly took charge. "Forget flowery ballads and bawdy limericks," she rumbled, her voice a low growl. "Atmakina feasts on darkness. We need a tale so morbid, so grotesque it yanks a laugh straight outta her pierced heart!"

			Nolkari, a hint of unease flickering in her eyes, nodded curtly. "Exactly. We paint a picture so chilling, so delightfully disturbing, it tickles that dark corner of her soul."

			Lonmala shot Bolbeli a questioning look. "No drunken sing-alongs?"

			Bolbeli slammed a fist on the table, a feral grin splitting her face. "She don't even drink! Darker, sister! Darker than a troll's dungeon! A story so horrifying, it makes even the toughest warrior wanna wet their pants!"

			With a heavy thud, the sisters pushed open the creaky tavern door. A cacophony of laughter and the rhythmic strum of a lute washed over them. At the center of the room sat Atmakina, a woman etched with the lines of countless tales, her eyes glinting with a hint of unsettling amusement. The air hung heavy with woodsmoke and ale, the patrons a tapestry of boisterous revelry.

			Bolbeli, never one for subtlety, stomped forward, her voice a booming challenge. "Atmakina, weaver of twisted skeins!" she bellowed. "We come not with silly songs or forced merriment. We bring you darkness, a tale whispered among shadowed alleys."

			Intrigued by the bold approach, Atmakina leaned back in her chair to reveal a single silver orb glinting between her breasts. "A darkness, you say? Entertain me then, my bold child."

			Bolbeli puffed out her chest and launched into a chilling narrative. A tale of a king obsessed with preserving not just the trophies of his hunt, but his entire court, and then the village beyond. What first started as caryatid columns outside his palace, quickly spiraled out of control. The king, she boomed, replaced his courtiers with meticulously crafted stone effigies - their vacant eyes, frozen smiles, and lifelike flesh a constant reminder of his own mortality. Bolbeli painted a picture of a court populated by taxidermied corpses, their vacant stares a constant reminder of the king's morbid quest to preserve his own life.

			The tavern's patrons, initially boisterous, fidgeted on their stools, the image sending shivers down spines. By the time Bolbeli finished, a tense silence had fallen. Atmakina, however, wasn't gripped by horror. Instead, a slow, sadistic smile stretched across her face. A laugh, dark and cruel, erupted from her lips, echoing through the tavern like the scraping of bones. It wasn't a laugh of fear, but of a predator savoring the morbid artistry of the story.

			As the laughter subsided, tears streamed down Atmakina's face, but they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of twisted pleasure. "One down," she rasped, her voice dripping with amusement. "Just one. Impressive, warrior. You have a talent for the macabre."

			While Atmakina's attention was fully focused on Bolbeli, a flicker of opportunity shone in Lonmala's eyes. With the patience of a cat on the hunt, she eyed up the bard's instrument case giving herself silent promise of the future.

			The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, a silent pact sealed. One orb secured, two more to go, and perhaps a taste of their own twisted game along the way. The challenge had just begun, and they weren't playing by Atmakina's rules, they were playing their own.
	=== Chapter One: A Bard's Tale ===		=== Chapter One: A Bard's Tale ===

NAAMIT: edits and fixes.

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edits and fixes.

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	Nirri shivered as he cupped his frothy mug of milk. "A snowy labyrinth? Sounds even spookier! Could this be where we find the orbs of Kelleron?"		Nirri shivered as he cupped his frothy mug of milk. "A snowy labyrinth? Sounds even spookier! Could this be where we find the orbs of Kelleron?"

	Atmakina replied vaguely, "Perhaps. Legends rarely reveal their secrets easily. But," her eyes twinkled, "the snowy labyrinth holds echoes of the past. Celiel, a ~~water~~ elemental, is said to be ~~frozen~~ within its heart, and her ~~slumber~~ prevents avalanches."		Atmakina replied vaguely, "Perhaps. Legends rarely reveal their secrets easily. But," her eyes twinkled, "the snowy labyrinth holds echoes of the past. Celiel, a great elemental, is said to be sleep within its heart, and her stillness prevents avalanches."

	Nokki scoffed. "Another riddle? Another quest?" Nirri punched Nokki in the hip. "STOP IT!"		Nokki scoffed. "Another riddle? Another quest?" Nirri punched Nokki in the hip. "STOP IT!"
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	The children exchanged sheepish glances. Realization dawned on Nikka's face. "The silver wrapper! We... we ate everything!"		The children exchanged sheepish glances. Realization dawned on Nikka's face. "The silver wrapper! We... we ate everything!"

	Atmakina chuckled, a glint in her eye. "A valuable lesson learned, wouldn't you say? But luckily, I happen to have a spare." Reaching into a hidden pouch on her belt, she revealed a single, glimmering silver orb identical to the one that encased delicious chocolate treats. The Weeping Eye symbol gleamed proudly on its surface.		Atmakina chuckled, a glint in her eye. "A valuable lesson learned, wouldn't you say? But luckily, I happen to have a spare." Reaching into a hidden pouch on her belt, she revealed a single, glimmering silver orb identical to the one that encased delicious chocolate treats. The Weeping Eye symbol gleamed proudly on its surface, interconnectedness of its linework clearly matched up in a way nearly impossible to reconstruct from their treats..

	The children's eyes widened with excitement. Nikka grasped the orb carefully, a sense of wonder washing over her, but she noticed it had a particular nose tingling odor.		The children's eyes widened with excitement. Nikka grasped the orb carefully, a sense of wonder washing over her, but she noticed it had a particular nose tingling odor.

NAAMIT: /* Chapter Six: Overture */

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Chapter Six: Overture

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	"Excellent!" Atmakina rasped wetly, her voice regaining its usual cheer. "The snowy labyrinth awaits, and stories it holds for brave adventurers like yourselves."		"Excellent!" Atmakina rasped wetly, her voice regaining its usual cheer. "The snowy labyrinth awaits, and stories it holds for brave adventurers like yourselves."

	With hearts pounding with anticipation, the two younger children allowed Atmakina back to her task. ~~Norri~~ had little to say as they re-entered the setting sun cast an orange glow across the horizon as the children reentered fresh air. The silver orb, a tangible piece of their quest, felt quite warm in Nikka's hand now. No longer just children seeking answers – they were explorers, ready to face the unknown and icy challenges of the snowy labyrinth with the wisdom of their new and powerful friend, the bard Atmakina.		With hearts pounding with anticipation, the two younger children allowed Atmakina back to her task. Nokki had little to say as they re-entered the setting sun cast an orange glow across the horizon as the children reentered fresh air. The silver orb, a tangible piece of their quest, felt quite warm in Nikka's hand now. No longer just children seeking answers – they were explorers, ready to face the unknown and icy challenges of the snowy labyrinth with the wisdom of their new and powerful friend, the bard Atmakina.

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	Atmakina's smile turned enigmatic. "This orb is not made of chocolate, if that’s what you are thinking child," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "It may hold the key to navigating the snowy labyrinth. Legends speak of its power as a beacon, guiding you through the icy maze where secrets whisper in the wind that drives men mad."		Atmakina's smile turned enigmatic. "This orb is not made of chocolate, if that’s what you are thinking child," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "It may hold the key to navigating the snowy labyrinth. Legends speak of its power as a beacon, guiding you through the icy maze where secrets whisper in the wind that drives men mad."

	A heartbeat of surprised silence followed. ~~Nikka~~, skeptical, chimed in, "But Atmakina, it smells like choc...!”		A heartbeat of surprised silence followed. Nokki, skeptical, chimed in, "But Atmakina, it smells like choc...!”

	Atmakina's eyes flickered with something bordering on impatience as she cut the girl off, "Ah, that's the beauty of legends, little one. The power lies in believing. This orb could be a key, a beacon, or perhaps… just a delicious treat. But the magic unfolds only if you're willing to take a chance, and I will tell you now you will not succeed without this silver orb."		Atmakina's eyes flickered with something bordering on impatience as she cut the girl off, "Ah, that's the beauty of legends, little one. The power lies in believing. This orb could be a key, a beacon, or perhaps… just a delicious treat. But the magic unfolds only if you're willing to take a chance, and I will tell you now you will not succeed without this silver orb."
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	The weight of the orb felt heavier in Nikka's hand as she contemplated her options. Far too many potential scenarios for a child to reasonably muddle through, yet there was a potential it really a powerful tool. Or a playful trick? The uncertainty thrummed through her, but it was overshadowed by a thrill of anticipation. Collective grins erupted upon both Nirri and Nikka's faces as they scrambled to their feet.		The weight of the orb felt heavier in Nikka's hand as she contemplated her options. Far too many potential scenarios for a child to reasonably muddle through, yet there was a potential it really a powerful tool. Or a playful trick? The uncertainty thrummed through her, but it was overshadowed by a thrill of anticipation. Collective grins erupted upon both Nirri and Nikka's faces as they scrambled to their feet.

	Atmakina's words ignited a spark of determination within the two younger children -- But not Nokki. He suddenly grew silent, allowing everything to play out at an arm's length.		Atmakina's words ignited a spark of determination within the two younger children -- But not Nokki. Cut off, he suddenly grew silent, allowing everything to play out at a generous arm's length.

	"Excellent!" Atmakina rasped wetly, her voice regaining its usual cheer. "The snowy labyrinth awaits, and stories it holds for brave adventurers like yourselves."		"Excellent!" Atmakina rasped wetly, her voice regaining its usual cheer. "The snowy labyrinth awaits, and stories it holds for brave adventurers like yourselves."

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	Perhaps the symbol on the chocolate foils, and the information they gleaned from the banker's riddle, would unlock another piece of the puzzle of this Kelleron business.		Perhaps the symbol on the chocolate foils, and the information they gleaned from the banker's riddle, would unlock another piece of the puzzle of this Kelleron business.


	=== Chapter Six: Overture ===		=== Chapter Six: Overture ===