User:LUNATUNES

Legacy Designator

Some text followed by Legacy Designator

"I was a medic on a ship based out of Loenthra with Yanias a few decades ago. They came to us with immersion foot. I had never heard of anything like it outside of marching armies and even then only in the worst of conditions - walking for days upon days. We were out at sea and conditions were clear. Still confuses me how that could have happened. Where were they walking?"

"I was a medic on a ship based out of Loenthra with Yanias a few decades ago. They came to us with immersion foot. I had never heard of anything like it outside of marching armies and even then only in the worst of conditions - walking for days upon days. We were out at sea and conditions were clear. Still confuses me how that could have happened. Where were they walking?"

|border=none|font=arial|background=B2AFCA}}

Legacy Designator	CER	Services	Legacy Designator	CER	Services	Legacy Designator	CER	Services	Legacy Designator	CER	Services	Legacy Designator	CER	Services
Lightly	1	10	Very Heavily	11	180	Superbly	21	600	Phenomenally	31	1600	Incredibly	41	2700
Lightly	2	20		12	210		22	700		32	1700		42	2900
Fairly	3	30		13	240		23	800		33	1800		43	3100
Fairly	4	40	Exceptionally	14	270		24	900		34	1900		44	3300
Somewhat	5	50	Exceptionally	15	300		25	1000		35	2000		45	2500
Somewhat	6	70	Masterfully	16	340	Expertly	26	1100	Fantastically	36	2100	Wondrously	46	3800
Decently	7	90		17	380		27	1200		37	2200		47	4100
Decently	8	110		18	420		28	1300		38	2300		48	4400
Heavily	9	130		19	460		29	1400		39	2400		49	4700
Heavily	10	150		20	500		30	1500		40	2500		50	5000

The Lost Art of the Rhyme Royal

Ardtin says, "We will begin with lady Elaejia and Lord Aendir, if you will turn your ear their way."

You incline your head.

Aendir smiles.

Orelwen glances between Aendir and yourself.

You set about preparing yourself to be as presentable as possible.

Speaking to you, Aendir asks, "Perhaps explain why we are presenting this, dear Cousin?"

You nod at Aendir.

You pleasantly begin, "My dear cousin," she pauses, glancing at Aendir, "Obliges me on occasion by spending an afternoon perusing the shelves at the Library Aeis looking for horticultural books."

You say, "Having come from Loenthran lands, the flora's preferred climes here occasionally escape me."

You lightly continue, "Recently though, our attention was diverted by a section of new historical research, because he noticed it made mention of a former Loenthran queen."

You smile at Aendir.

Aendir grins.

You say, "We were quite astonished at what we found, and I do hope that you all will be as intrigued as we were."

Rohese smiles.

Aendir nods in agreement.

Ysaeril turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

Orelwen nods understandingly.

Speaking curiously to Aendir, you ask, "Would you like to present the introduction?"

Aendir nods to you.

Ardtin walks over to the bench and settles down.

Aendir removes a sheet of creamy vellum from in his dark kidskin bag.

Ardtin grunts.

Aendir recites:
"Preface to a sampled selection from the personal papers of Cafainiel Illistim, Argent Mirror between 21,067 and 23,788 Illistim."

Aendir says, "These correspondences between former Argent Mirror Cafainiel Illistim and Queen Siskania Loenthra were written shortly after the reign of Cafainiel began. The documents were discovered during a recent audit of the papers of the Council of Thrones."

Aendir says, "The supposed friction between these two leaders has long been a topic of speculation, but more specific details had been obscured until now."

You smile at Ardtin.

Ardtin grumbles.

Aendir says, "What had been known prior to the discovery of these records was only that Queen Siskania inquired with the Argent Mirror about recompense for fostering some distant Illistimi relations, and that the conversation was heated enough to lead to the eventual establishment of the Council of Thrones."

Ardtin says, "Always."

Aendir says, "This exchange between two rulers shines new light on the relationship between these two noble Houses at the time. Unfortunately for the modern historian, the correspondence ends quite suddenly after the final missive presented below."

Aendir says, "Whether what was discovered is the full account of this exchange is unknown, but the dates coincide roughly with entries in Illistimi treasury records indicating a substantial sum being transferred to Ta Loenthra shortly after the final epistle, earmarked in trust for the famed Dawn Sea Skalds."

You interject, "A famed troupe from Loenthra, a favorite of Siskania."

Aendir says, "According to tradition at the time, the correspondence is written in the poetic form known as Rhyme Royal, and each head of state would have taken considerable time crafting her response to fit the strict structure while capturing the full meaning of her intent."

Aendir nods in agreement to you.

Ysaeril whispers something to Elysia.

Aendir says, "The correspondence begins with a letter from Cafainiel Illistim to Siskania Loenthra, and alternates thereafter between the two, ending with the last known response from Siskania to Cafainiel."

Elysia nods in agreement at Ysaeril.

Aendir says, "- Compiled by Hiraani Gael Illistim, Scholar of House Illistim - 22 Oleasta in the year 5119."

Aendir clears his throat.

Cryheart nods.

Aendir tilts his head slightly, turning his attention to you. He regards you in a measured fashion, collecting his thoughts.

Speaking to you, Aendir asks, "Shall we begin?"

Aendir says, "Here we have the Mirror speaking first."

You recite:
"Our dearest Queen Siskania, bright as garnet,
With crown of poesy, song and amethyst soul's shell,
On even dull days, your light shines incarnate."

You recite:
"The work of weaving suits your soft hands not well,
And whispers sly and cruel bring slight burnish, belle."

Ysaeril gives a short little hum of surprise.

You recite:
"We await assured upon sincere regrets
Tendered hither from thy coronet."

Aendir smiles.

Aendir recites:
"Beloved Reflection, we bid you good word
Of faith and cheer, your grace ever in view.
We trust our Winter's thaw hath not been interred."

Aendir recites:
"With confidence you ought not misconstrue
Our clear intent ne'er meant to be untrue."

Aendir recites:
"For as the Peacock rests ever aground,
The Harpsong riseth clear and pure in sound."

Avawren laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Rohese quietly comments, "Oh my!"

You recite:
"Aground you say but fail to understand,
The peacock's plume looms brighter than a song."

You recite:
"Heard and lost with flowing time's quick sand,
While beauty beheld reigns the heart lifelong."

Taraquin laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You recite:
"Fleeting too, the wind of speech headstrong
Storms squall'd, beating in vain a marble palace,
Borne with poise, the ill tuned harp's poor coarseness."

You smirk at Aendir.

Aendir mutters under his breath.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Aendir recites:
"Feather and scroll do not withstand harsh time
Iv'ry tower, silvered glass doth shatter."

Ysaeril clasps her hand over her mouth.

Rohese giggles to herself.

Aendir recites:
"Where word and song doth echo like strong twine
And persist through an age, on shameful matter."

Taraquin chuckles to himself.

Aendir recites:
"One's deeds, while shelved like fine red wine
Ordained to be imbibed with fame or shame.
We take heed of offense, needless blame."

Aendir folds his arms over his chest.

You shake your head.

You recite:
"Indeed we see now, truest color of the harp,
Affinity with Sun's fleeting offspring
Hath made strings plucked ring sour, nay, e'en sharp."

Rohese presses a hand to her chest, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

You recite:
"We pray thee soon recall thy blood, pure flowing
And cleave to East more than to West's keening."

You recite:
"A soothing word, spoke all in softness may
Bring swift end to churlish disarray"

Avawren covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Aendir recites:
"Knowledge, is the key to eternity.
Ware what lies hidden, pain of truth revealed,
Unveiling one's false paternity."

Rohese giggles to herself.

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

Aendir recites:
"Regretful tale, so anxiously concealed.
To Her clear reason, we hath appealed."

Lynaera laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Jossarian chuckles to himself.

Taraquin buries his face in his hands.

Taraquin laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Aendir recites:
"Harp, The Rose, Wyvern, and Leaf.
Word could reach and flood each Fief."

You smile at Aendir.

Taraquin whispers something to Jossarian.

Taraquin chuckles.

Aendir says, "The correspondence either ends here, or further letters have been lost with time."

Ysaeril flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Rohese softly exclaims, "Well!"

Aendir says, "We thank the Mirror and her Council for allowing us to present this piece of shared history."

Jossarian winks at Taraquin.
Rohese applauds politely.
Silima applauds politely.
Ardtin says, "Hrm."
Cryheart applauds.
Raeshya applauds.
Maylan applauds loudly.
Avawren applauds politely.
Wolfloner nods.
Rovvigen applauds.
Aendir's bow is graceful, if perfunctory. He follows the bow with a brief nod of his head.
Jossarian nods approvingly.
Rovvigen grins.
Sweetsin applauds.
Beldarran applauds.

Hands moving gracefully, you sink down in a formal curtsy.
Taraquin places a hand over his heart.

Ardtin says, "Mirrors should speak plain... Just say what you mean."

Taraquin applauds warmly.
Bristenn applauds politely.
Jossarian applauds politely.
Lynaera applauds politely.
Miraia applauds.
Kalaine applauds.

Speaking softly to Aendir, Rohese exclaims, "Quite a find!"

Aendir grins at Ardtin.
Ifanna claps her hands together in delight!
Ysaeril nods in agreement at Ardtin.
Aendir put a sheet of creamy vellum in his dark kidskin bag.

Rohese softly says, "Thank you both for sharing such an amazing insight."

Rohese smiles.

Cryheart adopts an agreeable expression.

Ardtin says, "And listen to their elders."

Speaking mildly in Elven to Ardtin, Taraquin agrees, "But of course."

Ardtin grumbles.
Rovvigen agrees with Rohese.
Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Rovvigen hugs Sweetsin.

You say, "I found the double meanings to be quite fascinating, a true artform."

Orelwen says, "I find it rather... fun to discourse in such a poetic manner."

Speaking in Elven, Taraquin bemusedly quips, "Quite a find."

Ardtin says, "Excellently told though."

Aendir graciously says, "Thank you."
Jossarian nods in agreement to you.

Orelwen says, "Even should words get heated, there is a slight romanticism to the words."

Rohese smiles.

Ardtin says, "And a treasure that should be on display in the museum."

You smile at Ardtin.
Silima nods in agreement at Orelwen.
Taraquin nods absently at Orelwen.

Speaking to Orelwen, you agree, "Just so."

Rohese nods in agreement at Ardtin.

Sweetsin agrees with Ardtin.

Ardtin says, "I will talk to them scholars to see about adding it when they finish renovating."

Ritual Dagger

					Right hand		Left hand
	Dagger bloody (Y/N)	Circle present (Y/N, Type)	Position (Standing/Kneeling/Prone)	Cut or Symbol (Y/N, Type)	Mid Grip	Low Grip	Mid Grip	Low Grip
PULL	No	No			You hold your dagger out in front of you, and as you whisper quietly, you bring your dagger down to the ground, dragging it through the sand to create a large ritual circle.	You drag your dagger through the sand, creating a large ritual circle.	Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.
	Yes	No			You hold your dagger out in front of you, and as you whisper quietly, fresh blood fairly streams down from the blade, resolving itself along the ground into a large ritual circle.	You trace your dagger along the ground, drawing a large ritual circle.
	No	Yes, blood			You drag your dagger along a large ritual circle drawn in fresh blood, tracing a series of symbols on the circle and simultaneously coating the blade with the fresh blood.	n/a
	No	Yes, sand			You trace your dagger along the path of a large ritual circle drawn in the sand in a series of symbols.	You take slow, deliberate steps along the edge of a large ritual circle drawn in [fresh blood/the sand], slanting your dagger down and outward from you, as if driving unwanted influences away from the circle.
	Yes	Yes, blood			You trace the tip of your dagger through a large ritual circle drawn in fresh blood, reinforcing its shape with the fresh blood on your dagger.
	Yes	Yes, sand				You confidently move about the perimeter of a large ritual circle drawn in [fresh blood/the sand] and apply a light touch of blood from your dagger to it in order to to seal the circle.
PULL AT [person]	No	No			Using your dagger, you drag your dagger (sic, typo, dagger is repeated needlessly) through the sand around [person], drawing a large ritual circle.	You drag your dagger through the sand around [person], drawing a large ritual circle.
	Yes	No			Using your dagger, you trace fresh blood along the ground around [person], drawing a large ritual circle.	Using your dagger, you trace fresh blood along the ground around [person], drawing a large ritual circle.
POUR (ritual liquid flask) on dagger					You carefully pour your [liquid] potion over one side of your dagger's blade, then turn it to similarly drench the other side. Some of the [liquid] seeps into the blade's surface.	Same as mid-grip.
POUR (alcohol) on dagger					You carefully pour your [drink] over one side of your dagger's blade, then turn it to similarly drench the other side, effectively sanitizing it.	Same as mid-grip.
POINT dagger					POINT dagger: Change cut category, not visible, see analyze.	You crouch slightly, a comical grin fixed on your face as you murmur a quiet prayer to [Arkati] while mock-drawing your dagger across your neck. You then pretend to gag and choke on your own blood.	Change cut choice in category, not visible, see analyze.	Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.
POINT dagger	Yes		Standing		You circle around in a predatory manner, brandishing your dagger threateningly.	You crouch slightly, a cold smile fixed on your face as you murmur a quiet prayer to [Arkati] while mock-drawing your dagger across your neck.	Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.
	Yes		Kneeling/Prone		You eye your surroundings casually and flash your dagger, clearly not intending any menace with it.	You make no secret of your amusement while making stabbing motions with your dagger.
POINT dagger at [self/person]	Yes		Standing		You circle around [the area/[target] in a predatory manner, brandishing your dagger threateningly.	You crouch slightly, a cold smile fixed on your face as you murmur a quiet prayer to [person] while mock-drawing your dagger across your neck, clearly threatening [anyone who dares look at you/[person].
	Yes		Kneeling/Prone			Same as pointing with no target.
	No					As you chant a quiet intonation, you use your dagger to trace a [symbol] on [your/[person's] [set location], just lightly enough to avoid breaking the skin.
	Yes		Kneeling/Prone		You eye [the area/[target] suspiciously and flash your knife at it with menacing intent.
POINT dagger at [object]	No				You subtly point your dagger at [object] and hiss out a low, incoherent series of sounds.
	Yes					You make no secret of your amusement while making stabbing motions at [object].
POINT dagger at [self/joined person]	Create temporary scarring, Tier 2.
WAVE dagger	No				Chanting in a low voice to [Arkati], you wave your dagger in each of the cardinal directions, weaving the blade in simple, ritualistic fashion as you progress through each one.	You throw your arms to the sky and whisper a prayer to [Arkati]. Then with careful precision, you effortlessly wave your dagger in a pattern consisting of a [symbol].	Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.
	Yes			No, symbol	Chanting in a low voice to [Arkati], you wave your dagger in each of the cardinal directions, flinging droplets of fresh blood outward from the blade as you progress through each one.	Chanting fervently to [Arkati], you weave your dagger through the air, drawing a [symbol]. Blood seeps out of the tip of the blade as you paint the pattern, which remains suspended in mid-air.
	Yes			Yes, symbol		You call out to [Arkati] as you trace the tip of your dagger's blade over a [symbol] of blood suspended mid-air, further defining the pattern, which glows briefly from the infusion of blood.
WAVE dagger at [self]	No				Uttering a zealous prayer to [Arkati], you wave your dagger in a complex manner, then hold it out in front of you. You run your hand down the flat of the blade and out beyond it, fingers splayed wide.	As you chant zealously to [Arkati], you weave your dagger in a circle around yourself in a [symbol].
WAVE dagger at [person]	No				Uttering a zealous prayer to [Arkati], you circle around [person], weaving your dagger in an intricate pattern around [him/her].	As you chant zealously to [Arkati], you weave your dagger around [person], drawing an invisible pattern of a [symbol] in the air.
	Yes				Uttering a zealous prayer to [Arkati], you weave dagger in a complex manner around [target], then hold it [over target, approx], allowing droplets of fresh blood to [drip on target, approx].	As you chant fervently to [Arkati] and weave your dagger in a circle around [yourself/person], the fresh blood on its blade boils, bubbling rapidly for a moment.
WAVE dagger at [object]	No				You point your dagger at a [object] and weave the blade in an intricate pattern through the air.
CLENCH / ATTEND	Not visible, see analyze.
NUDGE	No				With your dagger held high, you throw your head back, arching your body slightly, as you release a heathen scream.		Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.
	Yes				You hold your dagger out in front of you and bow in a reverent manner, then carefully set it down upon the ground. / As you rise to your feet, you press your palms together in a prayer-like gesture. You separate your hands and spread them, palm-up, out in front of you as you invoke a curse from [Arkati]. / Returning to your original position, you retrieve your dagger.	Same as mid-grip, except a BLESSING instead of CURSE is invoked.
NUDGE dagger at [self]	No			No	With careful precision, you use your dagger to slice a long, deep line across your left palm. Blood immediately pools along the surface of the cut. / You wipe the blade clean.	You kneel and bow your head over your dagger. You close your eyes and remain still for a moment before returning to your previous position.
	No			Yes	You run your dagger down the middle of the cut on your left palm, further slicing into the existing wound. Blood coats the blade and runs down your hand and fingers.	You kneel and bow your head over your dagger, pressing the hilt into your cut. Pain spikes through you as you close your eyes and remain still for a moment before returning to your previous position.
	Yes			No	Slashing your dagger toward the sky, fresh blood dripping from the blade, your voice takes on a syrupy sweet quality as you invoke a curse for your own purposes from [Arkati].	Same as mid-grip, except a "blessing" instead of a "curse" is invoked.
NUDGE dagger at [joined person]	No			No	You press the edge of your dagger's blade against [person's] left palm, indicating that you'd like to cut it. [person] will need to approve what you intend. / With careful precision, you use your dagger to slice a long, deep line across [person's] left palm. Blood immediately pools along the surface of the cut. / You wipe the blade clean.
	No			Yes	You run the flat of your dagger's blade along the open cut on [person's] right palm, coating it in [his/her] blood.	Same as mid-grip.
	No			Yes (both parties)	Briefly setting your dagger (sic, typo, should be "on the ground"), you grasp [person's] right hand in your own. You press your palms together, the blood from [his/her] cut and your cut mingling together until you release [him/her].	Same as mid-grip, except the wounds are healed as indicated by the following added sentence: / As you lift your hand away, the two wounds heal of their own accord.
	Yes				Slashing your dagger toward [target], fresh blood dripping from the blade, your voice takes on a hoarse quality as you request a curse for [him/her] from [Arkati].	Same as mid-grip, except a "blessing" instead of a "curse" is invoked.
TURN	No				You turn your dagger toward your heart and bow your head, eyes cast downward.	Adeptly handling your dagger, you focus your thoughts as you violently flick your wrist outward, leveling the point of the blade away from you.
	Yes				Focusing your thoughts, you place your dagger (sic, typo, is always just "dagger" but should be the actual noun) on the ground and, with a quick motion, set it to spinning. It rotates quickly, then suddenly stops, the tip of the blade pointing in a [random] direction.	Adeptly handling your dagger, you violently flick your wrist outward and turn it in a slight arc, sending droplets of fresh blood splattering all over the ground.
TURN dagger at [self]	No				You turn your dagger toward your heart and press it against your chest, then bow your head, eyes cast downward.	You draw the flat side of the blade of your dagger across your lips, whispering to it before flinging your hand up toward the air and releasing your thoughts to [Arkati].
	Yes				You turn your dagger's blade so that the tip rests against your finger. Focusing your thoughts on your intent, you lightly push down, carefully slicing into the flesh and drawing forth a thin thread of blood.	Adeptly handling your dagger, you turn the blade toward yourself, then violently flick your wrist in a range of motion, the ritualized gestures sending droplets of blood splattering all over you.
TURN dagger at [object]	Yes				You turn your dagger's blade so that the tip rests against your finger. Focusing your thoughts on your intent, you lightly push down, carefully slicing into the flesh and drawing forth a thin thread of blood. You press your finger against a [object].
TURN dagger at [person]	No				You turn your dagger toward [person]'s heart and bow your head, eyes cast downward.	Adeptly handling dagger, you violently flick your wrist several times, then you level the blade in [person'] direction.
	Yes					Adeptly handling your dagger, you violently flick your wrist several times, the ritualized gestures sending droplets of fresh blood splattering all over [person].
TURN dagger at [joined person]	Yes				You turn your vultite butcher dagger's blade so that the tip rests against [person's] finger. Focusing your thoughts on your intent, you lightly push down, carefully slicing into [his/her] flesh and drawing forth a thin thread of blood.
CLEAN	No				You tap a finger against the blade of your dagger. [or] You run a finger along the edge of your dagger's blade.	Same as mid-grip
	Yes				You raise your dagger to your lips and whisper a soft phrase to it. As you move it out in front of you, the blood lifts up away from it in a steady stream and dissipates.	You wipe your dagger against [worn item], cleaning the blade off.	Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.	Spitting some saliva into your hand, you scrub at your dagger until it is shiny clean.
CLEAN dagger with [self]	No				You tap a finger against the blade of your dagger, tuning out the world as you contemplate various schemes and dreams that flit through your mind.		Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.
	Yes				Raising your dagger toward your face, you languorously lick the blood from the blade until it is shiny clean.	You run the backside of your palm along the dagger's blade, wiping it clean.
CLEAN dagger with [object]	No				You tap a finger against the blade of your dagger as you contemplate [object].	Same as mid-grip
	Yes				You wipe your dagger's blade against your [object] in a poor attempt to clean it off.
CLEAN dagger with [person]	No				You tap a finger against the blade of your dagger, quietly smiling at [person] as you contemplate what you'd like to do to [him/her] with it.
	Yes				Raising your dagger toward your face as you stare at [target], you languorously lick the blood from the blade until it is shiny clean.	Glancing over at [person], you run the backside of your palm along the dagger, wiping it clean. Then you wipe your palm across [his/her] cheek.	Same as right hand, with affected hand reversed.	Grinning companionably, you lean toward [person] and, using [his/her] [worn object], wipe your dagger's blade clean.

User:LUNATUNES

The Lost Art of the Rhyme Royal

Ritual Dagger

Navigation menu

Search