Order of the Sphere and Scythe/Tales of Divination/Tales of Divination - The Fortune Case (log)

This log is from the Order of the Sphere and Scythe lecture series entitled Tales of Divination. This lecture, held on May 19, 2019, was on The Fortune Case and the speaker was House Seer Rovvigen.

Editor’s note: Many of the ambient noises or individuals interacting with each other outside of the scope of the events of the night have been removed from this retelling. Grammar and spelling has been corrected for ease of understanding. Actions have been combined in places to reduce the length while maintaining the atmosphere. Some conversational pieces that were meant to happen sequentially but did not due to the nature of parsing speech in the game (i.e., player A says one piece of information, player B asks a question, player A continues with more information, then player A answers the question) have been reordered (e.g., player A says both pieces of information, player B asks a question, player A answers the question) in every situation where it makes sense to do so and doesn’t disrupt the actual proceedings.

Event

Attendees: Grand Lady Kaseopea, Lord Katze, Great Lady Kylert, Envoy Leafiara, Luscale, House Cleric Mikalmas, Relic Hunter Ordim, Otreagilon, Lord Poxs, Rakalef, House Seer Rovvigen, Sarlena, Xejin, Zaneon

Gathering

[Sphere and Scythe, Archive Hall]
Walls fitted with sturdy oak shelves, scroll tubes, and glass-paned display cabinets line the perimeter of this rectangular room.  An arched entry looms to the south, while a bas-relief of Fash'lo'nae and Lumnis face off against each other in the northern wall, engaged in a spirited debate.  Positioned directly in front of the carving is a gem-inlaid Elanthian globe.  Long tables and chairs line the center of the room, offering ample space for scholars and historians to conduct their research.

Zaneon softly says, "Lovely tea."

Ramkalef takes a drink from his dark roast coffee and smiles at Zaneon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Thanks. Ramkalef picked it."

Zaneon grins at Ramkalef.

Ramkalef smiles.

Zaneon raises his chilled mint tea in a toast and nods at Ramkalef.

Ramkalef says, "I remembered at the last event someone wanted tea and we didn't have any."

Rovvigen smiles.

Rovvigen softly says, "Good thinking."

Rovvigen softly says, "Evening everyone refreshments on the cart." He then points at a varnished pale oak cart.

Speaking softly to Ordim, Rovvigen says, "Goodies on the cart."

Ordim nods in agreement at Rovvigen and beams! He raises his caramel topped roll skyward!

Rovvigen softly says, chortling, "Unleess you brought muffins."

Ordim giggles and exclaims, beaming, "Of course I did!"

Ordim removes a rhimar-lined churn from in his patchwork longcloak.

Ordim feeds his caramel topped roll into the churn, which whirs softly as it processes the roll.

Rovvigen softly says, "I figured."

Ordim turns the crank on the rhimar-lined churn, which emits a faint whirring sound.  Ordim comes away from the churn with some caramel ice cream.

Rovvigen giggles.

Ordim put a rhimar-lined churn in his patchwork longcloak.

Ordim takes a bite of his caramel ice cream.
The melting caramel ice cream leaves droplets of caramel ice cream on Ordim's face.  So messy!

Rovvigen spits on his hand and rubs the caramel ice cream off Ordim's face with it.

Ordim flails his arms about.

Ramkalef cackles!

Rovvigen softly says, beaming, "Ice cream I can do that too."

Speaking to Rovvigen, Ordim accuses, "Don't steal my ice cream! I was saving that."

Ordim flails his arms about.

Rovvigen laughs!

Ordim takes a bite of his caramel ice cream.
The melting caramel ice cream leaves droplets of caramel ice cream on Ordim's face.  So messy!

Ordim grins crookedly.

Rovvigen softly says, "All yours im busy tonight remember."

Ordim nods understandingly and runs his fingers discretely across the front of his frilly pink apron, adding a few stains in the process.

Two figures dressed in drab colors appear before you, facing back to back.  The elder man on the left is solemn and reserved while the spirited vibrant youth on the right speaks proudly: "Join the Sphere and Scythe as Elder Seer Rovvigen presents a lecture and demonstration on the Halfling methtod of divination, The Fortune Case in Sphere and Scythe's Archive Hall."  The figures then quickly face each other and embrace in a spiral that spins rapidly into thin air.

Rovvigen softly says, "We will begin in 5 minutes give people a chance to show."

Speaking to Rovvigen, Ramkalef asks, smirking, "I thought you were the one that was showing tonight?"

Rovvigen softly says, "I am." He then struts about.

Ramkalef chuckles.

Speaking softly to Ordim, Rovvigen says, smiling, "Being a halfling you should enjoy this lecture."

Speaking to Rovvigen, Ordim corrects, "Truefolk!"

Rovvigen beams and softly says, grinning, "That to."

Sarlena softly asks, "Wussa topic tanight?"

Speaking softly to Sarlena, Rovvigen says, "Eat."

Rovvigen points at a varnished pale oak cart.

Sarlena blinks.

Poxs lets loose a wild yowl of laughter and darkly says, "Fatten ye up."

Rovvigen laughs at Poxs!

Poxs declares his hunger with a loud, almost piteous, bark and licks his large white incisors in anticipation.

Sarlena sticks out her tongue and lets loose with a loud, "Thbtbtbtbt" from her lips!

Sarlena softly says, "No cocoa."

Rovvigen softly says, "Coffee." and nods enthusiastically!

Sarlena softly says, "N ah not drinkit coffee or da strong stuff."

Rovvigen softly says, "Made from cocoa beans."

Speaking softly to Ordim, Sarlena says, "Dat look good."

Ordim nods in agreement at Sarlena.

Speaking to Sarlena, Ordim confirms, "It is!"

Speaking to Sarlena, Ramkalef says, "Got tea, too."

Ramkalef smiles at Sarlena.

Zaneon softly says, nodding, "The tea is tasty."

(Sarlena flits around the cart idly searching for something to eat.)

Rovvigen smiles at Sarlena.

Mikalmas asks, grinning, "Shall we begin?"

Sarlena glances at Ordim.

Rovvigen beams happily at Mikalmas!

Sarlena wiggles her nose and softly says, "Ah not see wha 'e 'as."

Sarlena stares off into space.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Ready?"

Sarlena licks her lips.

Rovvigen coughs.

Poxs barks loudly in agreement.

Rovvigen coughs.

Ramkalef snaps smartly to attention!

Lecture

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Evening everyone, hope you had safe travels coming tonight."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Tonight I would like to present the fifth method in our series of Tales of Divination.
      The lecture will be on the Halfling method of divination called The Fortune Case."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Following the lecture I will ask for participants in the crowd to give a reading to for the demonstration part of this lecture.

    So please sit back, relax and help yourselves to food that is located on the cart."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Lets begin by stating there are four different tribes of Halflings in Elanthia and each of these tribes use a  unique method of foretelling the future.
      Except for the Paradis tribe, which we will get into later."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "First tribe I will present is the Brughan tribe.
      The Brughan halflings originally crossed the steppes and settled around the shores of a large, freshwater lake they called Khesta 'Dahl.
      The name given to this lake translates to Sister of the Mists.
      These Halflings specialize in hunting and fishing as well as limited farming."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Due to the Horse Wars between the Truefolk and the Ardenai, the method of scrying favored by the Brughans has been lost to the annals of time."

Ordim scowls and narrows his eyes.

Mikalmas grins at Ordim.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Since they specialized in farming their method of divination was the simplest of the methods. The process was they would split a single horse hair with a piece of flint.
      Not much is known about this method and there is not a Brughan alive that is willing to share how this method worked."

Poxs blinks.

Rovvigen softly says, frowning, "I have never witnessed this."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "And any other tribe of halfling will not share how this method works due to not wanting to break the Burghans trust in sharing with an outsider."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The second tribe I'll be discussing is the Mhoragians. Originally from the northernmost region of the steppes of eastern Elanthia, these halflings are hunters, gatherers and live nomadic lifestyles."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Some might call them stargazers because they spent plenty of nights beneath the stars.  Their method of scrying is a reflection of the nature that they find as a daily part of their life."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Children are closely watched, and if one among them shows signs of the "Sight," the family unit, and those they travel with, take it upon themselves to nurture that gift."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The method of divination used by the Mhoragians fashioned a plain rectangular box, very similar in design to a handfasting case. The tribe will paint it to the child's favored colors and then wrap it in weather-treated leathers to create an air-tight seal."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "A single slit is cut down the center of the top, from short side to short side, and each member of the family works on various slats to place within it. Typically, the pieces are not only carved, but painted, and fashioned of various types of wood as well."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "As each slat is completed, the child is taught its meaning and allowed to play with it using rhymes and hymns to remember the various pieces.
       The child is able to learn each piece separately at a very young age and, obviously, the easiest pieces are the first gifted. By the time the child reaches maturity, she/he will have a complete set."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The way this method works is very basic: a question is asked of the case, and the child, reportedly using her/his gift, calls for the answer from the piece.
      Tilting the case back and forth, a single slat falls free, and she/he lifts it clear to read its translation."

Rovvigen smiles.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The translations can be rather complex as each wood, color, animal and combination has a meaning"

Questions

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Any questions before I move onto the last two tribes and their methods?"

Rovvigen ponders.

Zaneon shakes his head.

Kaseopea softly says, "Very interesting."

Zaneon turns an inquisitive ear toward Rovvigen.

Kylert raises her hand.

Rovvigen softly says, "This is the case I will be demonstrationg."

Rovvigen peers quizzically at Kylert.

Ordim giggles.

Kylert asks, "How do they know what color to paint each item?"

Rovvigen softly asks, "Yes?"

Rovvigen softly says, "It is based on the childs favorite color."

Rovvigen smiles at Kylert.

Luscale says, "Very pragmatic."

Kylert asks, "So it could be a pink cat, or a blue elephant, for example?"

Kylert asks, "But it would have meaning for the child?"

Rovvigen softly says, "Correct."

Ordim ponders.

Kylert nods.

Rovvigen softly says, "Yes the child grows up with the case and when they come of age they will have a complete set."

Rovvigen softly asks, "Any other questions?"

Mikalmas says, "There are some general assumptions about what the symbols and colors mean.  But they are designed for the gifted in general."

Rovvigen agrees with Mikalmas.

Mikalmas says, "And the assumptions are just that...generalizations. White may be generally assumed to mean this, but for another halfling it may mean something different."

Rovvigen softly says, "Continuing."

Continuation of Lecture

Rovvigen smiles.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The third tribe tonight are the Malghavans. This tribe settled in the Shirelands. These halflings live a predominately agrarian lifestyle."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Blindness is a rarity amongst the Malghavans and considered to be not a curse, but a gift. This gift is their own version of the "Sight," and  once someone becomes blind they are gifted with a special set of tools."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "These tools are an awl, a lathe, and a smoothing pumice. Combined these tools create tiny, rounded beads.
      It is believed by the tribe that a blind person has given up their ability to see worldly things for the ability to see other-worldly things."

Poxs darkly says, "Unusual."

Rovvigen adopts an agreeable expression.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "How this method works is the Seer will take any gemstone handed to them and work it with these tools in a method that is not readily clear. He/She then will gaze, basically feeling the surface of the stone, then proceed with the reading."

Mikalmas grins impishly.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "It is unclear whether this is from what the Seer feels and associates with that feeling, or from the use of their "Sight.""

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Lastly, I will speak about the tribe of halflings that I hold very dear."

Rovvigen smiles.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The Paradis tribe is not known to have a specific method of divination.
      My tribe is a mixture of the three tribes I metioned earlier. They split off from the original three groups following the Despana wars, and migrated around the tip of the DragonSpine Mountains, eventually settling in the Icemule Trace region."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Can anyone here tell me what 'Paradis' roughly translates as?"

Leafiara furrows her brow.

Mikalmas says, "Homeless."

Luscale smirks.

Ordim nods slowly.

Rovvigen beams happily at Mikalmas!

Poxs darkly asks, "Paradise?"

Leafiara nods understandingly.

Kaseopea softly asks, "Paradise?" She then snickers at Poxs and nods in agreement.

Poxs winks at Kaseopea.

Rovvigen softly says, smiling, "Paradis."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The meaning roughly translates as 'the Homeless'."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The Paradis carry with them some form of the methods of their brethren. While we learn new methods from the world that we've roam through, we manage to maintain the traditions of our people and honor them as we can."

Kylert says, "The opposite of paradise."

Poxs barks loudly in agreement.

Kaseopea haughtily says, "Well that is the opposite of how it sounds." She nods in agreement and snickers.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "One last note before I move onto the demonstration portion of the evening."

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "Within the Paradis If a child is born sightless then she/he is taught by an elder and is considered very precious to the tribe as a whole.
      Just like The Sphere and Scythe's apprenticeship."

Readings

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "The method I brought with me tonight is one used by the Mhoragians."

Rovvigen grabs a suede-wrapped slotted green case from a large pocket inside of his red silk overcoat.

Rovvigen softly says, "Its the fortune case with the slats with colors and animals."

Rovvigen softly asks, "Any questions before I move on?"

Katze taps a gold-bound blue steel case that he is wearing.

Poxs barks loudly in disagreement.

Rovvigen nods at Katze.

Sarlena glances at Poxs and then Rovvigen.

Poxs raises an eyebrow.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Any volunteers for the demonstration?"

Otreagilon says, "I would like a reading."

Rovvigen nods at Otreagilon.

Leafiara hoots at Otreagilon.

Wide-eyed, Poxs flinches and makes several quiet, nervous barks.

Ordim taps his feathered toy owl on its tiny head and it emits a loud hoot!

Poxs darkly says, "Good luck."

Katze says, "Meh someone always volunteers before me."

Katze shifts his eyes to Otreagilon.

Rovvigen softly says, "Please ask your question when ready."

Speaking to Katze, Ordim exclaims, "I forsee you not being picked!"

Rovvigen smiles at Otreagilon.

Ordim wiggles his fingers at Katze.

Ramkalef begins chuckling at Ordim!

Katze holds up his hand, palm facing up, and concentrates on its central point.  Inky black lines appear in the air hovering over his hand, and you feel a distinct pull of air towards this point.  The sound of reality and time being torn echoes out from his palm as a rippling black void slowly opens.  The miniature fissure begins to feed on the air around you.

Rovvigen giggles at Ordim.

Ordim nods sagely.

Katze grumbles at Ordim.

Katze gingerly places his chilled mint tea over his black void, which vibrates slightly before quickly suctioning in the tea, where it disappears from sight.

Suddenly, Katze's black void collapses in on itself with an audible *POP*.

Kylert giggles at Ordim.

Otreagilon says, "I am a young paladin finding my way into this world."

Rovvigen nods at Otreagilon.

Poxs's face turns slightly pale.

Otreagilon asks, "Do you have any guidance about who my Patron should be?"

Katze sniffs and frowns at Ordim.

Ordim sniffs, then looks down at himself thoughtfully.

Speaking softly to Otreagilon, Rovvigen says, "I will seek guidance from the arkati for an answer."

Sarlena licks her lips.

Rovvigen smiles.

Rovvigen taps upon his green case three times before turning the case over with the slot down.  A single slat of wood peeks out of the case and falls out.
A white oak slat engraved with the image of a green oak leaf clatters to the ground.
Rovvigen quickly picks up the slat and places it back inside his case.

Ordim gasps.

Rovvigen softly says, smiling, "As everyone can see the slat was of white oak engraved with an image of a green oak leaf."

Ordim nods slowly.
Otreagilon nods.

Rovvigen softly says, "This slat represents Self-confidence, optimism, Determination.  High standard of Morality."

Poxs nods.

Ordim examines Otreagilon closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Otreagilon smiles.

Speaking softly to Otreagilon, Rovvigen says, "You are young but also very confident and determned. You have a high standard of morality which guides you toward the Liabo pantheon. This is also evident in the "white oak wood" of the slat."

Speaking softly to Otreagilon, Rovvigen says, "Focus your studies on the Liabo arkati."

Otreagilon nods.

Rovvigen smiles.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Anyone else care for a reading?"

Poxs barks loudly in agreement and darkly says, "Nice direction there."

Ordim just nudged Katze.

Poxs points at Sarlena.

Zaneon points at Katze.

Rovvigen bows to Poxs.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Anyone?"

Rovvigen ponders.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Katze.

Leafiara tilts her head toward Katze, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Poxs nods at Rovvigen.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Ordim confirms, "I will take Katze's turn."

Ordim nods in agreement.

Poxs darkly says, "Ill take one."

Leafiara giggles.

Rovvigen nods at Poxs.

Ordim squints at Katze.

Speaking to Katze, Ordim exclaims, "Even your turn is beaten!"

Ordim gawks at Katze.

Ordim folds his arms across his chest and with a shrug, grins deviously.  He must be up to something!

Leafiara snickers.

Poxs lets loose a wild yowl of laughter.

Speaking to Katze, Ordim confirms, "Unlucky."

Ordim nods once.

Poxs darkly says, "Lets do this."

Rovvigen smiles.

Speaking softly to Poxs, Rovvigen says, "Please ask your question so I may consult with the arkati."

Ordim hums happily to himself as he rummages through his possessions. His tune takes a sudden upbeat turn when he finds a handful of crumbs which he promptly pops into his mouth.

Poxs darkly says, "Tomorrow comes a new day of training, which path should I take, if any."

Leafiara turns to Poxs and cheers!

Rovvigen nods.

Poxs darkly says, "I have 6 more parts to that question."

Poxs lets loose a wild yowl of laughter.

Mikalmas grins.

Leafiara grins crookedly at Poxs.

Rovvigen taps upon his green case three times before turning the case over with the slot down.  A single slat of wood peeks out of the case and falls out.
A dark fig bark slat engraved with the image of a reddish blackbird clatters to the ground.
Rovvigen quickly picks up the slat and places it back inside his case.

Ramkalef chuckles.

Speaking to Poxs, Mikalmas exclaims, "Then you'll need to come to six more events!"

Poxs throws his head back and howls!

Otreagilon chuckles.

Kylert begins chuckling at Mikalmas!

Speaking softly to Poxs, Rovvigen says, "This slat means self-awareness, self-discovery. Exploring the Inner World."

Poxs nods.

Poxs barks loudly, then again in a more subdued voice to express his wonderment.

Sarlena glances at Poxs.

Leafiara rubs her white diamond manacle, causing a golden incandescence to dance around its edges briefly.

Poxs darkly exclaims, "Well that amswers that!"

Poxs darkly exclaims, "Im going for the new path!"

Poxs throws back his head and lets loose with a roar of triumph!

Sarlena wiggles her nose.

Speaking softly to Poxs, Rovvigen says, "You need to focus on your inner world. Use your next training to improve the core skills and arcane knowledge of sorcery."

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Poxs.

Poxs barks loudly in agreement.
Poxs darkly says, "Will do. Excellent."

Rovvigen bows to Poxs.

Poxs reaches up and tips his hat.  His eyes suddenly flash with a pale sickly green light.

Rovvigen softly says, smiling, "The last person up is Ordim."
Ordim adopts an agreeable expression.

Ordim exclaims, "I'm an Ordim!"

Ordim beams!

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Rovvigen.


Rovvigen softly says, "Please ask your question so I may consult the arkati."

Speaking to Rovvigen, Ordim asks, "Will I break a Mirror soon?"

Ordim frets.

Poxs snickers.

Rovvigen softly says, "We will find out."

Rovvigen taps upon his green case three times before turning the case over with the slot down.  A single slat of wood peeks out of the case and falls out.
A golden maoral slat engraved with the image of a blue frog clatters to the ground.
Rovvigen quickly picks up the slat and places it back inside his case.

Ordim nods in agreement at Rovvigen.

Ordim leans forward.

Ordim perspires delicately.

Ordim's jaw drops.

Speaking to himself, Ordim confirms, "The blue frog!"

Ordim fidgets.

Poxs's face turns slightly pale.

Wide-eyed, Poxs flinches and makes several quiet, nervous barks.

Speaking softly to Ordim, Rovvigen says, "The slat represents Healers, Medicine, Portective Springs. Natural Healing."

Ordim scowls.

Speaking to himself, Ordim says, "I'm sure she has all of those."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Speaking softly to Ordim, Rovvigen says, "You will surely try, but the Mirror is surely covered by much protection."

Ordim hangs his head.

Rovvigen softly says, "So unfortunately the outlook isnt good for you."

Ordim snaps his fingers, looking quite disappointed.


Leafiara nods sympathetically at Ordim.

Speaking to Rovvigen, Ordim says, "I blame Nehor."

Ordim nods once.

Rovvigen softly says, "But it wont stop you from trying your best."
Rovvigen smiles at Ordim.

Poxs bristles nervously.

Mikalmas chuckles to himself.

Mikalmas says, "Well, it IS an Ordim, after all."

Mikalmas rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Ordim blinks.

Ordim gazes with awe at his surroundings.

Ordim points at himself.

Sarlena leans softly against Zaneon.

Poxs peers quizzically at Ordim.

Rovvigen recites softly:
    "I want to Thank everyone for coming out tonight, please take some refreshments for the road"

Rovvigen points at a varnished pale oak cart.

Leafiara, Poxs, Kylert, and Ramkalef applaud.

Kaseopea smiles.

Rovvigen bows.

Ordim applauds politely.

Rovvigen softly asks, "Any other questions before we conclude the eveniing?"

Folding his left arm behind his back and dipping to one knee, Ordim bows respectfully to Rovvigen and inclines his head.

(Sarlena chirps happily to herself.)

Poxs darkly says, "Wonderful, thank you for the time and effort.  I enjoy divination."

Leafiara exclaims, "A most enlightening event!"

Leafiara hoots.

Speaking softly to Poxs, Rovvigen says, "Thanks for coming."

Poxs renders a sharp hand salute.

Rovvigen beams happily at Leafiara!

Ramkalef agrees with Rovvigen.

Leafiara flashes a quick grin at Rovvigen.

Ramkalef says, "Thank you to everyone for coming."

Speaking darkly to his web sack, Poxs says, "Toby, get my deck."

A black rose-painted deck seemingly floats up out of Poxs's web sack and into his waiting hand.

Speaking to Leafiara, Mikalmas exclaims, "Do join us for the next one!  It will probably be the Tarot or the Nalfein black rose deck!"
Cupping his left hand under the broad side of his rose-painted deck, Poxs slowly pulls cards from the back of the grouping and gently seesaws them into the cards at the center.  Poxs continues to do this for several moments, ensuring a thorough mixing of the deck.

Mikalmas exclaims, "Details to come!"

Leafiara gawks at Mikalmas.

Poxs nods to a witchwood framed web sack.

Speaking to Mikalmas, Leafiara exclaims, "Even more fun to come then!"

Ordim lets out a cheer!

Leafiara flashes a quick grin.

Leafiara mischievously says, "I love it."

Leafiara stands up.

Speaking darkly to his web sack, Poxs says, "Aye."

Poxs put a black rose-painted deck in his web sack.
Poxs traces his fingers lightly along the web-coated strap of his web sack.  A moment later three fuzzy rotund spiders with soot-black splindly legs emerge from its folds and skitter quickly up his arm, coming to a rest along his shoulders.
Mikalmas removes an embroidered silver silk pouch from in his silver reliquary.

Rovvigen softly says, "Mika will give that lecture."

Rovvigen nods at Leafiara.

Leafiara hoots.

Mikalmas removes a painted teak placard deck from in his silver silk pouch.

Mikalmas indicates his teak placard deck with a smile.

Kaseopea shifts her weight.

Mikalmas put a painted teak placard deck in his silver silk pouch.

Mikalmas just closed an embroidered silver silk pouch.

Otreagilon grins.

Poxs nods.

Poxs lets out a cheer!

Mikalmas put an embroidered silver silk pouch in his silver reliquary.

Mikalmas just closed an antique silver reliquary.

Speaking darkly to Mikalmas, Poxs exclaims, "Nice!"

Speaking darkly to his fuzzy rotund spiders, Poxs says, "Go back in please."

Poxs squints at three fuzzy rotund spiders with soot-black splindly legs.

Poxs turns his head toward the fuzzy rotund spiders resting on his shoulders.  A moment later they skitter down Poxs's arm and into the folds of his web sack.

Deep in thought, Poxs runs a hand over his web sack, gathering spiderwebs between his fingers and idly pulling them apart.

Speaking to Poxs, Mikalmas says, "One of our newest acquisitions."

Poxs darkly asks, "What tier!?"

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Rovvigen softly says, "Thanks again for supporting the Sphere andd Scythe."

Speaking to Poxs, Mikalmas says, "They're exquisite."

Poxs darkly says, "Ahrd to find um."

Rovvigen lets out a cheer!

Ordim waves.

Poxs darkly says, "I am jealous."

Rovvigen waves.

Mikalmas says, "Thank you all for coming."

Poxs nods at Mikalmas.

Speaking softly to Rovvigen, Zaneon says, "Thank you kindly for the history lesson."

Leafiara nods in agreement.

Mikalmas says, "If anyone is interested in the Sphere and Scythe, our mission, goals, or joining, please feel free to stick around and ask any questions you may have."