Aramel2008-01-24 06:06:46
After the rather disastrous Gorgulu raid today, some of my fae were killed - so, on a whim, I cracked something up and made a ritual of resummoning them. Very short and quite ordinary, but I thought I'd share.
A leprechaun, your loyal companion, has been slain by Ur'Myrmidon Thoros
d'Murani, Of the Red Masque.
A pixie, your loyal companion, has been slain by Sohei Revan n'Kylbar, the
Subtle Touch.
A brownie, your loyal companion, has been slain by Vathael d'Murani.
...
A stand of fruit trees between spring and summer.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Luna,
the First of the Maidens kneels on the ground and plays with a squirrel. A
mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here. There are 5 Ladies of the Sterling
Light here.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.
You say to Luna, the First of the Maidens, "Luna, Sterling Maiden, hear my plea
for companions slain in the dark lands, by undead hands ravaged and torn. Grant
them peace and healing."
Between summer's fire and autumn's dance.
Selene, the First of the Mothers sits with legs crossed and her hands folded on
her rounded belly. Hovering over a raised dais are two silver arrows, their long
shafts crossed with the points aimed skywards. A mature birch tree stands
proudly here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
ground. There are 5 Ladies of the Silver Light here.
You see exits leading north and southwest.
You say to Selene, the First of the Mothers, "Selene, Silver Mother, hear my
plea for lives cut short by merciless swords, bled out upon the tainted soil.
Give them your blessing, for service well-rendered."
A snow dusted forest giving way to spring.
The area is bathed with argent light as a thrumming power in the ground
resonates from a war shrine of Lisaera nearby. Small flakes of white float
through your field of vision here and there. Albion, the First of the Crones is
here, bent over her cauldron. A mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here. There
are 5 Ladies of the Argent Light here.
You see exits leading north and southeast.
You have emoted: Aramel bows her head, tears streaming down her face.
You say to Albion, the First of the Crones, "Albion, Argent Crone, hear my plea
for fae lost and devoured on the dark plains of Nil. By cursed hands and evil
magic their spirits were struck down and extinguished. Give them my tears and my
mourning, for that which they suffered."
Near the argent trunk of the Moonhart Mother Tree.
The area is bathed with argent light as a thrumming power in the ground
resonates from a war shrine of Lisaera nearby. Towering high above is the
Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. There are 10
frost hags here. There are 10 centaur hunters here. Reaching up as high as the
eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A flowering archway
rises up from the ground. A mature oak tree stands proudly here. Hackles risen,
a fierce timberwolf prowls about here.
You see exits leading east and west.
You say, "Pleas I have offered, and mourning gave. May the Fates hear me, my
friends and companions, for our time together is not done. May life breathe its
bright spark in you once more, and may you return to my side!"
A jagged line of sparkling motes ripples in the air, and out steps a pixie.
A jagged line of sparkling motes ripples in the air, and out steps a brownie.
You give a pixie a compassionate hug.
You give a brownie a compassionate hug.
A brownie smiles happily.
You say, "Welcome home."
A leprechaun, your loyal companion, has been slain by Ur'Myrmidon Thoros
d'Murani, Of the Red Masque.
A pixie, your loyal companion, has been slain by Sohei Revan n'Kylbar, the
Subtle Touch.
A brownie, your loyal companion, has been slain by Vathael d'Murani.
...
A stand of fruit trees between spring and summer.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Luna,
the First of the Maidens kneels on the ground and plays with a squirrel. A
mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here. There are 5 Ladies of the Sterling
Light here.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.
You say to Luna, the First of the Maidens, "Luna, Sterling Maiden, hear my plea
for companions slain in the dark lands, by undead hands ravaged and torn. Grant
them peace and healing."
Between summer's fire and autumn's dance.
Selene, the First of the Mothers sits with legs crossed and her hands folded on
her rounded belly. Hovering over a raised dais are two silver arrows, their long
shafts crossed with the points aimed skywards. A mature birch tree stands
proudly here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
ground. There are 5 Ladies of the Silver Light here.
You see exits leading north and southwest.
You say to Selene, the First of the Mothers, "Selene, Silver Mother, hear my
plea for lives cut short by merciless swords, bled out upon the tainted soil.
Give them your blessing, for service well-rendered."
A snow dusted forest giving way to spring.
The area is bathed with argent light as a thrumming power in the ground
resonates from a war shrine of Lisaera nearby. Small flakes of white float
through your field of vision here and there. Albion, the First of the Crones is
here, bent over her cauldron. A mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here. There
are 5 Ladies of the Argent Light here.
You see exits leading north and southeast.
You have emoted: Aramel bows her head, tears streaming down her face.
You say to Albion, the First of the Crones, "Albion, Argent Crone, hear my plea
for fae lost and devoured on the dark plains of Nil. By cursed hands and evil
magic their spirits were struck down and extinguished. Give them my tears and my
mourning, for that which they suffered."
Near the argent trunk of the Moonhart Mother Tree.
The area is bathed with argent light as a thrumming power in the ground
resonates from a war shrine of Lisaera nearby. Towering high above is the
Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. There are 10
frost hags here. There are 10 centaur hunters here. Reaching up as high as the
eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A flowering archway
rises up from the ground. A mature oak tree stands proudly here. Hackles risen,
a fierce timberwolf prowls about here.
You see exits leading east and west.
You say, "Pleas I have offered, and mourning gave. May the Fates hear me, my
friends and companions, for our time together is not done. May life breathe its
bright spark in you once more, and may you return to my side!"
A jagged line of sparkling motes ripples in the air, and out steps a pixie.
A jagged line of sparkling motes ripples in the air, and out steps a brownie.
You give a pixie a compassionate hug.
You give a brownie a compassionate hug.
A brownie smiles happily.
You say, "Welcome home."
Rika2008-01-24 06:13:36
No love for the leprechaun?
Astraea2008-01-24 06:14:07
I like this. I'd do something like it, but Lhiannan is a 
and Glumki is a perv.
I really like Gwyllgi though.
Kudos for keeping up with things that seem to fall by the wayside in the face of the grand scheme of things.
and Glumki is a perv.I really like Gwyllgi though.
Kudos for keeping up with things that seem to fall by the wayside in the face of the grand scheme of things.
Aramel2008-01-24 06:21:31
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No love for the leprechaun?
*shuffle* I shouldn't have summoned the leprechaun in the first place - they're greedy little buggers and bypass palm sigils. I only did it because I was being greedy and wanted to get some particles.
@Astraea: Thanks! Though I don't know the Night Avatars' temperament (they seemed pretty grumpy whenever Aramel saw them, but considering they were getting pounded on by fifteen-ish Serens that seemed understandable), they sound rather cool as well.
