Squire Kyriel Luminare, Ward of Pharamon says, "Ew, an Illithoid."

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

A single mote of light shimmers into life with a flash before exploding out in a heatless shower of sparks which coalesce into Isune.

Isune ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

You beam broadly at Isune.

Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge, announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

Asmodea curtseys respectfully before Isune.

Finger extended, Isune pokes you.

You give a divinely wrapped present to Isune, the Aesthete.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Kyriel kneels before Isune, swearing his allegiance to Her.

Kyriel stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Finger extended, Isune pokes a divinely wrapped present.

Isune rubs Her hands together and gleefully shouts, "Hee!"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "How cute!"

You skip merrily in circles around Isune.

Isune, the Aesthete frowns and says, "What are you?"

Shyly, you say to Isune, "I'm nothing."

Asmodea Kamau, Spirit of Winter says, "An icky shard of Illith."

Isune, the Aesthete looks thoughtful and says, "You feel a bit wrong."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Very odd!"

Squire Kyriel Luminare, Ward of Pharamon says to Isune, "She is an Illithoid, the only race formed of a splintered Soulless."

Opening Her mouth wide, Isune gapes in wonder.

Kyriel nods his head sagely.

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Raflein makes a quiet clicking noise.

Finger extended, Isune pokes you.

Isune sniffs you, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from you is.

You turn to face Isune, your sternal mouth opening to allow your inner worm to taste Her psionic emanations.

Isune shudders violently.

You sniffle softly at yourself.

Defensively raising Her hands, Isune backs away from the situation slowly.

Isune tilts Her head back slightly and warbles a quiet melody which resonates harmoniously through the air.

An uneven portal rips open the air and a falcon of massive proportions flutters through on unreliable wings before the rift snaps shut once more.

Volucer positions himself in front of Isune, prepared to ward off all dangers.

Volucer narrows his eyes at you in an unnerving manner.

Wrapping her arms around herself and glancing around slowly, you murmur to Isune, "I can't help what I am."

Isune creases Her brow in a frown.

Isune, the Aesthete says to you, "You sound sad..."

Isune, the Aesthete asks, "How is it that something of the Soulless, born only to consume, can have emotion?"

Squire Kyriel Luminare, Ward of Pharamon says, "I've asked myself that same question, Lady Isune. I still haven't figured out an answer beyond "acting"."

Kyriel nods his head sagely.

You have emoted: Somaria offers Isune a faint smile, giving another gaze around self-consciously.

Isune chews on Her lip, deep in thought.

You murmur to Isune, "I only came to give you a present.."

Your lower lip begins to tremble as your eyes fill with heavy tears.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Very... Strange."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I'll have to ask the Others what They think. I'm really not qualified to make a decision!"

Isune giggles happily.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "But, don't be sad!"

Sparks of light dance along the reflective tiles of the courtyard.

You flash Isune a joyous smile.

Kyriel peers about himself unscrupulously.

Isune, the Aesthete exclaims, "Or I'll get you!"

Isune brandishes an iridescent diamond bottle menacingly.

Isune points an iridescent diamond bottle at you.
A fountain of brightly coloured water erupts from the mouth of an iridescent diamond bottle to splash all over you.

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

You giggle happily.

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Kyriel peers at you unscrupulously.

Asmodea puts her hands on her hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Asmodea waves good-bye and disappears from sight.

Sparks of light dance along the reflective tiles of the courtyard.

Looking slightly worried at the situation you quickly hide behind Isune.

Isune boldly steps in front of you, warding off danger.

Isune nods Her head sagely.

You beam broadly at Isune.

You snuggle close to Isune and lean comfortably on Her.

Kyriel blinks incredulously at Isune.

Squire Kyriel Luminare, Ward of Pharamon says to Isune, "I thought you didn't like Soulless."

Kyriel peers about himself unscrupulously.

Isune narrows Her eyes at Kyriel in an unnerving manner.

Kyriel quickly ducks down.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "If you doubt My hatred of the Soulless, you are foolish. But this one is different. I await Their decision!"

You skip merrily in circles around Isune.

You say to Isune, "You didn't unwrap Your present."

Isune quickly unwraps a divinely wrapped present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pulls a bright yellow rose, a pink carnation, a pink carnation, a pink carnation, a pink carnation, a pink carnation, a pink carnation, a serene gift basket covered in flowers, a tiger lily, a tiger lily, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a vibrant sunflower, a yellow lily, a yellow lily, a yellow lily, a yellow lily, a yellow lily, a yellow lily, and an entrancing red rose from within.

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Isune flaps Her arms madly.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Goodness gracious!"

Isune rubs Her hands together and gleefully shouts, "Hee!"

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "My goodness."

Sparks of light dance along the reflective tiles of the courtyard.

You grab Isune and twirl Her about in utter glee.

You flop down onto the ground.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Eek!"

You beam broadly at Isune.

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "You'll make her dizzy!"

Isune nods Her head sagely.

Isune gives a slice of strawberry cheesecake to you.

You give a horrified gasp.

You exclaim, "Cake!"

You lick a slice of strawberry cheesecake.

Isune shifts Her eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You exclaim, "So yummy!"

Isune gently places a fine porcelain mask upon Her face. As She peels it away, She assumes a new identity.

You beam broadly at Somaria.

Somaria roars fiercely.

You give a horrified gasp.

You dance about in utter glee.

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "I love cake, and cookies."

Fania gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

You exclaim, "Two Sommys!"

The face of Somaria quivers and reveals itself to be the face of Isune.

You consume a slice of strawberry cheesecake leisurely, enjoying every bite.

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "I don't think the world is ready for two Somaria's."

Fania's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Isune squints suspiciously at Her surroundings.

You ask Fania, "Is one okay?"

Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "Maybe not."

You beam broadly at Fania.

Kyriel ponders the situation.

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "I suppose so."

You giggle happily.

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "I don't believe that Illithoid suits you."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Eek!"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Excuse Me!"

Isune flaps Her arms madly.

Small motes of light wink out of existence around Isune as a prelude to Her form abruptly dissolving into iridescent sparks which fade from sight.

A single mote of light shimmers into life with a flash before exploding out in a heatless shower of sparks which coalesce into Isune.

Isune peers at Fania unscrupulously.

Fania nods her head emphatically.

You give a horrified gasp.

Fania gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "You're individisible!"

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Isune, the Aesthete asks, "Was there something you needed?"

You step out of the cover of the shadows and cease sneaking around.

Isune, the Aesthete exclaims, "That's better!"

You giggle happily.

You say, "We both wanted to know more of Your Order."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Well! Someone will keep in touch with you, don't worry!"

Isune taps Her nose knowingly.

Fania nods her head emphatically.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "As long as I remember that is.. I had better write it down."

Fania giggles happily.

You exclaim to Isune, "Me too, me too!"

Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters says, "And remember to read your notes."

You bounce up and down.

The tip of Isune's finger glows, and She writes a glowing message on a nearby wall.

The Fulcrux of Isune.
A comforting feeling of privacy pervades the area. The summit of the mountain stands tallest among many in a volcanic range which breaks the barrier of white clouds below, and the shallow caldera of this one in specific has been cleared to create a terraced courtyard which stands open to the air. Distantly, some of the volcanic peaks glow with an inner heat, and one or two throw trails of smoke to the sky. Sweeping clouds of the barrier below the peaks stretch on to a crystal clear, aquamarine horizon, bands of soft white waves ranging across a sea of dusty blue-grey through which hints of lands below can be seen. Above that sea, the sky fades from aquamarine at the horizon to a cool and star-studded blue-violet overhead. Across the courtyard within the caldera, however, small and reflective tiles of all types, sizes, and materials have been arranged in patterns of clouds and feathered creatures. Echoing the patterns, twisting outcrops of metal with a platinum sheen rise in shapes loosely resembling flocks of interconnected birds or singular birds of prey, their eyes marked with small precious and semi-precious stones. Glowing on a nearby wall is script that reads, "Isune: You have to tell Somaria and Fania about this so-called "Order"." A mist-emblazoned tablet rests here, glowing with a soft luminescence. Shifting and shimmering in undulating waves, heatless sparks rise in a rippling fountain of light. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A small stone milestone thrusts up from the ground, engraved with but a single name. One hand raised to paint the sky with an array of colourful sparks, a winged figure stands among a trio of fountain basins which shimmer with every hue imagineable. A small stone milestone thrusts up from the ground, engraved with but a single name. A brilliant yellow lily lies here on the ground. Transmental Deconstructor Fania Dekoven, Tailor of the Waters is here. Isune, the Aesthete is surrounded by sparkling motes of light. She wields the Razor Wing, alight with sparks of energy with both hands.
There are no obvious exits.

Isune tentatively sticks out Her tongue and licks a bunny carrot cake.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Cake!"

Isune eats a bunny carrot cake with obvious gusto.

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Isune looks around furtively, brings Her hand to Her mouth and releases a small
'teehee'.

Torrential Mage Crystian Dekoven, of the Tempests says, "Another question which
I'm sure You've been pestered enough with by now, but I still wish to ask. Have
You given any thought on coming back to reside over Celest?"

Isune, the Aesthete looks thoughtful and says, "I actually haven't had much time
to think about that at the moment! Though, the Serenwilde has extended Me a
similar offer."

You say, "Is it possible to share? They have Maylea anyways!"

You have emoted: Orabel thrusts out her bottom lip, her eyes heavy with sadness
as she pouts cutely.

Isune gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

You exclaim, "Don't leave us with Lord Eventru!"

You grovel in the dirt before Isune.

Torrential Mage Crystian Dekoven, of the Tempests says, "Aye, I'd be saddened to
see You join the Serenwilde. You're a breath of fresh air in my mind, when it
comes to Divine as a whole."

Isune, the Aesthete exclaims, "Don't!"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "You'll get dirty!"

Isune gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

You stand straight up.

You have emoted: Orabel brushes off her knees.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "What he said."

Torrential Mage Crystian Dekoven, of the Tempests says, "As a fun fact, one of
my darling sisters is pressing really hard to get my father to consider You as
the Dekoven patron."

"Oh?" Isune exclaims quizzically.

Isune giggles happily.

Crystian's mouth turns up as his fex-ace breaks into a smile.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Well that could be fun!"

Torrential Mage Crystian Dekoven, of the Tempests says, "We do, however, have a
few Glomdoring within the family so that's holding back his decission."

You say to Isune, "You would be patron to half the Basin if that happened."

The corners of Crystian's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Torrential Mage Crystian Dekoven, of the Tempests says, "Half of Celest, at the
least."

A wry smile spreads across Isune's face.

A wry smile spreads across Isune's face.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Eek! Excuse Me!"

Small motes of light wink out of existence around Isune as a prelude to Her form
abruptly dissolving into iridescent sparks which fade from sight.

Did she happen to mention who SENT her that bunny carrot cake?

You pick up 15 corpses of a dream leech from a soft, crystal blue leather pack.
There are no more corpses of a dream leech.

Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
You offer up 16 corpses to Isune, the Aesthete.

A single mote of light shimmers into life with a flash before exploding out in a
heatless shower of sparks which coalesce into Isune.

'Boo!' Isune screams happily.

You giggle happily.

Isune, the Aesthete smiles broadly and says, "How are you?"

You smile and say, "Good morning Lady Isune."

You smile and say, "A bit sore but otherwise fine."

"Excellent!" cries Isune with obvious enthusiasm.

Isune ponders the situation.

You tilt your head curiously at Isune.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "What's your faaavourite..."

Isune looks about Herself, rubbing Her chin thoughtfully.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Animal!"

Isune tilts Her head and listens intently.

You ponder the situation.

You look thoughtful and say, "Uhmmmm."

You say, "I would have to say a pegasus."

Isune beams broadly.

Isune gives a frosted sugar cookie in the shape of a pegasus to you.

Isune baptises you into the Dawn's Wisps of the Divine Order of Isune, the
Aesthete.

Your eyes pop open wide, drool falls down the side of your mouth and you scream,
"COOKIE!"

Isune's eyes pop open wide, drool falls down the side of Her mouth and She
screams, "COOKIE!"

You giggle happily.

(Dawn's Wisps): Isune says, "Welcome!"

You clench your fist and chortle "Ooer!"

You smile impishly and say, "I do not know how to use that channel."

Isune taps Her nose knowingly.

11.2.2 Order Circles

Each deity has three circles to their own personal Divine Order. These are the
Outer, Middle, and Inner circles, respectively. A person can be in one, two, or
even all three of these circles, in any variety of ways.

The Outer Circle is just that - the circle of the Order farthest from the God
while still being within the Order itself. Generally, these followers could be
considered people still learning of the God, or in the middle of their
initiation. Use OTO to speak on this channel.

The Middle Circle is often called the Order proper - and this is the circle with

a variety of ranks within. These followers could be considered the main
following. Use OT to speak on this channel.

The Inner Circle is the most exclusive of all, the circle reserved only for
those the God wishes to have closest to Them. Use OTI to speak on this

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Isune taps Her nose knowingly.

(Dawn's Wisps): You say, "Thank you M'lady!"

(Dawn's Wisps): Isune says, "Hee!"

Isune, the Aesthete has bestowed Her divine favour upon you. It will last for 1
month.

Isune nods Her head sagely.

You say, "Oh thank you!"

Isune nods Her head sagely.

Isune pats a shield shrine of Isune in a friendly manner.

Small motes of light wink out of existence around Isune as a prelude to Her form
abruptly dissolving into iridescent sparks which fade from sight.

I had handed it to her 10 minutes earlier heh I bought a bunch of cake earlier in the day and figured even Goddess needed a sugar rush... maybe not so much Isune thoo..

:Sniffle:

I made her a gift box, and put a piece of bunny carrot cake in it, and mailed it to her.

:nolove:

Isune, the Aesthete orders Her queen at g6 to move to h7.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Oh damn."

You blink.

An impish grin creeps over Doman's face as his eyes light up with mischief.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Stupid Queen."

Doman says, "Such words to come from Lady Isune."

Doman winks knowingly.

Isune grumbles angrily.

Doman says, "You want a takeback?"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "No, play on!"

Doman utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

You say to Isune, "Well, if you do not beat him with the game, you can beat him
with the chessboard!"

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says, "In real chess, there
are no take-backs, Doman."

Doman says to Pharamon, "Perhaps."

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says, "Whatever move has
been moved, stands."

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says, "I'm sure Lady Isune
will agree."

Isune ceases to wield a paint palette of exquisite divine hues in Her left hand.

Isune nods Her head sagely.

"Eep!", Doman screams in fright.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "But then again, you would not do this in King's
Chess."

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says to Doman, "See?"

You giggle happily.

Isune picks up a magnificant stone and shell chess board.

Isune begins to wield a magnificant stone and shell chess board in Her left
hand.

Isune throws a magnificant stone and shell chess board at Doman, but it does
little more than startle him.

Unable to stop yourself, you laugh out loud.

Pharamon rolls on the floor, laughing.

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says, "Mwahahaha."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Fourth time lucky..."

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says, "Gettin bashed with a
chessboard equals Ouchie?"

Isune, the Aesthete looks thoughtful and says, "I think I broke him."

Isune ponders Doman thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Doman looks tense for a moment before the expression suddenly vanishes, replaced
by a crazed look and an insane giggle.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Ah, much better."

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says, "It's like i'm at the
Stage watching a play, wondering what's gonna happen next."

A wry smile spreads across Isune's face.

The corners of Doman's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Slightly more haphazard than a play, I should think."

"Heh heh heh" Pharamon chuckles.

Doman says, "At least this isn't battlechess...it'd be a field full of carnage."

Isune, the Aesthete orders Her bishop at c6 to move to g2.

Grand Crusader Pharamon Inalai, Marshal of the Dawn says to Doman, "Watching
Lady Isune smite you in battle chess would be a site to see."

Doman orders his pawn at h3 to move to h4.

"Heh heh heh" Pharamon chuckles.

Doman says, "If I was the attacker, i bet i could evade long enough to win."

A look of sweetest innocence overtakes Doman.

Isune, the Aesthete orders Her rook at d1 to move to a1.

Doman says, "Aqua bubble or some such."

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say to Doman, "You cannot evade the zaps."

You wiggle your fingers threateningly.

Isune waggles Her eyebrows comically.

Isune wiggles Her hips suggestively.

Isune looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Isune wiggles Her fingers threateningly.

Doman gives Isune the once-over, eyeing Her suspiciously.

Isune begins to weep uncontrollably.

Unable to stop yourself, you laugh out loud.

Doman says, "That wasn't odd at all."

Doman snickers softly to himself.

Azaryu wraps a comforting arm around Isune.

Doman flashes Isune a joyous smile.

Pharamon rolls on the floor, laughing.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Play on!"

Isune, the Aesthete says, "And thus, it was never mentioned again."

Isune murmurs softly to Herself.

Look at the butterfly! ...