The decision to join Magnagora was made a long time ago, but I finally had enough of a in character reason to do it. Enjoy everyone. <3 Emar for the awesome roleplaying.

A sublimely dark grove of blackthorn blossoms.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Cradled within a twisted and gloomy forest of skeletal trees, this small grove is a bubble of picturesque nature. Wild grass, though not too tall as to suffocate the wanderer, stretches amiably for the sky, awash with small creatures and various insects. The ground is flat and covered in a veritable monopoly of delicate, white blackthorn blossoms, which stream through the air with the wind, captured from several blooming blackthorn bushes that clutch to the very edge of the grove. The air is chillingly silent and peaceful, the sky a pitch black night and completely cloudless. Looming over the grove is the Shadow Halls, made from cold grey brick though itself at mercy to nature, her many vines like arms and claws piercing through the stone and reaching high to its top, invisible for being enshrouded in night's embrace. The darkness of night looms here. A bunch of yellow freesias, an elegant pink rose, and a cluster of snapdragons blossom within a beautiful, lush garden. A painting of a midnight black rose streaked with violet is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. There are 2 midnight black roses here. There are 3 striped orchids here. There are 4 tiger lilies here. There are 3 purple tulips here. There are 3 cool tulips of dusk here. There are 5 delicate irises here. A pink rose lays elegantly on the ground, discarded by a careless hand. A bright sunflower has been left here. There are 2 entrancing red roses here. There are 2 warm tulips of dawn here. A cluster of orange snapdragons is here. There are 2 pink carnations here. A strikingly beautiful rose, of the deepest blue, lies here. There are 2 bright yellow roses here. A brilliant yellow lily lies here on the ground. Brightening its surroundings, a brilliant white rose lays on the ground.
You see a single exit leading east.

You say, "Hello, father."

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder smiles and says, "T'z'lia."

Emar gives you a peck on the cheek.

Emar picks up a midnight black rose.

You have emoted: Rhaena flicks her wrist, sending a small fan from her sleeve to her hand. She snaps it open deftly and you see that it is decorated with cogs and amaranths, she begins to idly fan herself with it.

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder runs a finger gently along the pitch black petals of a midnight black rose as he ponders you thoughtfully.

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder says, "I heard you have been visiting the tainted city."

You have emoted: Rhaena smiles softly, and nods.

You say, "Merely to shop."

You say, "They have a number of gifted designers."

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder asks, "Only to shop?"

Emar begins to wield a midnight black rose in his left hand.

You say, "I watched a production at their stage, once."

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder nods slowly.

You say, "I purchased this fan from Magnagora, actually."

You say, "Who has been speaking to you of me?"

Eyeing the fan carefully, K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder says, "Yes, I assumed so from the decoration..."

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder plucks idly at a midnight black rose.

You play a rapid succession of tones on a wyrden lyre as you hum a single syllable, the inspiring melody rousing your ego to greater heights.

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder turns his back on you as he surveys the garden, stretching his wings to loom over his form.

Ponderously, K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder says, "I was speaking with Sthai earlier."

You say, "Whatever did my Aunt say of me?"

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder says, "Yes... She told me the most interesting tale, of a young girl she once new... of great talent... but, torn in two separate ways."

You tilt your head and listen intently.

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder plucks absently at his rose as he folds his wings.

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder asks, "What do you know of your aunt, my child?"

You say, "She possesses the social graces of royality, so I can only assume she has had a privelged life."

K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder says, "Social graces of royalty, you say?"

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Rhaena nods her head emphatically.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "She was utterly enchanting."

You smirk.

You say, "She is an interesting character."

Inclining his head to observe Rhaena with a beady, somber red eye, you say, "But then, so are most d'Murani."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd beams proudly upon hearing her family name.

You say, "I did not realise you were so captivated with social graces."

You say, "The tainted city is most captivated with them."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "People should compose themselves properly, with regard to their station in life."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "Father, it is called Magnagora."

You say, "You can give it any name that you please, but it is still a city of taint. The Seren can be called by any name but it is still a city of barbarians. Celest can be called anything in any tongue, but it is still a city of fools who spend too much time in the water."

Stretching his wings, you say, "Glomdoring can be called anything, but it will only ever truly be a place of the Wyrd."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd gazes at her father cooly, her face betraying no emotions, however her little smile has faded somewhat.

You say, "And the Wyrd, my daughter..."

You have emoted: Emar turns around with a flourish, his robes whipping in the air and his great wings shaking with the wind, sending a stray crows feather dancing to the ground.

You say, "The Wyrd is not concerned with social graces, not concerned with the false machinations and cogs of the infernal Engine bar what they can do for us as tools."


You have emoted: Emar holds the rose before him with both hands, gazing thoughtfully at its midnight petals.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd hardens her gaze just slightly, and then opens them to their norm, and flashes Emar a cheery red smile.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "You spoke to me of a story about a girl?"

You have emoted: Emar's gaze raises to Rhaena.

You say, "Yes, I did."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "Do tell it for me, father."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd brushes a stray wisp of hair vainly from her face.

You say, "It was more a fable if anything... Sthai has a peculiar fantasy about intrigue. Instead of being plain, she deigns to weave complex narratives for her prey to follow blindly amidst a big web. At this, she is an expert."

You say, "But I am no fool..."

You say, "The short of it my daughter, is that you have grown on your beloved Aunt... Her story was one of a girl with great potential, but her father disliked Sthai tutoring her, so she was pulled in two different directions and... snapped."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd ponders the words for a moment before speaking.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "Curious, I wonder who she might have been speaking of."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say, "I think we both know who she was speaking of..."

You cease wielding a midnight black rose in your left hand.

You slip into a midnight black rose.

You have emoted: Emar folds his arms behind his back and begins slowly pacing around the grove.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd glances to the ground, a strange look in her eye.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "What, father, was your suggestion for the girl?"

You have emoted: Emar stops and turns to face Rhaena with an unusually emotional glimmer in his gaze.

You say, "Rhaena... I dislike the d'Murani, particularly those of your family who dwell in Magnagora. They lose themselves to ego and greed, festering in their tainted city that aspires to be greater than nature, when we both know that there is nothing greater than the Wyrd... It would pain me to see you throw off the eternal and great embrace of the Wyrd to breathe the choking fumes of the taint and the machinations of your scheming Aunt..."

You say, "But as much as you are my child, is as much as you are your own. You have your own path to lead. It is up to you what you decide."

You say, "You do not know of the great battles I have had with Sthai. You did not live through the attempts to push the Masque onto the forest."

You shake your head.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd stares at Emar dumbfounded and silent for a few minutes before crumpling to her knees and openly weeping.

You have emoted: Emar frowns as he gazes at Rhaena's crumpled form.

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd whispers, "Why is this so hard, father."

You say, "The Fates are cruel, my daughter. We each in our mortal lives suffer at their hands."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd whispers, "You and father will hate me if I go...I cannot bear your hatred."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd pushes herself up, and stands. Brushing off her gown carefully she wipes the tears from her eyes.

You say to Rhaena, "Rhaena... Though I will grieve for all eternity should you forsake the Wyrd for the falseness and shallowness of the tainted city... I am still your father. I will still love you, no matter where you are."

You say, "The decision is yours, not mine. It is your path, your future, and not mine."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd whispers, "Why can you and father not see the simple truths I have seen."

You ask, "What simple truths?"

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "The Engine is the future, father. They have blossomed in inhospitible land where life should not exist, they have proven themselves superior to nature."

You have emoted: Emar chuckles softly to himself.

You say, "That they have grown is a testament to their will, but not to the taint they use nor the false ways of the half-formed they worship. They seek to build and construct their way to greatness, when what they have is flawed... their buildings will crumble, their cogs will rust. One day they will die and their buildings, their city will be overcome by Nature."

You say, "And nature? Nature will live on."

Glaring at Emar, Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "If you would pardon my leave, Father."

You say, "Before you go, daughter..."

You remove a midnight black rose.

In a cold voice, Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd says, "Yes?"

You say, "I know you are angry at me, but what I speak is the Truth. I stand forever hoping that you will return, as all return to the Glomdoring in the end. No matter where you are, I shall love you, no matter if that be in Magnagora as a pawn for Sthai, or elsewhere in the Basin. Know, Rhaena, that you will always have a home in Mighty Glomdoring..."

You give a midnight black rose to Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd.

You say, "I prey that you return home soon."

Rhaena d'Murani, Echo Of The Wyrd softens just slightly, but spins on her heel, her skirts flourishing as she does so, and storms out of the garden.

Rhaena leaves to the east.

"You say, "I prey that you return home soon.""

typo? Or true intentions?

The most gifted designers are Wyrd though!

Neither.

ooohhhhhh fun story! congrats!

Emar is really good

Very nice! You have a talent. Can't wait to run into you sooner or later.

Oooh, very nice!