So Iola wrote a letter to Lisaera saying that she felt like she was being a terrible Orderhead, and that maybe a new one would be better. That was about a week ago now. As I was wandering around Estelbar helping someone influence for pills, she felt Lisaera's presence wash over her and remind her that she was loved. So I went to the temple.

Thank you for understanding that as much as I wanted to give up the position if it was what was best, that I didn't really want to OOC and that I just needed to get back on track with what the Order needs me to do in terms of leadership

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You have emoted: Iola kneels down at the altar, clutching hold of the bracers
around her forearms.

You have emoted: Iola opens her mouth to speak, but chuckles under her breath
and tilts her head to the side.

Almost inaudibly, you say, "Thank You."

You have emoted: Iola clutches her bracers a little tighter and blinks, her
expression a little surprised at the presence of tears rolling down her cheeks.

You whisper, "I missed you."

The water upon the pool ripples slightly to a breeze as a soft voice whispers
past your ear, "And I you, little lady."

You whisper, "I...I am...I'm sorry."

The water upon the pool ripples slightly to a breeze as a soft voice whispers
past your ear, "Why are you sorry, dear one? You have served Me as you are
able."

You have emoted: Iola flushes with embarrassment as she tries to control her
shaking.

You whisper, "I am not...as good as the other two. I am...so small in their
shadow."

You whisper, "I would not mind...if I were as good for the Order as You wanted
me to be."

The water upon the pool ripples slightly to a breeze as a soft voice whispers
past your ear, "You stand tall in My eyes, dear one. What is it that troubles
you?"

You have emoted: Iola wraps her arms around herself and shakes her head.

You whisper, "I feel like I am doing nothing, even though I am here and I would
do anything for You - for the Order - for the Maidens. But they are so few and I
am so used to working silently in the background, it is as much my fault for not
talking to the others as it is theirs for not speaking with me..."

You have emoted: Iola runs her hand over her face.

You whisper, "I am not sure if I am making sense. I am...confused. I don't like
it. I am never confused."

The water upon the pool ripples slightly to a breeze as a soft voice whispers
past your ear, "You have a new one, My dear. Her name is Kaguya. Each day is a
new day."

You have emoted: Iola's lips twitch slightly, twisting into the beginnings of a
smile.

You whisper, "I want You to know...my doubt is never in my love for You, or
Yours for me. I...I could never be uncertain of that. It is what keeps
me...alive. Here. Trying."

The winds ruffle through your hair, causing small waves to lap agains the
circumference of the pool. A soft voice whispers, "As long as you continue to
try, My dear."

You have emoted: Iola smiles, and for the first time it reaches her eyes.

You whisper, "You may always count upon me to try, my Lady. Always."

The water upon the pool ripples slightly to a breeze as a soft voice whispers
past your ear, "I have instructed Gregori and Kelysa to also aid you in whatever
capacity you need upon the Maiden path. Let them know your desires."

You have emoted: Iola nods her head slowly, as if collecting her senses.

Smiling softly, you say, "I will."

A soft glow surrounds you, and you feel a light kiss upon your forehead. Then
the presence of the Goddess fades.

You have emoted: Iola leans against the altar, stilling until the last of her
tears have fallen, before pressing her palm to the cool silver in thanks.

Aww.

Lisaera is such a sweetheart.

:\\ So very heartwarming.

Nice

Seeing logs like this make me wish I was part of an order sometimes, but my experiences in orders has been highly negative (and lonely) in the past.

Let's see how Iola does now!

I should start logging things more. The only one I actually saved was that time Lisaera made me stab her. >_>

I'm kinda covetous of my private moments.

I do kinda hope you can make a turnaround. Though with your ah... Distractions if you're going to maintain your same level of playing time it seems unlikely. It's hard to perform to major roles.

I love seeing logs like this.

Nil hath no fury like Iola disappointed.

You're easier to deal with then Kelysa.

I think I unsettled those at Mother by eating 10 helpings of ice cream more than I did you by our conversation.

What, that's your glorious vengeance? Binge eating?

No. It's the wooden doll I sat and carved at Mother, then buried and had a funeral for.

Not angry. Just disappointed.

Where the hell is that log?

You tug upon the aether strands around you, searching for one that connects to
the Moonhart Mother Tree.

Mirenye raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hello!"

You sit yourself down.

Consisting of a small bundle of quality hard wood, the wood commodity is yet
rough and unformed.
It has 11 months of usefulness left.
It is strangely weightless.

You have emoted: Iola takes out a small knife and a bundle of wood, and begins
to carve one piece of kindling.

Utterly entranced, Mirenye emits a long "Ooooh."

Arix gives a bottle to you.

The bottle is crafted from thick, green glass. Indeed, the opacity of the bottle
is such that the contents, if there are any, remain completely hidden.
It has 149 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 12 ounce(s).
Revitalising black tea lemonade sloshes about in it.


You take a drink from a bottle.
Your blood surges as the black tea enters your system.
Dark and rich, this black tea has been somewhat lightened with lemonade, giving
it a yellow tint and a strong scent. Fresh lemons mingle with a bitter taste,
and sugar has been used to sweeten the drink into a pleasing, stimulating
beverage. This cool drink makes a perfect alternative to kafe-flavoured drinks,
with its light refreshing taste and its ease on the stomach.

You sway back and forth.

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

Mirenye leaves to the north.

You have emoted: Iola scrapes away at the wood until a vaguely humanoid figure
begins to appear.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Solanis emerging from the undergrowth.
A centaur hunter says, "Hail, wildeling."
A centaur hunter says, "Hail, wildeling."
A centaur hunter says, "Hail, wildeling."

You have emoted: Iola nods at herself and begins to put details onto the doll
using the tip of the blade.

Opening his mouth wide, Solanis gapes in wonder at you.

Moonsage Solanis Carthan, Eye of the Crone says, "Voodoo doll?"

You begin to wield a hefty shovel in your right hand.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You have emoted: Iola puts her knife back in her pocket and shakes her head.

One and Only Arix Carthan, The Original Brewmaster says, "Voodoo?"

You have emoted: Iola digs a small, rectangular hole and gently lays the wooden
doll within it.

You have emoted: Iola kneels down next to the miniature grave and bows her head.

One and Only Arix Carthan, The Original Brewmaster says, "No idea what voodoo
is, but that's not what she's doing."

You give a pained sigh.

You whisper, "I'm sorry. But you killed yourself. You killed yourself and made
us all watch."

You have emoted: Iola uses the shovel to scrape the earth back into the hole,
patting it down.

You have emoted: Iola takes another piece of wood from the bundle and jams it in
where the headstone should go.

You have emoted: Iola neatly paints the letter C onto the wooden headstone, and
the numbers 14-7-163 and 8-10-233 underneath.

You have emoted: Iola sits back against the Moonhart and eyes the grave
solmenly.

I think I know what those numbers mean!

Trooper Casilu, Charge of Haiden (Female Archlich Loboshigaru).
She is 70 years old, having been born on the 14th of Dvarsh, 163 years after the Coming of Estarra.


Today is the 9th of Juliary, 233 years after the Coming of Estarra. The phase of the moon is that of the Waning Gibbous.

(obviously it was done before the current date)