First zapping I never quite understood towards myself...
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tell charune where did you put Viravain?
You tell Charune, the Lord of the Hunt, "Where did you put Viravain?"
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....spam....
The Divine voice of Charune, the Lord of the Hunt echoes in your head, "Excuse
Me?"
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You tell Charune, the Lord of the Hunt, "I was told You were the last powerfull
being to see Her."
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The Divine voice of Charune, the Lord of the Hunt echoes in your head, "You
heard wrong."
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The shadow of Luccian suddenly grows longer.
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reply oh... Who was?
You tell Charune, the Lord of the Hunt, "Oh... Who was?"
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A floating sphere of shadows comes falling down from above to land with a
'THUMP.'
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The shadow of Luccian suddenly grows longer.
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The shadow of Luccian suddenly grows longer.
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Sunlight bellows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic
sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.
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The shadow of Luccian suddenly grows longer.
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Luccian leaves to the down.
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Luccian arrives from the down.
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Luccian.
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Brennan Stormcrow bows respectfully to Luccian.
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Luccian scampers about your surroundings carefully foraging for food, but alas
finds nothing.
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Luccian leaves to the north.
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Luccian arrives from the north.
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Brennan Stormcrow bows respectfully to Luccian.
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Luccian leaves to the down.
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A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of blue, crackling
energy strikes your mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your
brain. Blue fire erupts through your eye sockets and mouth as you die in
unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Charune.
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Your life essence slowly drains away as you move closer and closer to oblivion.
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
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l
... spam...
Disembodied, your consciousness is caught upon the cosmic winds, drifting
upwards, swaying like an autumn leaf gently cradled upon a balmy breeze. Below
you the world of Lusternia dwindles, making the Bowl of Life easy to discern,
encircled by the Razine Mountains and Avechna's Teeth, by the Southern and
Northern Mountain ranges. Soon, even that grows small and the world looks
nothing more than a spinning green-blue gem.
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Now, the cosmic winds draw you deeper into the vastness of the universe, and
Lusternia itself is nothing more than a dancing mote in the broad vista of
stars that surround you, part of a glorious spiral of swarming stars. Like the
petals of a rose slowly opening under Father Sun's newborn light, realization
dawns upon you that there is a pattern underneath the swirling chaos of light
and darkness, an almost imperceptible humming that is beautiful and terrible,
harmonious and discordant, fragmented and all encompassing.
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Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
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With this realization, you come to know that you too are part of this cosmic
dance, as much a part of creation as whole worlds, as prevailing as the gods,
as bright as the brightest star. But, alas, you are flawed, a fragment of
something larger, perhaps a fragment of a god or goddess, perhaps of something
new and terrible, but a fragment nonetheless. And until you reach perfection,
you cannot fully join the cosmic dance and must refine your soul once again
upon the wheel of birth and death.
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How many lifetimes have you lived? How many births have you suffered? You still
retain the individuality of this past incarnation. You know your name is
Daganev. You know you were born faeling. But other voices crowd behind you,
other lives have come and gone, wearing this fragment of the cosmos that is
your soul.
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Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
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But what a life you have lived this time around! Memories flare and burst
across the panorama of your consciousness. Faces of great friends you've grown
to love and cherish, of bitter enemies you've battled and opposed, of others
who you thought were inconsequential but represent important milestones within
your life story. As the memories of your adventures in Lusternia unravel across
your mindscape, you smile at some, frown at others, and are even embarrassed by
a few.
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Then the memory of your death hits you hard, and if you had a body, perhaps
you'd shed a tear. Not because you died, but because there were so many things
left undone, so many stories unfinished, so many futures cut short. You heave a
mental sigh and realize you are surrounded by a cold harsh light.
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Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
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(Market): Barrin says, "Trans Tailor for Hire."
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You know this light. It represents the draught of forgetfulness, and once you
drink of it, you will forget who you are and what you've done, the memories of
this lifetime to be filed away in the archives of your soul. How sad, you
think, that I must be reborn, to start all over again, from learning to walk
and speak to discovering anew what it is to feel the isolation of not
understanding your part in the cosmic dance.
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Suddenly, the light abruptly dies, leaving you disoriented and bewildered. You
are floating in an enormous chamber, disembodied and powerless to move, unable
to speak or think clearly. The only thing you are aware of is the enormous
tapestry upon the wall, that stretches to infinity, or at least beyond your
ken.
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Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
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The firmament reverberates as the voice of Charune, the Lord of the Hunt
resounds, "In an attempt to aid Glomdoring, I have started by stamping out one
who feels invading My thoughts and questioning Me in such a way, is a wise
course of action. Perhaps next time you wish to speak with Me, Daganev, you
will first ask Me if you have My permission to ask Me things instead of
addressing Me in such a manner." //Huh???
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The detail of the tapestry is incredibly complex and detailed, as each strand
of thread is intricately woven to depict the tale of someone's life. You try
and follow the story of some of the threads, but find it is impossible to
follow a single line of story as each strand interlinks and weaves with other
strands, creating patterns so entangled and labyrinthine that it leaves you
wonderstruck.
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Meep
thread's getting cleaned up.
