I beat you in that FFA....*murmur*

Oh, and yay! 1/3 of it.

I then trounced you afterwards. In the freeforall, I was trying to cure in the room when I should've just tumbled out earlier, as I said. Tumblings works so much better.

Anyhow, that doesn't really matter. At that time, he knew nothing. He was trying to kick me and jab me with a cudgel. Pathetic!

Well, yes... He forgot that they were magical items, and much more powerful than the ways he was trying to use them.

He tried to jab the spider that attacked him to death. I guess most of you saw the deathsense...<.<

Oookay, here it is:
Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. False Memory, the Shadow of Crow, fills the air here with its dark form, surrounded by a nimbus of power. A blackthorn sapling clings
tenaciously to the ground here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Dark Marshall, Etanru is here. Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the
Black Nest is here. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand and a golden sickle in her right. Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide is here. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Spinner of the Dusk,
Nievea, The Crimson Witch is here. She wields a nature talisman in her left hand. Fledgling Koloff, Shadow of Crow is here, shrouded. He wields a nature talisman in his left hand. Darkened Ksilrinda, Child of False Memory is here. She
wields a golden sickle in her left hand. Master Josun Ion'r is here. He wields a mystic cudgel in his right hand.
You see exits leading north and southwest.

Spinner of the Dusk, Nievea, The Crimson Witch nods once and falls in line with the others.

Ashteru flashes you a joyous smile.

Ashteru ceases to wield a mystic cudgel in his right hand.

Ashteru ceases to wield a golden sickle in his left hand.

Fledgling Koloff, Shadow of Crow scratches his head slightly as he falls in line.

Cairam ceases to wield a mystic cudgel in her left hand.

Cairam ceases to wield a golden sickle in her right hand.

Dark Marshall, Etanru Faeshade strides forward, taking his place in the circle.

Darkened Ksilrinda, Child of False Memory moves and stands in line with the others.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide gazes at the surrounding crowed once before falling into his position within the ring.

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Josun ceases to wield a mystic cudgel in his right hand.

Josun kneels and reverently places a palm on the ground. The stalk of a plant pushes up from the earth and forms a bud, which then unfolds and blossoms into a golden flower. Josun reaches out and cups the flower in his hands which shimmers
into a sacred golden sickle.

Josun begins to wield a golden sickle in his left hand.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder takes a quick step forward and embraces Cairam, pressing his snout against her cheek. Some quick whispered words into her ears and he's back at his place, looking at Josun.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Everyone... we are gathered here to work great magics upon Ashteru through ritual. Through ritual, we will erase his memory completely ... so completely that all he remembers is Glomdoring."

Master Josun Ion'r pauses, gazing thoughtfully at Ashteru, then at Cairam.

Master Josun Ion'r says to Cairam, "You will hold Ashteru's hand. If you sense anything negative happening to him, make him snap out of it somehow. Clench the hand, slap him, kill him, do whatever you may have to."

Cairam tilts her head and listens intently to Josun.

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder shows off his fangs, grinning slightly about thoughts only he knows.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Nothing should happen... but hold his hand, nonetheless."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest steps to Ashteru's side and takes his large, furry paw in her delicate fingers, her thumb stroking over his fur.

Master Josun Ion'r glances around the circle.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "You of the protective circle will walk counter-clockwise during this ritual... this will both conjure energy and keep it contained within. It's -extremely- important that the energy created is contained within this
circle. Is that understood?"

Nievea nods her head emphatically.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get on it!"

Josun urges his companions onwards.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest glances around to the others, waiting for them to walk counter-clockwise around the nest.

Dark Marshall, Etanru Faeshade begins to shuffle counterclockwise.

Fledgling Koloff, Shadow of Crow tries to figure out which wat is counter-clockwise.

Darkened Ksilrinda, Child of False Memory begins to walk counter-clockwise around the nest.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide starts making small falls into line.

You say to Koloff, "Just follow the others."

Fledgling Koloff, Shadow of Crow follows Ksilrinda.

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

Spinner of the Dusk, Nievea, The Crimson Witch follow along, walking counter-clockwise.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. False Memory, the Shadow of Crow, fills the air here with its dark form, surrounded by a nimbus of power. A blackthorn sapling clings
tenaciously to the ground here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here. Master Josun Ion'r is here. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand. Dark Marshall, Etanru is here. Darkened Ksilrinda, Child of False Memory is
here. She wields a golden sickle in her left hand. Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide is here. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest is here. Spinner of
the Dusk, Nievea, The Crimson Witch is here. She wields a nature talisman in her left hand. Fledgling Koloff, Shadow of Crow is here, shrouded. He wields a nature talisman in his left hand.
You see exits leading north and southwest.

Master Josun Ion'r draws some red tint from a pouch in his backpack. Deliberately, he crushes the crimson colour against his fingers before hovering closer to Ashteru, reaching up and marking his chin with a bold streak.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Forevermore, may the words you breathe be only of and for Glomdoring."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder locks his golden eyes on Josun, watching every move.

Master Josun Ion'r again takes some red tint and marks Ashteru's right cheek, right beneath his eye.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Forevermore, may you see the beauty of the Glomdoring, and only the Glomdoring's beauty."

Master Josun Ion'r presses his fingertips again into the tint. He pauses, motioning for Ashteru to close his left eye.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder follows Josuns orders and closes his eyes.

Master Josun Ion'r marks Ashteru's eyelid carefully with the red tint.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Forevermore, may you reject anything that is not the Glomdoring, that is inferior, for you will see the truths behind the lies of those who would harm the Forest."

Master Josun Ion'r collects the rest of the tint on his fingers and presses his fingertips to Ashteru's forehead. When he removes them, the heavy imprint of four small circles remains.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder softly presses together the claw Cairams hand holds.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Forevermore, will you remember the Glomdoring, and only the Glomdoring. Everything before Glomdoring will disappear, and anything that would not be Glomdoring will never come to be."

Master Josun Ion'r hovers backwards and closer to the rotating circle, pointing his golden sickle at Ashteru's head. The crimson marks suddenly glow brightly and hotly, radiating a strange heat that overtakes the area and just as quickly
subsides into the dark cool of Glomdoring.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest squeezes Ashteru's paw, looking up at his face, and watching Josun flutter in the air.

Master Josun Ion'r frowns, carefully studying Ashteru. He mutters something softly, and again raises his sickle, pointing it at Ashteru's head. Again, a brief moment of intense light and heat permeates the area from the marks before
disappearing.

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

Cairam tilts her head curiously.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Circle... stop moving and kneel. Pray, chant, do whatever you must... I do not think his memory has been completely erased yet... kneel, I said, kneel!"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder closes his claw stronger now, his face going from a slight smile to a grimace.

Dark Marshall, Etanru Faeshade blinks rapidly, stopping his counterclockwise pacing tumbling down onto his knees.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest squeezes Ashteru's paw tightly in her hand, his grip beginning to crack her knuckles. She emits a small whimper of pain.

Darkened Ksilrinda, Child of False Memory halts and kneels down on the ground, silvery eyes watchful.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide kneels in place.

Spinner of the Dusk, Nievea, The Crimson Witch stops and lowers herself to her knees. She bows her head in silent prayer.

Koloff kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility and respect.

Nievea kneels onto one knee, demonstrating her humility and respect.

Master Josun Ion'r growls and mutters something again, his lips and tongue sharply enunciating each incomprehensible syllable. Again, he points his sickle toward Ashteru's head. This time, however, the sickle's blade glows a shadowy colour.
Oddly enough, the shadows appear to cling to the sickle before shooting off, swarming and squeezing around Ashteru's head in a way that would appear to be painful.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder grins his teeth as he hears the whimper of his love and pushes her away easily, his eyes still closed, his tongue haning out and he panting heavily.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest exclaims, "No!"

Master Josun Ion'r sucks in a sharp breath, concentrating, his crimson eyes narrowed into slits. Ashteru's marks begin to glow violet, stronger and stronger, until strangely, the shadows appear to be absorbed by the marks. Josun continues
to mutter his incomprehensible chant throughout the process.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest reaches for Ashteru's paw, clinging to it with both of her hands.

Master Josun Ion'r pauses suddenly, allowing his eyes to gaze steadily at Ashteru's head. Waiting until the last bit of shadow is absorbed into Ashteru's head, he drops and relaxes the arm holding his sickle and nods his head at the circle
to stop.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "It should be completed..."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder falls down to his knees, a low, fericious growl escaping his throat.

Master Josun Ion'r carefully studies Ashteru's form.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest holds tight to Ashteru's hand, her nails digging in past his fur and into his skin.

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "Are you... well?"

Josun tilts his head and listens intently.

Nievea stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder sinks completely down to the ground, his arms wrapped around his head, heavy breathing can be heared. Then, after a short while, the breaths seem to calm down, and after some more seconds, he
removes his arms and gets to his feet, his eyes still closed, his form shaking.

Josun purses his lips, deep in thought as he contemplates Ashteru.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder slowly opens his eyes, gazing down at something at his side.

Etanru tilts his head curiously.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest loosens her grip slightly, looking to Ashteru's face.

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Josun pauses for a second, a slight frown upon his face.

Josun begins to wield a mystic cudgel in his right hand.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder swiftly turns around and grabs Cairam at her shoulders, lifting her easily off the ground. Lifting her up to his face, his eyes narrowing to thin slits, a low, growling escapes his snout.
'You....why are you...hurting me?'

Etanru blinks.

Cairam blinks incredulously at Ashteru.

Master Josun Ion'r eyes Ashteru's movements warily.

Nievea blinks.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "I... You're hurting me... I wasn't supposed to let go!"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "What are you babbeling, woman?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder (Male Igasho Changeling).
He is 36 years old, having been born on the 23rd of Juliary, 96 years after the Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 69th in Lusternia.
He is the 3rd ranked combatant with a rating of 280.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is a Night's tender in the Forest of Glomdoring.
He holds the position of an a Wing of Crow in the Blacktalon.
He is a Planar Drifter in the Fellowship of Explorers
He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
His motto: 'Forever.'
He is considered to be approximately 60% of your might.
He has been engaged to be married to Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest for 14 months.
He is not currently active in any family.
He is an honoured Caregiver to the tae'dae cubs in Estelbar.
He survived the horror of Kethuru when creation was threatened.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "And...what are you all up to anyway?"

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "Now, now... she is your mate. Do you not recall that much?"

Narses blinks.

Josun blinks incredulously at Ashteru.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder glances around himself, eyeing everyone in the area carefully.

Josun ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You raise an eyebrow at Ashteru.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "I'm you're mate, Ashteru..."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says to Ashteru, "I'm your mate..."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to Cairam, "I'd remember that now, wouldn't I?"

Ashteru curls his lip and sneers arrogantly.

Josun sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Cairam frowns at Ashteru.

Koloff stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Well... this is interesting..."

You say to Ashteru, "Then what do you remember?"

You raise an eyebrow at Ashteru.

Josun stares at Ashteru with a slight frown upon his features.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder puts Cairam down again and still glances around, finally concentrating on Xenthos.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "I..."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest stumbles to the ground, falling back and catching herselve on the edge of the nest.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder a slight frown moves over Ashterus features as he seems to dig for an answer, but finding nothing.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says to Cairam, "Are you allright?"

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says to Narses, "Aye... Just my hand..."

You say, "Now come. Surely you can remember SOMETHING if you can so casually dismiss the one you are engaged to, Ashteru."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "I...remember enough."
eyebrow ashteru

You raise an eyebrow at Ashteru.

Ashteru raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder (Male Igasho Changeling).
He is 36 years old, having been born on the 23rd of Juliary, 96 years after the Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 69th in Lusternia.
He is the 3rd ranked combatant with a rating of 280.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is a Night's tender in the Forest of Glomdoring.
He holds the position of an a Wing of Crow in the Blacktalon.
He is a Planar Drifter in the Fellowship of Explorers
He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
His motto: 'Forever.'
He is considered to be approximately 60% of your might.
He has been engaged to be married to Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest for 14 months.
He is not currently active in any family.
He is an honoured Caregiver to the tae'dae cubs in Estelbar.
He survived the horror of Kethuru when creation was threatened.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...Engaged?"

Josun nods his head at Ashteru.

Josun pauses for a second, a slight frown upon his face.

Cairam waves about an emerald wedding ring set with a large moonstone energetically.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide turns his gaze at Ashteru, his eyes blazing intensly.

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "I was there for your proposal to her, as was Etanru. Remember...?"

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "Aye, engaged. This ring you proposed to me with."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder ponders the situation for a moment before he looks at Cairam, watching the ring she waves.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....I don't remember that."

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Cairam removes an emerald wedding ring set with a large moonstone.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "Look at it!"

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "You gave it to me!"

You say, "If you can remember anything, you should be able to say so. Otherwise, do not disregard that which those of us were there for. Do you even know where you are?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks at a point in the trees over Cairams shoulder, his eyes glazing over for a moment.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "...I am in...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "....somewhere."
hmph

"Hmph!" you snort.

Master Josun Ion'r glances furtively down at his journal, quickly making some notes.

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks at Cairam, turning to her.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Engaged to you, hmph..."

Cairam gives a horrified gasp.

Ashteru shakes his head.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says, "The ritual was a complicated one, we cannot say if you won't recall anything later."

Ashteru gives an emerald wedding ring set with a large moonstone to Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest.

Cairam's lower lip begins to tremble as her eyes fill with heavy tears.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder (Male Igasho Changeling).
He is 36 years old, having been born on the 23rd of Juliary, 96 years after the Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 69th in Lusternia.
He is the 3rd ranked combatant with a rating of 280.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is a Night's tender in the Forest of Glomdoring.
He holds the position of an a Wing of Crow in the Blacktalon.
He is a Planar Drifter in the Fellowship of Explorers
He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
His motto: 'Forever.'
He is considered to be approximately 60% of your might.
He is not currently active in any family.
He is an honoured Caregiver to the tae'dae cubs in Estelbar.
He survived the horror of Kethuru when creation was threatened.

Josun blinks.

Narses blinks.

You crease your brow in a frown.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest sadly says, "Why?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I don't think I should be 'engaged' to someone I don't remember even getting engaged with, no?"

Tears fill Cairam's eyes and begin to slowly run down her face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder gazes coldly down at Cairam before he turns to Narses and Josun.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "So......you two......"


Ashteru cracks his knuckles loudly.

Master Josun Ion'r draws his shoulders back, gazing intently at Ashteru.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Yes?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Why don't I remember ANYTHING?"

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I.....I know what my name is....I know that......"

Master Josun Ion'r says, "You asked me to erase your memory. You -asked- me to, and you asked it be done as quickly as possible."

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

You say, "Maybe because I have said it more than once?"

You say, "Not even that sparked anything?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder (Male Igasho Changeling).
He is 36 years old, having been born on the 23rd of Juliary, 96 years after the Coming of Estarra.
He is ranked 69th in Lusternia.
He is the 3rd ranked combatant with a rating of 280.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is a Night's tender in the Forest of Glomdoring.
He holds the position of an a Wing of Crow in the Blacktalon.
He is a Planar Drifter in the Fellowship of Explorers
He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
His motto: 'Forever.'
He is considered to be approximately 60% of your might.
He is not currently active in any family.
He is an honoured Caregiver to the tae'dae cubs in Estelbar.
He survived the horror of Kethuru when creation was threatened.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder grinds his teeth, his claws helplessly scratching the air.

You stare implacably at Ashteru, and he shrinks from your gaze.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest sobs loudly from the edge of the nest, her face buried in her hands.

Master Josun Ion'r says to Narses, "Go to Cairam... this was not supposed to happen..."

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "The preparations... the circle, the print... the people..."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "What are you saying anyway? I don't even -KNOW- you."

You say to Cairam, "Peace, Cairam. This is not entirely the end... he will just need new memories to replace that which he has lost."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says to you, "He despises me, now."

Cairam breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

Master Josun Ion'r hovers toward the violet circle, bending down and touching it thoughtfully.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says to Ashteru, "Your behaviour is a rash one, think before you act for Crow's sake."

Dark Marshall, Etanru Faeshade says to Ashteru, "You must recall something beyond your name. Me? Your oath?"

Master Josun Ion'r draws his hand back sharply.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder quickly pats his robes and finally, his claws return, armed with his weapons.

Ashteru begins to wield a mystic cudgel in his left hand.

Ashteru begins to wield a golden sickle in his right hand.

Dark Marshall, Etanru Faeshade says to Ashteru, "Your talents?"

Master Josun Ion'r frowns and marks some more notes in his journal.

You say to Ashteru, "Ahh, but I know you, Ashteru. I did not think I would be that easy to forget, however."

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I don't KNOW ANYONE OF YOU!"

You point off into the wild blue yonder.

You point accusingly at False Memory, the Shadow of Crow.
You remember how Crow once gloriously ruled all of the Basin of Life, and probably will again.

You say, "Do you remember this?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder breaks down to his knees, his hands clutching his head.

Josun pauses for a second, a slight frown upon his face.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says to Ashteru, "You must rest, we can not yet determine the consequences of that which came to pass."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I don't REMEMBER ANYTHING! You....YOU STOLE EVERYTHING!"

You frown at Ashteru.

Cairam whimpers like a wounded puppy.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "No one stole anything of yours, Ashteru."

You say to Ashteru, "It is difficult to steal that which you freely gave, Ashteru."

The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.

Cairam sniffles softly.

You say to Ashteru, "The fact that you cannot remember it was your own doing, your own choice, not ours."

Spinner of the Dusk, Nievea, The Crimson Witch reaches out to place a comforting hand on Cairam's shoulder.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder jabs at the bottom of the nest helplessly.

You say to Ashteru, "You wished to be more fully of the Glomdoring Forest."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I....I...."

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says to Ashteru, "You said you had nothing worth remembering... why?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT GLOMDORING IS!"

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

Ashteru wildly jabs a golden sickle at you. The blade bounces off your sternum, delivering only a shallow puncture.

Ashteru swings a mystic cudgel at you. You are hit on the left thigh for a minor bruise.

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "Glomdoring is all that there is."

Cairam frowns at Ashteru.

The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Leave me alone! ALONE, I SAY!"

Ashteru leaves to the north.
Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. False Memory, the Shadow of Crow, fills the air here with its dark form, surrounded by a nimbus of power. A blackthorn sapling clings
tenaciously to the ground here. Dark Marshall, Etanru is here. Darkened Ksilrinda, Child of False Memory is here, shrouded. She wields a golden sickle in her left hand. Spinner of the Dusk, Nievea, The Crimson Witch is here. She wields a
nature talisman in her left hand. Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide is here, shrouded. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Master Josun Ion'r is here, shrouded. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand
and a mystic cudgel in his right. Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest is here, shrouded. Fledgling Koloff, Shadow of Crow is here. He wields a nature talisman in his left hand.
You see exits leading north and southwest.

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

Ashteru arrives from the southwest.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder comes running in and glances around, his eyes widening.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "WHERE DID YOU TRAP ME?"

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "You must rest. Perhaps in sleep, something will return to you."

You say, "You came here of your own free will."

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "Rest beneath False Memory's gaze."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to Josun, "I DON'T NEED REST!"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to Josun, "I NEED MEMORIES!"

Ashteru wildly jabs a golden sickle at Josun. Ashteru stumbles forward as he fails to connect.

Ashteru swings a mystic cudgel at Josun. Ashteru hits his left arm and only leaves a small bruise.

Master Josun Ion'r exclaims to Ashteru, "Rest!"

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest chokes on a sob, backing out of the circle to the edge of the nest.

You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You see a field of rotting flesh stretching before you.

You say to Ashteru, "Greet the Aspect of Crow!"

You say to Ashteru, "Let its memories fill you!"

Josun nods his head emphatically.

The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide makes his way to Cairam's side and stands between her and Ashteru.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says to you, "Crow...Glomdoring....why SHOULD I DO ANYTHING YOU SAY?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder exclaims, "I NEVER HEARD OF EITHER!"

You say, "You are the one who just said you desire memories. Here, there is a plentiful source."

Ashteru peers at you unscrupulously.

Josun bows respectfully to False Memory, the Shadow of Crow.
Josun suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks at Josuns reaction.

Master Josun Ion'r turns his gaze skyward, murmuring a soft prayer.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Aye...I WANT TO REMEMBER PAIN, SURELY!"

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Pain?"

Ashteru leaps into the the air and launches a flying kick at you.
Ashteru connects painfully.

Master Josun Ion'r smiles and says, "What pain?"

You say to Ashteru, "And as to why you should do anything we say... you do realize that you are the first one I have allowed to attack me without grinding them into the dirt?"

You say to Ashteru, "Because I am here to help you."

Josun takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his arms.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks at Xenthos, his snout opening and then closing again.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest gazes down at her hand, bruises and swelling becoming apparent beneath her skin.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder grits his teeth and looks around himself, watching every movement of those around him.

Josun creases his brow in a frown.

You say, "I do not tolerate attacks against me lightly, Ashteru. Yet this time, I am holding my hands. Ask yourself why, if I truly wished you harm, I would not take that excuse to slaughter you where you stand."

With a flourish, you slip a baleful rapier of darkened steel into a dark forestal scabbard.
sheathe rapier

With a flourish, you slip a baleful rapier of darkened steel into a dark forestal scabbard.
Why would I put my weapons away?

You say, "Why would I put my weapons away?"

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "You....you just want to make me think of myself safe!"

You say, "Because you are."

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says, "To what end? what do we gain from it?"

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest pulls the stopper from a small vial with her teeth, and lets a drop or two drip onto her broken hand. Gingerly, she spreads around the salve with her fingers, a look of relief on her face.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says, "We could have easily killed you."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I don't know....maybe you want to take more from me....than my memory!"

Master Josun Ion'r says, "What else is there to take?"

Josun tilts his head curiously.

You say, "What more can we take, at this point?"

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says, "You gave your memories away you arrogant bastared."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder runs over to Josun, tackling him to the ground and moving his sickle near his throat.

Master Josun Ion'r gazes steadily at Ashteru, not flinching.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says to Ashteru, "One more move and you die."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest exclaims, "No! Don't hurt him!"

You raise an eyebrow at Narses.

Master Josun Ion'r says to Ashteru, "I do not fear death. Slit my throat if you desire it."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "Ashteru, don't... Please..."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder grins inanely, his, eyes twitching. Then, his snout moves over to Josuns ear and whispers. 'Tell me....what do you want from me?'
to narses let him be. If this is what he needs to prove that we are not his enemies... let him try.

You say to Narses, "Let him be. If this is what he needs to prove that we are not his enemies... let him try."

Koloff picks his nose absently.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide lowers his cudgel slowly.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks up to Cairam, his eyes focusing on her.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest holds Ashteru's gaze, violet irises meeting gold.

Master Josun Ion'r grins and chuckles softly. "Nothing... nothing at all. Nothing more than for you to become one with the Glomdoring like the rest of us here. This is what you desired, and we are your brothers and sisters... you put your
faith in us, and we, in Crow, to guide you."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder gazes at Cairam, his face a grimace. Then, hearing Josuns words, he sinks back and throws his weapons away, groaning heavily.

Ashteru drops a mystic cudgel.

Ashteru drops a golden sickle.

You say, "Leave the weapons."

You say to Ashteru, "We will not take them from you."

Narses ceases to wield a mystic cudgel in his right hand.

Narses ceases to wield a golden sickle in his left hand.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder curls up and presses his knees against his chest, his claws in front of his face.

Master Josun Ion'r stumbles back to his feet before beating his large, leathery wings to float above the ground again.

The wind whistles eerily through the trees.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder slowly opens and closes his claws, fericious, natural weapons, in front of his face, before glancing over to Josun.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, ".........hmph."

The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.

As dawn touches the horizon, shimmering auroral patterns of light sweep out across the sky in swirls of emerald, shifting fluidly to aquamarine, and then to cerulean blue before fading away.

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says, "Let me ask you a question, would you have put yourself in our hands willingly if you doubted our intent?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder lets out a long sigh and seems to shrink in size as he breaths out, his fur withdrawing into his skin, his long limbs shortening.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks down at himself, surprised by the still continuing changes. 'Wha....what?'

Ashteru's body and features begin to melt like wax, then solidifies into a faeling.

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...Another trick...."

Narses Ion'r, The Dark Guide says, "A true child of the Glomdoring, rise."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder sighs softly, nothing left of the danger he once emaneted. ' I....am too tired to rise....I am weary.....' Turning his head to Josun, sad eyes dominating his face, his mouth opens and closes,
formulating a silent question.

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder grins weakly as Josuns mental reply echoes in his head.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...so....what was the intent?"
tell xavius Ohh, the Wyrden Woods?

Josun yawns suddenly and mightily.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "It was as I said it was before, when you had your sickle to my throat."

Master Josun Ion'r says, "The intent was to make you closer to Glomdoring, to make you remember only Glomdoring, for only Glomdoring truly matters."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks down to the ground, his eyes widening slightly.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "..fine...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "What do I have to do?"

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Perhaps you should wander the woods a bit. Let everything sink in... let the beauty take you. Perhaps, if you cannot remember the Forest, you may at least fall in love with it again."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder stands up, more with the gracefullness of an igasho than of a faeling, and stands there softly, his eyes looking to his feet, his whole behaviour screaming 'scared'.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Well......then I'll do that..."

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest stands up, and moves back into the circle. She reaches out a tentative hand to Ashteru's shoulder.

Master Josun Ion'r says, "Take your weapons again."

Master Josun Ion'r says, "I will lead us back to the Master Ravenwood..."

Master Josun Ion'r tilts his head slightly to one side, his bangs shrouding his cold eyes as he gives a crooked half-smile.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder backs away from Cairam with a swift step and shakes his head slightly.

Cairam gives a pained sigh.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "No one....don't come close to me...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder narrows his eyes slightly.

Sunlight bellows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.

Ashteru picks up a mystic cudgel.

Ashteru picks up a golden sickle.

Josun nods his head affirmatively.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest backs away, merging back into the circle.

Master Josun Ion'r smiles and says to Koloff, "Follow me again."

Ashteru arrives from the southeast.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow, can barely be discerned here.
You see exits leading south and northwest.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading southeast, southwest, and west.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A large ebon feather floats in the air, twirling about on stray breezes. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and southwest.

Ashteru arrives from the east.

You point accusingly at an ebon feather.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "So....what's your name?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "And a nice feather you have there..."

You say to Ashteru, "I am Xenthos."

A large shadow ripples in the air, gradually melting away to reveal Narses.

You say, "No, this feather is the secret of this nest, Ashteru."

Narses leaves to the southeast.

Ashteru tilts his head curiously.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "What do you mean?"

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

You say, "Approach it... try to enter it... and you will be brought to the center of the Ethereal Glomdoring."

You say, "But first, visit the Aspects of Brother Crow."

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A large ebon feather floats in the air, twirling about on stray breezes. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and southwest.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks undecided to the ground but then nods slightly.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Good...I will...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....where are they?"
Would you like somebody to help describe what you see?

You say, "Would you like somebody to help describe what you see?"
Or would you prefer to view it alone?

You say, "Or would you prefer to view it alone?"

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A large ebon feather floats in the air, twirling about on stray breezes. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and southwest.

You say, "The Aspects reside in this nest. You should see them as you walk around."

You say, "You can greet them, and they will impart some of their knowledge to you."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks around and then down to his feet, a mubmled 'I don't want to be alone' is all that can be heared.

You nod your head emphatically.

Narses arrives from the east.

You begin to follow Ashteru.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Evil lagbeast attacked me!

As Narses walks towards an ebon feather, it twirls over to touch his forehead, and he is surrounded by a corona of darkness before melting into the shadows.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to edge of the Dark Nest.

You tell Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest, "Would you come back to Ethereal, and follow me, please?"
look

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Blood Thirst, the Shadow of Crow, swirls in the air here, surrounded by a nimbus of power. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the
ground here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading northeast and south.
This is Blood Thirst.

You say, "This is Blood Thirst."

Cairam tells you, "Yes."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks around and finally, his gaze reaches the big bird.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Cairam emerging from the undergrowth.

Cairam begins to follow you.

You say, "He represents the Aspect of Crow that hungers... thirsts for knowledge, for power."

Cairam takes a drink from a sapphire vial.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....he looks angry..."

You say, "But He knows not to reach for it hastily, but to bide His time."

You greet Blood Thirst, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Hunger pangs roil up in your belly.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Blood Thirst, the Shadow of Crow, swirls in the air here, surrounded by a nimbus of power. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the
ground here. Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest is here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading northeast and south.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder laughs out sadly. 'Unlike me, eh....'

The dark shadow is shaped like Crow, though it is thinner and constantly moves. Searching to quench a thirst that will never be sated, this aspect of Crow constantly caws hungrily and fills the air with a keening hunger.
Blood Thirst, the Shadow of Crow exudes an aura of overwhelming power.

Ashteru greets Blood Thirst, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru licks his lips.

You say, "He is not angry... He hungers."

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest chews her lip, watching and listening carefully.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks down at himself.

You tell Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest, "He said that he did not wish to be alone... so we are exploring together."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....incredible...."

Cairam tells you, "I really can't stay."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "He must be powerfull.......and feared...."

You tell Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest, "Ah..."

You tell Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest, "Then I am sorry."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder backs away slowly from the aspect, and leaving it soon behind.

Cairam tells you, "In fact, I should be going right now. Don't remind him of me... I think it irks him."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder south to edge of the Dark Nest.
Cairam follows you south.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "I should go.."

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Black Sorrow, the Shadow of Crow, slinks around on the floor of the nest here.
Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here. Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest is here.
You see exits leading north and southeast.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest says, "Farewell, Ashteru... Xenthos."

You say, "Be well, Cairam."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...Take care."

Cairam leaves to the north.

Ashteru greets Black Sorrow, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru begins to cry.

A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder dries his tears and glares hatefully at himself.

You tell Darkened Druidess Cairam, Servant of the Black Nest, "I do not think you irritate him. He just does not wish anyone to be close. Perhaps you can help return his memory... that is why I asked you to come, to help speak with him."

You shake your head at Ashteru.
This is Black Sorrow, the Aspect of Brother Crow that knows despair.

(Glomdoring): Cairam (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Farewell, Glomdoring."

You say, "This is Black Sorrow, the Aspect of Brother Crow that knows despair."

(Glomdoring): Penelope (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Be well, Cairam."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "And he shares it...."

(Glomdoring): Nievea (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Go well Cairam."

You say, "But it does not let that despair consume Him!"

You say, "He uses it as a weapon, Ashteru. He exploits it in others, instead of falling victim to it Himself."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder glances up at the large shadow, his lips pressed together in thought.

You say, "Everyone knows despair, everyone can succumb to it... except for Brother Crow, and those who learn His ways."

You say, "While they do know despair, they do not let it rule them."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder gazes at the shadow the whole time, listening to your speech. Finally, he steps away from it and quickly walks off, his face hidden in shadows.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southeast to edge of the Dark Nest.
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to edge of the Dark Nest.
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northeast to edge of the Dark Nest.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. False Memory, the Shadow of Crow, fills the air here with its dark form, surrounded by a nimbus of power. A blackthorn sapling clings
tenaciously to the ground here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading north and southwest.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder lets out a faint gurgle as he returns to this place.
This is Brother Crow's Aspect of False Memory

You say, "This is Brother Crow's Aspect of False Memory."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder avoids looking even near the aspect, glancing at his surroundings.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "We met."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...now...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "To get new memories....."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I have to greet him?"

You say, "This represents His remembering things how He desires. He has never been weak, He has never fallen. He has never been unsure of Himself."

You nod your head at Ashteru.

A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

You say, "Each time you greet him, He will fill you with different memories."


You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You see a field of rotting flesh stretching before you.


You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You remember how Crow once gloriously ruled all of the Basin of Life, and probably will again.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....admireable...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Never fallen..."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Never been weak...."
nod ashteru

You nod your head at Ashteru.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Ashteru blinks.

You tilt your head curiously.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder takes a step away from the aspect, clenching his fist around his cudgel.

You say, "What did you see?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....a field of rotting flesh...."

You say, "And what is wrong with that? Those are the corpses of our enemies, who dare to bear arms against us. They are paid their due."

You tilt your head curiously.

A wry smile spreads across Ashteru's face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Now...that makes it different...."

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.

You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You see a field of rotting flesh stretching before you.


You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You remember how Crow once gloriously ruled all of the Basin of Life, and probably will again.

You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You know deep within yourself that Crow has always been the strongest of the totem spirits.

You greet False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You see a field of rotting flesh stretching before you.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks up at crow again, a slight smile on his face.

"Greetings!" Ashteru says with a smile.

Ashteru clears his throat.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru beams broadly.


You say, "What did you see that time?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I didn't -see- anything....I got to -know- something."

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

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

You say, "Ahh."

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru opens his eyes wide.

Ashteru beams broadly.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Crow is...good...."

You nod your head emphatically.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru nods his head vigorously.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.
Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru suddenly grimaces in disgust.

Ashteru greets False Memory, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru opens his eyes wide.

Ashteru drifts away from the conversation, lost in his daydreams.

Kariya tells you, "I do not even know him, but this was not just a random accident."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder snaps out of his daydreams and looks at Xenthos.

You say, "I believe that you have learned all that this Aspect is willing to share at this time."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Now....the last aspect...."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder north to edge of the Dark Nest.

The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow, can barely be discerned here. Darkwing Ashteru
d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading south and northwest.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder shivers slightly.

You say, "And this... this is Dark Spirit."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "He is about....?"

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.

You say, "Ahh, He is most intriguing. Instead of the past, He is the NOW. You are strong! You will always triumph! Nothing can stand in your way!"

You greet Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
For a moment, you love Crow with all your heart.

You greet Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
For a moment, you love Crow with all your heart.

You greet Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
You suddenly understand why Crow is the most beautiful of the Great Spirits.

Ashteru greets Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru sighs dramatically.

You greet Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
For a moment, you love Crow with all your heart.

You greet Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Oddly enough, you think it would be a great honor to be fed to Crow.

Ashteru greets Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru sighs dramatically.

Ashteru greets Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru sighs dramatically.

Ashteru greets Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru sighs dramatically.

Ashteru greets Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
Ashteru sighs dramatically.

Ashteru greets Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow with a sincere smile.
A smile spreads over the face of Ashteru.

Ashteru beams broadly.

Ashteru nods his head emphatically.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Crow -is- good...."

You nod your head emphatically.

Ashteru's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You say, "Are you ready to meet the Avatars of Mother Night? They are a little more aloof than these Aspects, and do not share much of themselves, but they are sent by Her to watch over this Ethereal forest as well."

Ashteru ponders the situation.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Is Night like Crow?"

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say, "She is His partner, in a sense. Together, they are the Great Spirits of the Glomdoring Forest."

Ashteru tugs his chin thoughtfully.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Can you show me them?"

You say, "We will explore the forest."

You say, "You will lead me to them."

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Dark Spirit, the Shadow of Crow, can barely be discerned here. Darkwing Ashteru
d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading south and northwest.
This is your learning experience, not mine

You say, "This is your learning experience, not mine."

Birds fill your ears with serenades of happiness and love.
Seek that feather out.

You say, "Seek that feather out."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks about himself, sighing helplessly.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northwest to edge of the Dark Nest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder west to edge of the Dark Nest.

Edge of the Dark Nest.
The nest is made from dry black twigs that are hard as the hardest iron. The wood is sticky with a viscous dark substance that could be a mixture of blood and sap. Between the twigs are chunks of rotting flesh, attracting swarms of buzzing
black flies. A large ebon feather floats in the air, twirling about on stray breezes. A hemlock sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and southwest.
And now, try to enter it.

You say, "And now, try to enter it."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder strokes over the feather, his eyes gleaming softly.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder ether to the resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.

You nod your head emphatically.

The resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
Reigning over the utter destruction that once rampaged through this room is the presence of the Wyrd, which pulses with a rhythm that reverberates through every leaf and twig. The entire glade is dwarfed by the massive shards of tree that
emanated from the centre of the change. Ebony sap streams down the bark, dark mauve toadstools growing in circles around the massive girth, glowing with a sepulchral luminescence that highlights the surroundings in a baleful light. The
surrounding trees grow tall and dark, with the whispering praise and the howls of triumph of the winds. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an
immeasurable yet dark power. A statue of a leopard stands here, caught mid-leap, its razor-sharp fangs exposed for the kill. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. There are 9 shadowlord widowriders here. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
You see a single exit leading south.

You incline your head politely to a shadowlord widowrider.

A shadowlord widowrider exclaims, "The dark forest is everlasting!"

The resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
Reigning over the utter destruction that once rampaged through this room is the presence of the Wyrd, which pulses with a rhythm that reverberates through every leaf and twig. The entire glade is dwarfed by the massive shards of tree that
emanated from the centre of the change. Ebony sap streams down the bark, dark mauve toadstools growing in circles around the massive girth, glowing with a sepulchral luminescence that highlights the surroundings in a baleful light. The
surrounding trees grow tall and dark, with the whispering praise and the howls of triumph of the winds. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an
immeasurable yet dark power. A statue of a leopard stands here, caught mid-leap, its razor-sharp fangs exposed for the kill. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. There are 9 shadowlord widowriders here. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
You see a single exit leading south.

You reach upwards and concentrate on finding a sturdy branch, then lift yourself up with relative ease.
A shadowlord widowrider says, "Be ready always, Xenthos."
In the trees above The resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
Reigning over the utter destruction that once rampaged through this room is the presence of the Wyrd, which pulses with a rhythm that reverberates through every leaf and twig. The entire glade is dwarfed by the massive shards of tree that
emanated from the centre of the change. Ebony sap streams down the bark, dark mauve toadstools growing in circles around the massive girth, glowing with a sepulchral luminescence that highlights the surroundings in a baleful light. The
surrounding trees grow tall and dark, with the whispering praise and the howls of triumph of the winds. A large ebon feather floats in the air, twirling about on stray breezes. Mounted upon a great and terrible black widow spider, a
shadowlord lets his glowing red eyes wander across his surroundings. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading south.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder rubs over his eyes and looks around himself, a bit soft in his knees.

You begin to follow Ashteru.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder south to Avenue of jagged trees and darkness..

You shake your head.

In the trees above Avenue of jagged trees and darkness..
The final transformation of the forest occurs here as the entire area emantes with a dark aura that gleams from the very branches overhead. Twisted shapes line the avenue of approach to the north and the jagged boles of trees leer with
insane visages that seem to exude daggers of pain. Crawling vines choke off the life of any other plants that attempt to encroach upon the area and rip away the very vistages of colour for their own malign survival. Darkwing Ashteru
d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

Ashteru tilts his head curiously.
We are still in the branches, Ashteru.

You say, "We are still in the branches, Ashteru."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Aren't they in the branches?"

You say, "Try going down, climbing out of them."

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Isn't it much better to be in the branches than on the ground?"

You say, "No. The Avatars are upon the forest floor."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder ether to Avenue of jagged trees and darkness..

You say to Ashteru, "For the followers of Brother Crow, yes... but these are of Mother Night."

Avenue of jagged trees and darkness..
The final transformation of the forest occurs here as the entire area emantes with a dark aura that gleams from the very branches overhead. Twisted shapes line the avenue of approach to the north and the jagged boles of trees leer with
insane visages that seem to exude daggers of pain. Crawling vines choke off the life of any other plants that attempt to encroach upon the area and rip away the very vistages of colour for their own malign survival. The silvery leaves of a
faebush gently billows in the wind. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. There are 2 shadow totems here. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
pat totem

You pat a shadow totem in a friendly manner.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "What's the difference?"

Ashteru looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
She does not prefer the same things as He. She is far more concerned with Her own ends and plans, which She shares with none.

You say, "She does not prefer the same things as He. She is far more concerned with Her own ends and plans, which She shares with none."

Comprehension flashes across Ashteru's face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....do we have to like her teachings?"

You say, "Now, if you would continue south?"

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder south to dark forest of tantalizing and terrible whispers.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder south to a rain of leaves.

You say, "We have to respect them, at the very least."

A rain of leaves.
Twisted versions of once bland oak trees tower into the atmosphere here, their trunks spiraling upwards in an abnormal growth, distorting the true wisp of nature within. The forest itself carves the trees in its own image, forcing their
forms into a twisted caricature while strengthening the very threads of the wilds. Leaves rain down as if the woodland weeps for its new glory, shedding tears of plant matter in a shower of vicious colour. Breaking through the dimensions,
a planar rift slashes through the air here. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. There are 20 dark nighthags here. Standing here in a pulsating red mist, Glumki Thorneye, the King of the Redcaps eyes his surroundings
balefully through ruby eyes. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground,
chilling the air. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see a single exit leading north.

You incline your head politely to Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps.
"Ha!" Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps exclaims with gusto.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks around himself, nodding slightly.

Ashteru greets Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps with a sincere smile.
Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps exclaims, "Old Mother Night will turn our enemies blood to ice, she will!"
This is Glumki Redcap, the King of all fae bearing that name

You say, "This is Glumki Redcap, the King of all fae bearing that name."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "He seems.....strong."
The Shadowdancers can summon His minions to their aid during their travels

You say, "The Shadowdancers can summon His minions to their aid during their travels."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks over the enormous form of the Redcap-King.

You say, "Oh, aye. These are Avatars, not Aspects. They are not merely reflections of a Great Spirit, but actual beings in Their own right."

Comprehension flashes across Ashteru's face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "And why doesn't have Crow Avatars, then?"

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

The wind whistles eerily through the trees.

Ashteru bows respectfully to Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps.
Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps gives Ashteru the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder north to dark forest of tantalizing and terrible whispers.

You say, "These Avatars are, in essence, a "group soul" of the Fae they consist of. Mother Night is the one who deals with the Ethereal and the Fae... Brother Crow does not concern Himself with them, preferring to deal with the physical
forest itself."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Ah..."

You say, "Now, go west."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks to the south, a weird expression on his face.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder west to ruthless forest scattered with bones.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to cleared glade of a dark and powerful oak.
A shadowlord widowrider nods to Ashteru as he leads his giant black widow around.

Cleared glade of a dark and powerful oak.
A large oak tree dominates the clearing with a dark influence, its twisting roots bursting from the ground in a circle around its trunk. Working with the force that has twisted it, the oak has gained clear dominance over its other brothers.
Smaller trees grow in various states of height around the oak's massive girth as its lattice of feelers disrupt the very ground they attempt to grow within. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. Sniffing the air for a
scent, Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness looms here. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 7 shadowlord widowriders here.
There are 3 dark nighthags here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading northeast and east.

You say, "This is Gwyllgi, ruler of the Barghests."

You greet Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness with a sincere smile.
Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness exclaims, "The Fae of Faethorn can be bound in service to Mother Night, bring them to me. They must be still breathing, but I care not what other shape they are in!"

You say, "See... they are overly concerned with capturing the fae."

Ashteru greets Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness with a sincere smile.
Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness exclaims, "Battle for Faethorn is long off, but I cannot wait to see the Daughters of Night rip the throats from their opponents!"

Comprehension flashes across Ashteru's face.

Ashteru nods his head emphatically.

You turn quickly as a twig snaps behind you.

You say, "Now, we go east."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "They seem to like....killing?"

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to huddled fir trees within the heavily armed forest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northeast to dark forest of tantalizing and terrible whispers.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southeast to clearing of sharp winds and sharper projectiles.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to confusing and illusory forest surrounding pine trees.

You say, "And this... is Lhiannan."


Confusing and illusory forest surrounding pine trees.
Twisting trees weave skillfully about each other forming a visual illusion that entrances the eye and confuses the mind, setting the pathway skitting about as if it is some living thing. Pathways seem to open and just as quickly close in
every direction and the raspy brushing of the leaves echoes in an almost throaty chuckle. A triangular grouping of pine trees seems to be the only landmark that doesn't shift in every breath of the wind and provides at least a hopeful spot
to help travellers keep their bearings. Breaking through the dimensions, a planar rift slashes through the air here. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh floats inches above the ground here, her
deep purple eyes glowing. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
ground. There are 20 shadowlord widowriders here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading west and northwest.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...she's....beautifull."

You say, "She is the Queen of all the slaugh."

You nod your head at Ashteru.

You say, "That is why I saved Her for last."
look lhiannan

Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh is a beautiful woman with jet black hair that hangs in a straight fall down her back. She is tall with an elongated oval face and body, looking unnaturally thin. Dressed in a black dress that floats airily around her,
she gazes about herself with deep purple eyes and a cruel smile curved upon her crimson lips. Knowing there is a great power in the forest and she is it, Lhiannan is the Queen of the Slaugh and carries herself with an arrogance that
permeates the air around her. She wears a silver crown encrusted with black amethyst.
Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh almost glows with nearly god-like power.
Of all the Avatars... She is my favourite as well

You say, "Of all the Avatars... She is my favourite as well."

You greet Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh with a sincere smile.
Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh exclaims, "Go into Faethorn and bring me fae! They must be living, so you'll have to trick them to come to me!"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks dreamily at Lhiannan, and then to Xenthos.

Ashteru greets Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh with a sincere smile.
Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh says, "I shall bind any banshees, pookas or pigwidgeons you bring to me."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "So...what race are y....we?"

He is a nimble shadowcaster faeling changeling and looks to be about two stones in height. Lean muscles ripple across his diminuitive form, giving the impression that this is one who leads an athletic lifestyle. Shadows dance beneath his
pale skin, making him seem darker than he really is. Golden eyes peer about from beneath dark lashes, showing no hint of emotion. His raven black hair is cut in a shaggy mop, locks falling haphazardly around his pointed ears in different
lengths to his neck. Protruding from his back are two large, leathery wings, each tipped with a onyx hued claw. He is wearing a seven stone onyx bracelet, shadowy runic robes, a silver eyebrow hoop set with a ruby through his left eyebrow,
a silver eyebrow hoop set with a ruby through his right eyebrow, a gem-studded black leather collar, a thick, hooded cloak of black, a starry dolphin brooch, an elemental crown, and a cloak of crow feathers.

You say, "We are faelings... but not the weak version commonly seen in the Serenwilde. We are shadow faelings, imbued with the power of our Great Spirits."

Ashteru ponders the situation.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Fae...lings?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "And Lhiannan is the ...'group soul' of a group of faes?"

You say, "The result of a union between an Elfen and the fae who reside here."

You nod your head at Ashteru.

Ashteru looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

An owl hoots off in the distance.

Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh is a beautiful woman with jet black hair that hangs in a straight fall down her back. She is tall with an elongated oval face and body, looking unnaturally thin. Dressed in a black dress that floats airily around her,
she gazes about herself with deep purple eyes and a cruel smile curved upon her crimson lips. Knowing there is a great power in the forest and she is it, Lhiannan is the Queen of the Slaugh and carries herself with an arrogance that
permeates the air around her. She wears a silver crown encrusted with black amethyst.
Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh almost glows with nearly god-like power.

Ashteru gently takes Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh's hand before kneeling and kissing it softly.
Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh gives an exasperated sigh.
Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh says, "What do you want?"

A wry smile spreads across your face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder exclaims to Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh, "No...nothing, my Lady!"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder bows down to Lhiannan several times, before running off to the northwest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northwest to angular pathways through clawed fir trees.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder west to dark forest of tantalizing and terrible whispers.

You say, "Now, do you wish to look around here for a while before we visit the Prime forest itself?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...prime?"

You say, "Oh, aye. This is not the forest itself, just the Ethereal reflection of it... its spirit, if you will."

Ashteru looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 13th of Dioni, 133 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I am sure I'll understand that one day..."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder north to Avenue of jagged trees and darkness..

(Glomdoring): Xavius (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Happy birthday to meeee."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to quiet respite among the dark woods.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I always hear voices in my head..."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder thwaps himself lightly.

You tilt your head curiously at Ashteru.

(Glomdoring): Nievea (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Oh, Happy Birthday."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Someone just screamed something about birthday....but I never adressed him myself.."

You say, "Ahh... that is the Commune aetherwave. You are a member of the Glomdoring Forest."

You say, "I can hear them all speaking as well."

Ashteru ponders the situation.

You say, "That is not a sign of anything, it is merely a tool that allows us to communicate."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "So...I am already a member of Glomdoring?"

You say, "Yes. You have been a member for some time, now."

Ashteru ponders the situation.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "That's good then...I don't need to get to know how to join then...."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northeast to lightning scarred glade beside a murmuring brook.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northeast to dark dance around groves of ash.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder north to near a giant tree covered in deadly vines.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "....it's wonderfull here..."

You nod your head emphatically.

Near a giant tree covered in deadly vines.
A massive tree grows here in all its corrosive glory, a myriad of vines dancing wickedly along its limbs seeking any flesh to tear and pierce. Several smaller plants lie at its base and a cloyingly sweet smell infuses the entire area. The
results of the scent are evidenced by the piles of skin and tatters of flesh that line the exposed roots of the tree. Several ants continually march by on their way to feed on the slaughtered animals. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently
billows in the wind. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading east, south, west, and northwest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northwest to thicket of somber, stunted oak trees.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northwest to forest buried beneath mounds of musty leaves.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northwest to among plants fighting for life amongst decay.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder north to among the twilight trees.

Ashteru ponders the situation.

Among the twilight trees.
The blasted landscape screams of pain and suffering as the trees seem to crawl in unbearable agony. Their very bark is maimed into grotesque shapes that sickly imitate the flesh of dead bodies. Nearly all the trees are devoid of leaves and
those that have some sort of foliage seem to whisper poisonous words into the very breath of the wind. Misty darkness shrouds the entire area in a false sense of twilight that is pierced only by strangely luminescent lichen that provides a
subtle, malign glow to every surface. Breaking through the dimensions, a planar rift slashes through the air here. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. An archway of thorns rises up from the ground. A statue of a
leopard stands here, caught mid-leap, its razor-sharp fangs exposed for the kill. There are 2 shadowlord guards here. There are 10 shadowed nightshades here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling
the air. There are 3 dark nighthags here. There are 35 iridescent spores here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading south.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "What's this?"

You say, "This is the archway to Faethorn, the natural living place of the Fae. It's generally patrolled by those of Serenwilde, who take sport in killing any unwary adventurer they see."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "And why Serenwilde and not Glomdoring?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder tilts his head curiously, looking at you out of gleaming golden eyes.

You say, "They are the ones who have a desire to sit there all the time. When we desire it, we go in, clear them out, and do what we need to do."

You shrug helplessly.

A wry smile spreads across Ashteru's face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Good choice...."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "So...how do I see ...pwime Glomdoring?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Plime?"

You say, "There's one last thing I wish to show you here."

You say, "And Prime."

Comprehension flashes across Ashteru's face.

You say, "Go south, then southwest all the way."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder south to among plants fighting for life amongst decay.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to bleak collection of beech trees.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to hazardous forest giving way to open ground.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to thick stand of shadowed trees.

Thick stand of shadowed trees.
The trees crowd in closely here, granting power amongst each other as if glorifying their new days of power. A shadow of their former visage, their twisted branches slash at the sky before the wind whisks their leaves of vicious colouring
away towards the blacked ground. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground
here. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see exits leading northeast, east, south, and west.

You say, "Now, east."

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to Emanations of power from around a blackened circle.

You reach out and touch a blackened circle.
A deep voice sings in your mind, "Shazbat Gloriana! F'ai Glomdoring!"
You shudder as a powerful presence vibrates through your soul.

You say, "Touch the circle."

With a wistful look on his face, Ashteru touches a blackened circle.
Ashteru shudders and gasps.

You nod your head emphatically.

Ashteru blinks.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "What's that?"

You say, "It is a remnant from the Dreaming, when we woke Brother Crow and the Blacktalon."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder looks around himself, trying to figure out the origin of the voices.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...Blacktalon?"

(Glomdoring): Narses (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Someone in need of Yarrow?"

You say, "It is the guild of which you are a member. There is another group of voices in your head, those who choose to follow Brother Crow's way."

You say, "You can learn to differentiate between the different groups."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...I already follow Brother Crow?"

A wry smile spreads across Ashteru's face.

You nod your head at Ashteru.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Well...that's good..."

You say, "Now, let's go back to the Ravenwood."

Ashteru nods his head emphatically.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southeast to clashing flora in the darkened forest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to avenues of dead leaves and intertwined branches.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to chilly and decaying forest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder northeast to forgotten path through the fetid forest.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder east to near a giant tree covered in deadly vines.
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder south to dark dance around groves of ash.
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to lightning scarred glade beside a murmuring brook.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder southwest to quiet respite among the dark woods.
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder west to Avenue of jagged trees and darkness..
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder north to the resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.

You say, "Place your hand on the tree... feel the pathway that exists. You can use our Nexus to transverse back and forth, from here to prime and vice versa."

Ashteru places his hands on the Master Ravenwood Tree and disappears in a fountain of pulsating energy.
You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder ether to before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to Ashteru momentarily.
The Master Ravenwood Tree suddenly flares with pulsating energy as Ashteru steps through.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...impressive..."

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an imposing barrier of rotten
vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees might actually grow here, the
black tar that coats them renders them indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master
Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. Of the rest of the plant, there is no sign. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a
palatable power. A marjoram bush flourishes here, spreading its delicate scent. Sprays of chervil cover the forest floor. A sedge of galingale is firmly planted in the forest floor. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body
twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. An ominous aura
surrounds a marble shrine entangled by black roses, thousands of spiders nesting within the thorn studded vines. There are 6 enormous black crows here. An obsidian eye sigil is here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is
on the ground. There are 10 shadowlord widowriders here. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. An animated
skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. There are 10 dark nighthags here. Mushrooms are growing here in a perfect circle. A
rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. Anumi is here, shrouded. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand and a large darksteel round shield in her right. Darkwing
Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see a single exit leading north.

Anumi inclines her head politely to those around her.

The Master Ravenwood Tree suddenly flares with pulsating energy as Astraea steps through.

A shadowlord widowrider says, "Farewell, child of the dark forest."
A dark nighthag says, "Walk in darkness."

Kariya arrives from the north.

Kariya bows respectfully to you.

You say to Ashteru, "This is the Ravenwood, the center of Prime Glomdoring."

Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Master Ravenwood Tree.

Dae arrives from the west.


Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder squints his eyes over all the persons here.

Kariya's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Kariya puts some gold sovereigns in a soft, crystal blue leather pack.

You say, "All of these are other members of your commune."

You nod your head at Kariya.

Dae removes a platinum bladed scale jacket.

Nievea steps out of the Master Ravenwood Tree, trailing sparkling motes of light.

Comprehension flashes across Ashteru's face.

With a flourish of his arm, Kariya bows deeply.

Dae slips into a white long-sleeved dress shirt.

Kariya leaves to the north.
A shadowlord widowrider says, "Be ready always, Kariya."

Nievea leaves to the down.

You say to Ashteru, "Climb into the trees, please."

Ashteru takes a drink from an opal vial.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder ether to before the Master Ravenwood Tree.

You watch in amazement as Ashteru begins to cling to the branches in such a clever way that he maintains a great deal of freedom of action.

In the trees above Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an imposing barrier of rotten
vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees might actually grow here, the
black tar that coats them renders them indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master
Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. Of the rest of the plant, there is no sign. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a
palatable power. The gigantic form of Crow is perched on a nearby branch here, his dark shadow spreading across the ground and his single eye glowing a deep red. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder is here.
You see a single exit leading north.

You incline your head politely to Crow.
Crow turns his one eye towards you, cocking his head to rest his scarlet gaze upon you.

You say, "And this... this is Brother Crow Himself."

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the eminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.

Looking much like his smaller namesake, Crow appears as a bird with a sharp beak and black feathers that sheen over with a dark mauve iridescence. However, mighty Crow himself is larger than a wolf and has a doubled set of wings, each with
a span reaching over thirteen feet. One eye has been scooped out, leaving a dark and empty socket, leaving the bird needing to cock his head towards whatever catches his interest in order to focus on the subject with his remaining eye.
Glowing a deep ruby red, his gaze gives the illusion of piercing straight through whatever Crow's eye rests upon. Gnarled talons as sharp as knives easily tear into flesh and bark alike, mirrored by a thin pair of twisting horns which adorn
his crown. A palpable aura of darkness radiates around Crow as light retreats from his presence.
Crow does not even register your presence as a threat.
He weighs about 471 pounds.
He is loyal to Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
You see nothing in it.

Lokinov has been slain by the might of an enormous gorgog.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder doesn't think long and throws himself to the ground, groveling before Crow.

Ashteru grovels in the dirt.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "He looks so....wonderfull."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "...Is Night around here, too?"

You shake your head.

You say, "She hides Herself."

The bright sun shines down upon you.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder stands up and looks at himself suspiciously.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Blood Thirst..."

A wry smile spreads across Ashteru's face.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Now... do you wish to look over the rest of our forest?"

You say, "Feel free to wander... ask me if you see something curious."

Ashteru ponders the situation.

Ashteru nods his head emphatically.

The bright sun shines down upon you.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder smiles and says, "Thank you...Xenthos."

You nod your head emphatically.

Ashteru bows respectfully to you.

You say, "It is not a problem."

In the trees above Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an
imposing barrier of rotten vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees might
actually grow here, the black tar that coats them renders them indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry.
Overshadowing all is the Master Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. Of the rest of the plant, there is no sign. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The
atmosphere vibrates with a palatable power. The gigantic form of Crow is perched on a nearby branch here, his dark shadow spreading across the ground and his single eye glowing a deep red. Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder
is here.
You see a single exit leading north.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I'll never forget that.."

(Glomdoring): Narses says, "Farewell Glomdoring!"

(Glomdoring): Etanru says, "Go well, Narses."

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder rubs his chin thoughtfully. 'At least if I can help it...'

You say, "It is entirely your choice, Ashteru. I doubt you will want to experience that ritual again, know what it does to you."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
Nobody is going to force it upon you

You say, "Nobody is going to force it upon you."

The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.

A wry smile spreads across Ashteru's face.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "I like ...Glomdoring....whyever I wanted to forget...I don't think, Glomdoring was the reason..."

Ashteru's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Ashteru bows respectfully to you.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder says, "Thank you again."

You say, "You do not wish to explore?"

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder kneels down and takes one of your hands and places a kiss on the back of it.

Ashteru stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

You follow Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder ether to before the Master Ravenwood Tree.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder has lost you.

Darkwing Ashteru d'Illici, Seeker of the Murder wanders off, eyes wide and watching everything.




All from Xenthos' perspective.

Even cut down, it's huge...

Why do you have echoes, anyway? That doubled my work!

Pretty cool.

My favourite part. The image of a huge Igasho tackling a tiny Shadowcaster Faeling...

-faint-

So long! Holy... Hehe.

I liked how Ashteru has a crush on Lhiannan. I should get all the Shadowdancers together and surround him with slaugh. Muahahaha.

Erk...umm...miss?

I think a slaugh is one of their creatures, isn't it?

It's hers, yeah.

Wow... Nice RP!

I'm still kind of amazed, what with so many war and destruction oriented people in the basin that a cult to Kethuru's ressurgence hasn't been created... It'd make a helluva good catalyst... If Suhnaye wasn't a pacifist I'd acctually consider trying it... It'd be damned hard, considering pretty much every society in the basin would be against ya, but damn... What a plot to try to make work... Have every Elder god fighting you, Estarra herself working against ya... Masochistic... Thats what that cult would be *Cackles* It'd knock all these petty wannabe evil tainted people right out of the boat and have em scrambling to a single united.... Ohhh.... Hehe...


Oh so many possibilities... But I'm way too tired of being homeless. Sick of it more like.

Jack and Guido were trying to bring back Kethuru in the old days. Very little came of it.

When he escaped his prison I heard that a bunch of people tried to join him but he just ate them.

Bah! Who cares about bringin him back, its all about the wanton destruction! Murder, Mayhem, death, carnage, and enciting terror in all those who fight against you.



In other words, the cult follows in his footsteps, who gives a damn if he comes back. In fact, if they were smart, they wouldn't want him back, cuz he'd bite into their turf. Litterally and figuratively.