Yes, "discuss." I'm sure Shayle will happily discuss it. With a full entourage of angry fae in tow.

Barghests / Slaugh / Redcaps are not the same as other fae.

And most shadowdancers don't even consider their other fae to be slaves, as far as I can tell- the last one who really pushed that angle visibly was Erion.

conflict leads to fun!

Dancer -> - <-onlookers
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Yep, looks like fun!

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "Perhaps his lack of clothing is making him anxious."

He is an one-eyed krokani and towers above the average inhabitant of the Basin. His thick skin is rough and blistered, and its mottled orange hue hints at prolonged exposure to the harsh sun. Possessed of an impressive bulk that is for the most part due to heavy musculature, he nonetheless is saddled with an unsightly bulge around his belly that is very nearly disguised by the placement of his armour. His enormous dark-hued eye is centred high upon his forehead, giving his wide nose and bulging lips the appearance of being slightly out of place, and his elongated skull is completely bald. He is completely naked.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "That might be part of the problem."

You say, "I was wondering."

A barghest says, "The lack of two eyes, makes his vision very narrowed. Unfortunately it seems to have made his common sense very non-existant as well."

Bashara chuckles long and heartily.

Chron, Disciple of the Way says to Veyda, "My battle tactic, to divert the enemy's attention."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Well made point, barghest."

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "I manage. I can't imagine his excuse."

Chron struts proudly about the room.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd swats chron about his head for his ignorance.

Veyda chuckles long and heartily.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "We of the Ebonguard are supposed to act with humility towards senior members of Glomdoring, come when called to defend, and cover ourselves decently."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Or have you not read the scrolls?"

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "I'm still getting over him arguing with a barghest and losing."

Chron, Disciple of the Way says, "I was told it is best to save for a certain form of armour. I am endeavouring to do so."

Your eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across your face.

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "But no clothes?"

You say to Chron, "A pair of pants is not that expensive."

You say to Chron, "I expect to see you wearing clothing next time our paths cross."

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "You could easily get a pair for a hundred pieces."

Chron, Disciple of the Way says to you, "Yes, highness."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Then save quickly, you nit, else you be made a fool for the entire Basin to point at and say 'There goes Chron, a member of that foolsih Ebonguard'"

A barghest says, "Well if his arguement cannot deflate the enemy, at least the sight of him can scar them for life."

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. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching
with sudden jerks.
You see a single exit leading north.

"brennan712" Brennan Stormcrow

"pixie66391" a pixie bound in shadows
"sprite58123" a sprite bound in shadows
"nymph57592" a nymph bound in shadows
"brownie65892" a brownie bound in shadows
"sylph42480" a sylph bound in shadows
"pigwidgeon65051" a pigwidgeon bound in shadows
"banshee65606" a banshee bound in shadows
"pooka56547" a pooka bound in shadows
"willowisp67391" a willowisp bound in shadows
"redcap67072" a redcap
"barghest63433" a barghest
"slaugh67182" a slaugh

The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.

A barghest gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "How are you doing?"

You frown at a barghest.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to a barghest, "You alright?"

You say to Penelope, "I am well, your highness."

You say to Penelope, "And yourself?"

A barghest says, "I understand this one thinks we are slaves."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "I'm well enough, Chron."

"Ugh!", you say in disgust.

You say, "It is talking again."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to a barghest, "Oh? He does?
How'd you hear this?"

You say, "Foul creature."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Do NOT insult my
companion."

A barghest says, "Word has travelled among the barghest."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to a barghest, "I see."

Bashara stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

A barghest gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to a barghest, "I suppose he is
confused. All the Wiccans know that barghests are our loyal companions and not
our slaves. For we serve your master Gwyllgi loyaly."

A barghest nods his head at Penelope.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Hmmm."

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

You mutter, "All the weakling spirits are the same, thinking they are more than
tools."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says to you, "Had a weird dream."

'Oh?' you exclaim quizzically at Bashara.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Sorry? I didn't quite
hear that."

You say to Penelope, "I said that it was a shame some of your companions felt
they were elevated beyond their station, highness."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Yeah, something about a plain, a dark cloud,
giant beings with one eye chasing me, I ran into the cloud and started disolving
into the ground."

A barghest snarls viciously at you.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Do you see shadows
binding my barghest, slaugh or redcap? NO!"

You shake your head.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "That's because they are not
enslaved to the will of Mother Night."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd backs away from the conversation.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "You would be wise to
rethink your attitude about those three."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says to Penelope, "Madame, if I may?"

You say, "Perhaps, but whether they choose to help us or not, I know them for
what they are worth."

You say, "I will think on what you have said though, highness."

A barghest says, "The Shadowdancers serve Mother Night, in exchange we aid them.
We are not slaves. In fact YOU serve Mother Night. You would be wise to not
insult the gifts she grants you."

You say to Penelope, "Does it believe itself a gift?"

The body of Druidess Silferras of the Blackthorn appears in a flash and her soul
descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with
emotion.

The corners of Silferras's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You bow respectfully to Silferras.

Silferras performs a graceful curtsey.

The loud caw of a crow heralds its entrance, as it drops a letter into
Silferras's hands, then disappears into the shadows.

Silferras blinks.

Bashara removes a simple ring of bloodstone.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "My barghest is my
companion. I beseech Gwyllgi himself to ask for aid to fight my enemies and he
sends to me a barghest companion."

Bashara gives a simple ring of bloodstone to Druidess Silferras of the
Blackthorn.

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

Silferras tilts her head curiously.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "He does not send me a slave."

Penelope points accusingly at a nymph bound in shadows.

Penelope points accusingly at a sprite bound in shadows.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Those are tools."

The body of The Wild Black Rose Emmy d'Koicei, tzya Mor'Wyrd appears in a flash
and her soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to
fill with emotion.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "They are forced into
service."

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Emmy grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

A barghest says, "Exactly."

Silferras slips into a simple ring of bloodstone.

Silferras takes a tiger lily from an elegant white letter.

Utterly entranced, Silferras emits a long "Ooooh."

Silferras leaves to the north.

Bashara leaves to the north.
A shadowlord widowrider shares a warrior's nod with Bashara.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Calling a barghest,
slaugh or redcap a slave is an insult to the three great Avatars of Mother
Night."

You say, "Why do the Dancers of Shadow accord their respect to these creatures,
when they are born of the same weakness that spawns all others? If the
Glomdoring is to prosper, it must be made strong, should it not?"

A barghest says, "Are you calling me weak, one-eye?"

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "They ARE born of Glomdoring."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "They are every bit Glomdoring
as the air you breath, the soil beneath your feet and the trees that shade you
from the harsh rays of Father Sun."

You say, "I have always been taught that to be powerful, the wild elements must
be controlled, our will dominating the weaker aspects of what serves us."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Yes, the sprites,
leprechauns, pixies, nymphs, etc."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "The three I mentioned are not
the same."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "They bind the others into
service through Gwyllgi, Glumki and Lhiannon in Ethereal Gomdoring."

A barghest says, "You serve Mother Night, does this make you a slave? Or do you
feel you are greater than her?"

Penelope grins mischievously at a barghest.
1964h, 1196m, 1354e, 9p, 8720en, 4880w elrx-<27:875>ignore barghest

You turn your back on a barghest and pointedly ignore him.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "My barghest is correct. We
are all servants of Mother Night and Brother Crow."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "And our Lord and Lady above
them."

You say to Penelope, "Highness, you may inform your servant that there is a
difference between the people of Glomdoring and such relics as itself."

A barghest exclaims, "RELIC?!"

A barghest growls menacingly at you.

You say, "The fae are relics of a time when the Wyrd had not empowered the
earth, and I have always believed that they remain purely on our usefulness for
them."

A barghest says, "I would watch your tongue, welp. You may find you lose it."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Do you not think you
too remain purely on our usefulness for you?"

You say to Penelope, "Perhaps Highness... but I am not fae, and therefore of
intrisic worth."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Doubtful."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

A barghest says, "As a future meal, perhaps."

A barghest curls his lip and sneers arrogantly at you.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Glomdoring would sacrifice
your life for that of the fae."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Mine as well."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "I don't see Pentu running
around Glomdoring trying to give you honeycakes and bring you to one of the
avatars."

You say to Penelope, "That may be true for the Great Spirits who will cast Their
magics further, to bring all under the dominion of the Glomdoring. Our purposes
are aligned."

You say to Penelope, "For the weaklings, however, I doubt that their casual
deaths would significantly halt our progress. Perhaps I am mistaken though,
Highness."

A barghest says, "Again you insinuate I am weak."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Do you feel it wise to
argue the knowledge of your elders?"

You say to Penelope, "And again it speaks as if to an equal, Princess."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "I value his life more
than I do yours. I would sooner order you into Faethorn to die than my
companions here."

You say, "I do not argue your knowledge, it is boundless and beyond reckoning."

Bashara shakes his head at a hunting trophy bearing Thoros's head.

You say, "The Dancers of Shadow bear a greater burden than many of us will ever
imagine, their tireless efforts on behalf of the Glomdoring cannot be
questioned."

A barghest says, "No, I am speaking to a lesser when addressing you. This much
is obvious."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "You've given me no
reason to value your existence above my barghest's. You argue with the Princess
of Shadows one of three Chosen of Mother Night about the "value and status" of
fae within Glomdoring. It is a very very very thin line you tread when doing
so."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says to Penelope, "Madame, perhaps if I may intrude?"

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to Bashara, "Go ahead."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says to Penelope, "As you may well know, every being
has his and her own views on the way things work."

You say, "I simply meant that it is not within all of us to have such patience,
and certainly I do not have it in me to work with such creatures. I do not argue
with what you are saying, Highness, only trying to explain why I could not tread
the same path you do."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Chron's views are simply that, his views. They
carry no weight to anyone other than himself and those who believe they carry
weight."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Then I suppose it's a
blessing that you are a mace wielding Ebonguard and not an ill educated
Shadowdancer."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Just because he believes that your barghest is
unworthy or of importance does not mean that it is."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says to Penelope, "Is your barghest loyal?"

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "I should never have assumed
any member of this commune would understand the importance of the fae to this
Forest."

A barghest says, "His views are an insult to my kin, and to Mother Night
herself."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Except that of the
Shadowdancers."

You say, "With respect, your highness, I understand their necessity."

You say, "Though I would not go so far as importance."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "So I suppose you look upon
the Ebonglom Wyrdling as another slave to the commune."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Simply because your guild
makes its home within his belly."

You say, "A mighty beast, who serves us well."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd exclaims, "STOP! STOP! STOP!!"

Penelope gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Isn't it in the teachings of Crow and Lady
Viravain that anyone or anything that serves Glomdoring is of importance and
value?"

A barghest says, "Well, then it is a good thing you serve Mother Night. I
imagine she looks down on you as her slave as fondly as she can."

You chuckle long and heartily.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to Bashara, "You missed that
conversation. We are all her servants."

Penelope coughs softly.

A barghest says, "Your deaths to protect the Ethereal Glomdoring will be very
satsifying to see for myself and my kind. We wait for the one-eyed slave to show
his true value as his blood runs red in servitude to Mother Night."

You say, "If that is my place for now, then that is what must be... perhaps some
day I shall have the power to impose my own will upon more than just my
victims."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "We may be servants, be we are of importance to
Glomdoring as its servants. We carry out the will of our leaders, who represent
Glomdoring in all its facets."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to Bashara, "Then perhaps you
should travel up to Ethereal and visit with Gwyllgi, Glumki and Lhiannon.
They'll quickly let you know WHO is in charge up there."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Along with Brother Crow's
Aspects."

You say, "Necessity is such an inconvenience at times, m'lady."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "If that is your will, then I shall."

You say, "My deepest apologies."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "You two have been listening
to the wrong persons about what purpose the fae serve. We, the Shadowdancers,
are the only people in this commune knowledgeable enough to know their true
purpose and value. Anything anyone else states is without education and without
knowledge of their true purpose."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say to Penelope, "That is true, highness, the Dancers have spent the longest
time in commune with the Lesser."

Penelope rolls her eyes.

A barghest growls menacingly.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "I have no doubt that your knowledge of the Fae
is far beyond both of ours, however I did not presume to know anything more
about them than they serve a great purpose to Glomdoring."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to a barghest, "Do as you will.
I care not."

You say to Penelope, "Is that not their formal name?"

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Barghest is its species of
fae."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "I would not be so
presumptuous to give it a name other than."

You say, "I meant the fae generally... I was taught that they have always been
known as the Lesser Spirits."

You ponder the situation.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "I have never in my years as a
Shadowdancer heard them spoken of as such."

A barghest says, "He speaks true, although I find it hard to beleive that he
does not enjoy the term as an insult. There are Greater and Lesser Spirits.
Those of us who come to you, are Lesser."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Though if they ARE Lesser
Spirits it's in reference to the fact that they are lesser than that of the
Great Spirits, but still above us all."

You smirk.

You say to Penelope, "But I have exasperated you, m'lady... and that was not my
intent."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "I just find it somewhat
amusing that Glomdoring and Serenwilde would fight so violently over the "Lesser
Spirits" but not blink an eye should those within their communes die."

You say to Penelope, "Perhaps one day you would be willing to share some of the
uses of these barghest, when they are not so eager to eavesdrop."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Clearly they hold more
importance."

Bashara chuckles long and heartily.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Apparently so."

A barghest says, "I will gladly show you my usefulness."

You say to Penelope, "The Lesser bring power to the Ravenwood by the nature of
their essence, is that not true?"

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Some."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "Not all."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "But they are not any less
important."

You say, "Perhaps."

You say, "I understand the village farmers are angered when others steal from
their herd, yet I do not think many worship their cattle... such is how I feel."

You say, "Though I understand the Shadowdancers believe differently."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says, "And yes...you do exasperate
me. I shouldn't HAVE to argue with you about this. You should be wise, mind your
place and simply nod and agree."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

A barghest exclaims, "Now I am cattle?!"

You nod your head at Penelope, showing your acceptance.

Bashara massages his temples, his patience visibly wearing thin.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "That's better."

Penelope strokes a barghest tenderly.

A barghest exclaims, "Cattle can not do this, welp!"

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "What is going on?"

Spreading your arms wide, you spin clockwise and visualize a circle of
protection. A shimmering white orb springs up around you.

Penelope gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says to Veyda, "Something."

You have emoted: Chron sneaks a glance of utter derision to the barghest.

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "Of course."

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "Oh come now. If you're
going to insult it don't cower behind a shield."

Penelope makes a sudden gesture at you and a bolt of black energy shoots out
from her outward stretched palm and shatters your magical shield of protection.

A barghest lifts his massive head and lets forth a blood curdling howl that
pierces through the air.

You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.

Your muscles unlock; you are no longer paralysed.

You say, "I cannot strike your property, highness."

A barghest lifts his massive head and lets forth a blood curdling howl that
pierces through the air.

You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.

Your muscles unlock; you are no longer paralysed.

You take a drink from a sapphire vial.
Your mind feels stronger and more alert.

You may drink another health, mana, or bromide potion.

A barghest lifts his massive head and lets forth a blood curdling howl that
pierces through the air.

You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.

Princess of Shadows, Penelope Pendalopolous says to you, "If you did you'd find
the other fae interested in your flesh as well."

Your muscles unlock; you are no longer paralysed.

You take a drink from a sapphire vial.
Your mind feels stronger and more alert.

You may drink another health, mana, or bromide potion.

Penelope whispers something to a barghest.
A barghest seems to settle down.

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "Why. Is. An Ebonguard. Arguing. With a fae."

Bashara, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Because his head is that of a mule's."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

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

Veyda Nokov, Ward of Xenthos says, "Perhaps his lack of clothing is making him
anxious."

He's incredibly fond of all of his fae, ESPECIALLY his barghest. (His name is Erebos!)

Actually, contradicting my last post, a certain somebody's fae have been giving me a hard time lately <.<