Seren: "Help, one of the two most important things in my life is in trouble. You can help me by doing something that will empower you. Will you?"
Seren: " ... but I don't wanna."
Yes, we should have focused more in our statements to express the "you can help by accepting something to empower you" bit. Arundor was the one with the presence of mind to mention it most. Elryn alluded to it. Me, I was up past 25 hrs straight of being on Lusternia by that point and it was rather difficult to keep up with everything, let alone contribute. Everything we were getting was pushing us to hurry, hurry hurry, can't stop, can't wait, can't pause, no chance to have other people come on to talk or talk about it later, if-you-don't-do-this-in-the-next-minute-you-forfeit.
I would have much preferred if we could have had time for the communes to deal with each other rather than, as much as it made rp sense for Her to do so, Viravain stepping in and dictating that here are demands to which we must agree and then having the Gloms state the demands. I'm not sure if you three were guided or not, but if you weren't I do thank you - Shayle, Xenthos, and Yeralih - for not making harsher demands and involving anything more than you did. In your place, I would have wanted the same ... I just wish we'd actually been able to negotiate without Divine interaction.
Now, for your amusement, the talks (be thankful I editted out the commune aetherwave in this, and some of the deffing up and movements (not all the movements, sorry) ... it was even more spammy):
Darkness slinks its way across the skies, announcing the arrival of Viravain,
Mistress of the Webs and Her coterie.
Xenthos arrives following Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
Yeralih arrives following Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
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Mighty Crow enters from the ether, flapping his great wings.
Lighthearted Alchemist, Alita Le'Furie, of the Summer Breeze says to Aerenna,
"And we are waiting for the talks with Glomdoring."
You incline your head politely to those around you.
Aspirant Darven Riveen, Devotee of Groundhog says, "And if we do...It probably
won't be painful."
Elryn curls his nose up and grimaces awfully.
Kalodan bows respectfully to Viravain.
Lighthearted Alchemist, Alita Le'Furie, of the Summer Breeze says, "Speaking of
which.."
Xenthos inclines his head politely to those around him.
Felexia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Kalodan bows respectfully to Crow.
Crow turns his one eye towards Kalodan, cocking his head to rest his scarlet
gaze upon him.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
With a flourish of his arm, Selthar bows deeply.
Alita inclines her head politely to those around her.
Shorlen inclines his head politely to Xenthos.
Vaera curtseys respectfully before Viravain.
Shayle performs a graceful curtsey.
With a flourish of his arm, Darven bows deeply.
Charune flashes Viravain a joyous smile.
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "Welcome in this dark hour to the
Serenwilde Forest.... Lady."
Vaera curtseys respectfully before Shayle.
Shayle curtseys respectfully before Charune.
Vaera curtseys respectfully before Xenthos.
Seeker of the Moon, Trina says to Krin, "How can I do that if I'm going to die?
I don't even get a chace to tell Thernial goodbye."
Vaera curtseys respectfully before Yeralih.
Shulamit performs a graceful curtsey.
Charune, the Horned One says to Viravain, "Welcome, cousin."
Viravain stares implacably at Aerenna.
Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says to Charune, "Greetings
Lord."
Darven nudges Trina suggestively.
With a flourish of his arm, Lagon bows deeply.
Sarrasri inclines her head politely to Viravain.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Greetings, Cousin."
A wry smile spreads across Viravain's face.
High Alchemist Selthar, the Eccentric says, "Greetin's, Lady, Wyrdlin's."
Aspirant Felexia, Devotee of the Wolf says, "So what do i do?"
Felexia looks about in confusion.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "You mortals silence yourselves."
Shayle raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Felexia cowers in a corner, whimpering.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Except for those of importance."
Krin, Taurian Elder lifts a finger towards Trina with a nod.
Darven blinks.
Trina curtseys respectfully before Viravain.
Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing
familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.
Kiwi collapses into Felexia arms and begins to cry.
Aspirant Darven Riveen, Devotee of Groundhog taps in fingers against a tree in
annoyance, but settles down.
Felexia wraps a comforting arm around Kiwi.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "And I will deem who is indeed, important."
Aerenna gives the world a smart salute.
Darven mutters discontentedly.
Darven sits down.
Charune chuckles long and heartily.
Trina collapses into Felexia arms and begins to cry.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Those who are not and speak shall not fare
well."
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Felexia wraps a comforting arm around Trina.
The Moonhart Mother Tree suddenly flares with pulsating energy as Zenji steps
through.
Lagon wraps a comforting arm around Trina.
Shiroii arrives from the north.
Arundor's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Krin's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Elryn, for the time, you may speak. AS
well as Tsuki, and one other of your choosing, who is not Kalodan." Krin peers about himself unscrupulously.
Kalodan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Laneth smirks.
Felexia wraps a comforting arm around Krin.
Aerenna Dawngale, Warden of Moonhart says, "The guild of Serenguard should be
represented. I am a champion, although I have yet to catch on to what is going
on."
Shulamit tilts her head and listens intently.
Aerenna Dawngale, Warden of Moonhart says, "As such, for now I will remain
silent."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Then you are of no importance."
Kiwi becomes overwhelmed by it all and faints.
Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Moonhart Mother Tree.
Felexia wraps a comforting arm around Kiwi.
Reiya wraps a comforting arm around Zezza.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Choose your third, quickly."
Rafael forms a triangle with his hands and frames the moon within. After
whispering silently to himself, he lowers his hands and a brilliant, silvery
glow surrounds his body.
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "Arundor will speak for the Guard."
Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Moonhart Mother Tree.
Krellan places his hands on the Moonhart Mother Tree and disappears in a
fountain of pulsating energy.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Then speak quickly, I grow bored with you
all."
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "Dark Mistress of the Webs, we call
upon You in this dark hour to treat with us for the benefit of both our
communes." Arundor's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
The Moonhart Mother Tree suddenly flares with pulsating energy as Krellan steps
through.
Zenji leaves to the north.
Shayle squints suspiciously at Elryn.
Rafael leaves to the south.
A frost hag says, "Go well, child of the forest."
Viravain makes a petting motion with Her hand.
Krellan flashes Shayle a joyous smile.
A leprechaun bends over and picks up the Staff of the Hart.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Viravain pets Crow ingratiatingly.
Crow fans his wings in an enormous display and nuzzles his beak against
Viravain.
Krellan makes a petting motion with his hand.
Krellan pets a leprechaun ingratiatingly.
A leprechaun smiles happily.
Rafael arrives from the north.
A frost hag flows through the air before Rafael.
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "The Great Lord of our Forest is in
dire peril, and only with the help of His enemy will all that is destined for
Him come to pass." Sarrasri leans on Krellan seeking consolation.
Rafael leaves to the north.
A leprechaun gives the Staff of the Hart to Krellan.
Krellan inches bashfully over to Sarrasri and nuzzles her tenderly.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Yeralih."
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "With all the pain that it causes
us to do so, we ask for his aid."
Yeralih's ears perk up with a sudden interest.
Keeper Yeralih Carthan, the Ir'rala'mor asks, "My Lady?"
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "You may now counter Elryn's speech."
Keeper Yeralih Carthan, the Ir'rala'mor says, "I do not see why Hart's troubles
should be of concern to Brother Crow --- or His Nest --- at all."Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart gives a pained sigh.
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart says, "Before the Taint, Crow wasn't as
malevolent as he has become."
Shayle raises an eyebrow at Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart.
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart frowns at Shayle.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Very well."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Tsuki, you may make your claims, now."
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "And do so quickly, or I will skip over
you."
You say, "As Brother Crow and Mother Night contend they remain a part of Nature,
so too much their concerns be with Nature. Without Hart, with whom would Crow
struggle?" (and that was supposed to be "so too must" not much ... bah)Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart gives a pained sigh.
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart says, "Before the Taint, Crow wasn't as
malevolent as he has become."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Shayle, you may speak."
Krin's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Arundor's exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and he falls into a deep
sleep.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Aspirant Felexia, Devotee of the Wolf goes out to help arundor.
Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says, "You change your views and
opinions as they suit you. It seems to be your way. I can think of countless
times that we have approached you for assistance, with your own, when they have
been out of line, and out of control---it was of no concern---this is not of our
concern." Arundor opens his eyes and yawns mightily.
Arundor stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Very well."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Arundor, speak, and quickly."
Charune looks about Himself, rubbing His chin thoughtfully.
Aspirant Felexia, Devotee of the Wolf help arundor stay tanding.
The wind whistles eerily through the trees.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land
in utter darkness.
It is now the 21st of Dvarsh, 149 years after the Coming of Estarra.
You tell Serenguard Arundor, "Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper
says, You change your views and opinions as they suit you. It seems to be your
way. I can think of countless times that we have approached you for assistance,
with your own, when they have been out of line, and out of control---it was of
no concern---this is not of our concern."
You hear a rustling and turn to see Gubisa emerging from the undergrowth.
The body of Moon's Diplomat, Laneth of the Fae appears in a flash and his soul
descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with
emotion.
Xenthos inclines his head politely to Laneth.
You tell Moon's Diplomat, Laneth of the Fae, "Don't say amything."
Serenguard Arundor says, "Out of respect and love for White Hart, we request
your aid in reviving him. We believe this will make Glomdoring stronger, but we
ask anyway, to save White Hart."Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart says, "The White Hart is our guardian and can
never truly die."
Aerenna places her hands on the Moonhart Mother Tree and disappears in a
fountain of pulsating energy.
Laneth inclines his head politely to Xenthos.
Laneth tells you, "Aye I know."
Viravain smiles wryly at Elryn.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Elryn creases his brow in a frown.
Arundor yawns suddenly and mightily.
Krin's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Krin's exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and he falls into a deep sleep.
Aspirant Gubisa, Devotee of the Squirrel bows to the Gods.
Aspirant Felexia, Devotee of the Wolf gives a small, happy, smile to arundor.
Kaiden arrives from the north.
Krin opens his eyes and yawns mightily.
Krin stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Krin's exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and he falls into a deep sleep.
Krin opens his eyes and yawns mightily.
Krin stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Quickly, or you will be ignored."
Tully, The Magnagoran Janitor shouts, "Back to my shift. Good luck healing the
stag, hope it all goes well for ye--nobody likes it when a pet dies! And thanks
for ye patience with us mortals Lord Charune."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I do not see how the
restoration of White Hart will make the Glomdoring stronger, or indeed why you
ask this of us after years of exerting your will and attempting to "dominate"
the Glomdoring."Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart says, "The White Hart is our guardian and can
never truly die."
Trina is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe
until she returns to Lusternia.
The body of Seeker of the Moon, Trina appears in a flash and her soul descends
to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.
Kiwi leaves to the north.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Arundor, your statement is now
disregarded, lest you speak in the next five seconds."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "He already did,
Mother."
Serenguard Arundor says, "I have already spoken."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Very well, so much chatter from so many
insect."
The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.
Aspirant Felexia, Devotee of the Wolf looks happily at arundor.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "It begins to clash."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Speak, Charune, I know you want to do so." The body of Munsia D'cente`, Keeper of the Furrikins appears in a flash and her
soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill
with emotion.
A small screech owl soars into the sky and flies around in a few circles.
You tell Munsia D'cente`, Keeper of the Furrikins, "Don't say anything!"
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Munsia puts her hands on her hips and says "Huh?"
You tell Munsia D'cente`, Keeper of the Furrikins, "White Hart is -dead-."
Alita shakes her head at Munsia.
Munsia blinks perplexedly for a moment before emitting a confused "Wha?"
Darven nudges Munsia suggestively.
Viravain stares implacably at Darven.
Munsia places her hands on the Moonhart Mother Tree and disappears in a fountain
of pulsating energy.
Vaera is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe
until she returns to Lusternia.
A small screech owl soars into the sky and flies around in a few circles.
The body of Druidess Vaera, Friend of Squirrel appears in a flash and her soul
descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with
emotion.
Charune, the Horned One says, "I don't know, nor do I care about the arguments
you all seem to be quite fond of. What I do know, is My creation lays within
that egg, that there are spirits he holds within it that seem to be tied to your
forest and this forest as well. Hate each other all you want, that is your own
business, but Our creations should be more respected than to be bartered over
so." Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Moonhart Mother Tree.
Beithe nods her head enthusiastically.
Kalodan murmurs softly to himself.
Athalas steps out of the Moonhart Mother Tree, trailing sparkling motes of
light.
Athalas rushes away with a startling cry.
Beithe kneels onto one knee, demonstrating her humility and respect.
Aspirant Felexia, Devotee of the Wolf looks respectfully over at Charune.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
The howl of a distant wolf momentarily silences the crickets.
Beithe stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Reiya sits down.
The body of Aerywyn, Seren Brave appears in a flash and his soul descends to
fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.
You tell Aerywyn, Seren Brave, "Don't say anything."
Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says to Viravain, "May I speak,
Mother?"
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Felexia tilts her head curiously.
Viravain shimmers into view before you, emerging from the shadows.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "However, despite this...." Aerywyn tells you, "Uh... of course."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Blacktalon, make your demands." An owl hoots off in the distance.
Keeper Yeralih Carthan, the Ir'rala'mor says, "I would like to know of these ...
spirits, first. If I may?"
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "I can explain, if you wish."
Keeper Yeralih Carthan, the Ir'rala'mor says, "Please."
Aerywyn tells you, "If I may ask, what is going on?"
Reiya gives Arundor a concerned look.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
A large egg shaped construct rocks as small cracks form along its surface.
You tell Aerywyn, Seren Brave, "White Hart is dead, after quite a bit more
happening. We're seeking to restore him."
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "There are certain... ancestors,
members of the Hartstone who chose a different path in life and now in death
seek to destroy all that we have achieved. These shades are bound to White
Hart's fate, and by releasing Him they will join you and yours - with all of our
secrets they have learned, and even power enough to cause the Hart this peril on
their own. There is no greater weakness which we can offer to you. The recent
afflictions of the Wilde itself are evidence of what they can do."
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart says, "The White Hart is our guardian and can
never truly die."
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "We call upon not your compassion
or your brotherhood, but we call upon your shrewdness."
A wry smile spreads across Yeralih's face.
Keeper Yeralih Carthan, the Ir'rala'mor asks, "A different path?"
Alita snickers softly to herself.
Felexia flashes Elryn a joyous smile.
Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Moonhart Mother Tree.
Aerywyn tells you, "So there is no need for a warriors hand is there..."
A frost hag says, "Go well, fae-tender."
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
You tell Aerywyn, Seren Brave, "There isn't. and only three of the Serenwilde
are allowed to speak at the moment, or we forfeit White Hart's chance at life."
With a wistful look on his face, Gubisa touches the Moonhart Mother Tree.
The body of Young Wanderer Lowe appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill
it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.
With a wistful look on his face, Reiya touches the Moonhart Mother Tree.
Keeper Yeralih Carthan, the Ir'rala'mor says, "In any case ... we would like to
see the Wilde acknowledge the Wyrd for what it is. Not the Taint or any similar
illusion. But a new entity. Something unique and still part of Nature."
The body of Jasper Greythane appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill
it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.
Elryn Greythane, Songwarden of Avaerin says, "Like yourselves, they did not
believe that to rely on the natural order was sufficient for their purposes.
They became learned and empowered with... unnatural forces. This is why they
were banished."
The sky lightens and stars fade as Father Sun approaches the horizon in his
neverending quest to capture Mother Night.
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You tell Jasper Greythane, "Don't say anything."
Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says, "Do not speak of our
beliefs, Elryn."
Aerywyn closes his eyes, curls up into a ball and falls asleep.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Shadowdancers, make your demands."
Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says, "The Shadowdancers expect
the -guaranteed- saftey of all the Daughters of the Night, and those fae loyal
to Mother Night when in the Faethorn realm, as in accordance with the wishes of
Queen Maeve. And I expect that all fae who choose to serve their tah'vrai in
Glomdoring be allowed to do so without interference or abduction."
Jasper tells you, "Naturally."
Beithe of Autumnal Moonlight wrinkles her nose.
The bright sun shines down upon you.
Shayle raises an eyebrow at Beithe.
Beithe curtseys respectfully before Shayle.
Crying out in his sleep, Aerywyn's legs twitch and jerk.
You hear a rustling and turn to see Krellan emerging from the undergrowth.
A frost hag nods graciously to Krellan.
Krin's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
You say to Shayle, "I accept."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Ebonguard, make your demands."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I request that the
Serenguard assure the safety of those unenemied members of the Glomdoring who
enter your villages with no intent to do harm, but simply to shop or to harvest,
and ensure that they do not get enemied for this."
Shayle nods her head at you.
Aerywyn opens his eyes and stretches languidly, a smile on his face.
Serenguard Arundor says, "I accept."
Beithe of Autumnal Moonlight is ripped from your location by an unseen force.
Reiya closes his eyes, curls up into a ball and falls asleep.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Serenwilde, you will announce your
agreement to these demands publically." Aerywyn stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Moonhart Mother Tree.
The bright sun shines down upon you.
Shayle's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "You will also swear an oath to these
demands - should they be broken, so should the only benefit of this agreement
you make."
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "You will be returned your bane." Beithe steps out of the Moonhart Mother Tree, trailing sparkling motes of light.
Reiya shifts uncomfortably in his sleep.
Charune looks about Himself, rubbing His chin thoughtfully.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "We leave you now to decide. There will be
no compromise." Crying out in his sleep, Reiya's legs twitch and jerk.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "Coterie, you may again follow Me."
Crow begins to follow Viravain obediently.
Krin's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.
Shayle performs a graceful curtsey.
Vaera performs a graceful curtsey.
Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "When you have finished your public post,
and wish to complete the oath that binds the Serenwilde, we will continue." Trina curtseys respectfully before Shayle.
A leprechaun bends over and picks up the Staff of the Hart.
Reiya twitches in his sleep, as though dreaming of running.
Xenthos leaves, following Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
Shayle leaves, following Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
Yeralih leaves, following Viravain, Mistress of the Webs.
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A frost hag watches Viravain leave intently.
With a flap of his great wings, mighty Crow leaves to the ether.
I can only assume that this was to cut down time to make iron-clad decrees.
"But can't we put them on astral?" "but can't we just place them at the ravenwood?" "but what it we put them in us?" "But can't we boil the egg?" "but can't we boil the egg and then destroy it?" "but what if we boil them and put them on the road?"
