Did anyone get a log of it?!

Aloofly, Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "We have come to ensure nothing becomes of Raziela."
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A wry smile spreads across Eventru's face.
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Jeanne, the windmuse elemental says, "This is where Raziela is right?"
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "And none shall pierce this barrier but Our self."
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Celedir nods his head at Jeanne, the windmuse elemental.
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Lady Zynna Dekoven says to Eventru, "Thank You, Lord."
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Dilettante Narsrim D'cente` says, "Will Queen Nilfilhema be joining us here?"
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Ceren Valtyros, the Earthen Ire says, "She said she would come."
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You say, "I'm almost scared to believe we've come this far..."
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "Let Us begin, then."
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted gestures broadly and a mote of celestial white light begins to form in the air beside the olive tree.
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A dark mote of tainted energy bursts into existance beside the mote of celestial light.
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The twin motes begin to chase one another in circles, before expanding, together, to create a dark portal, through which Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty passes.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty gasps in agony as her flesh begins to tear beneath a scouring of celestial energy.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty exclaims, "Oh, what pain!"
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty says, "Blissful, blissful pain."
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
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Coldly, Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says to Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty, "Hurry. You know what will become of you if you do not."
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Zynna tilts her head and listens intently.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty nods her head emphatically.
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Sohei Shaddus Mes'ard, of the Quietus Innocence murmurs, "To nifilhema worry not, our Lord has His hand on you."
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty says, "Ah, how lovely of you to come and help me with my work! In fact, there was a little something I've been meaning to try..."
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty sensually places a hot hand behind Garick's neck and draws him forward. With a smile, she leans in and kisses Garick on the lips, whose body convulses with violent paroxysms. Blood begins to flow out of all his orifices.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty leisurely reaches out and grabs Garick by the neck, her fingers dig into flesh as he convulses and twitches in her grip.
A force field around Garick flares, absorbing all damage.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty moves beside the marble altar, gasping in agony as her skin continues to tear apart and rebuild itself, only to again be torn.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty leans over and caresses the check of Garick, one fingernail opening up a long gash that bleeds profusely.
A force field around Garick flares, absorbing all damage.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty leans over and caresses the check of Garick, one fingernail opening up a long gash that bleeds profusely.
A force field around Garick flares, absorbing all damage.
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Shaddus gives a pained sigh.
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Shaddus points a brooch mimicking the shape of a scorpion at Garick, and sparks fly out of it.
A gust of wind slams into Garick.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty coughs softly.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty says, "Bad habits."
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty says, "Won't happen again."
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty brushes fingertips against the celestial prism, smiling gently.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty exclaims, "Very well then. I have gleaned what I needed, and this... Toy... Shall be mine!"
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Lady Zynna Dekoven frowns and says, "Toy...?"
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"Shh!" Shaddus says to Zynna, putting a finger to his lips.
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted with a wave of His hand a section of the celestial prism parts.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty reaches through and grasps a section of the vine upon Raziela's arm, and whispers softly in the tongue of the fae. The words come slowly and she stumbles several times, only to repeat herself, each time the words becoming more assured.
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With a gut-wrenching yank, Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty exclaims, "You are mine, toy! MINE, NOW!"
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The binding rips free of Raziela's arm, leaving the flesh torn but otherwise unharmed.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
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The corners of Yukio's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty almost skips with apparent joy as she clutches a blood-soaked thorned vine against her chest.
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty exclaims, "Mine! The Faethorn - all of the Ethereal - it shall be ours!"
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Nifilhema, Queen of Insufferable Cruelty returns through the portal from whence she came, allowing it to snap shut behind her.
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Eventru creases His brow in a frown.
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Yukio pumps his fists in the air to rally the troops.
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Melville d'Murani says, "So it is done?"
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A Divine wave of healing washes over Ceren, and he looks heartier and more aware.
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Shaddus looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
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Jeanne, the windmuse elemental says, "Did we win?"
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Melville d'Murani says, "Raziela has not awoken."
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Gently caressing the prism, Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "Raziela will sleep until she is healed."
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "We will tend to that."
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Coldly, Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "Go. We think you Magnagorans have more to do, now."
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Melville nods his head emphatically.
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Ceren Valtyros, the Earthen Ire says, "When can we bring her fae to consu... convert?"
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Sipelus flashes Zynna a joyous smile.
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Shaddus's eyes sparkle with amusement.
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Vermilla idly twitches her tail.
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "Raziela will return once We are finished healing these wounds."
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Ceren Valtyros, the Earthen Ire says, "Alright, farewell."
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Melville leaves, following Ceren Valtyros, the Earthen Ire.
A hellish black nightmare rears up and sends a bank of jet black clouds rolling to the south, galloping away upon it.
Daevos leaves, following Ceren Valtyros, the Earthen Ire.
Unitos leaves, following Ceren Valtyros, the Earthen Ire.
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Eventru, Crown of the Exalted says, "She is free, however. Thank Dynara, she is free."

Can we get a Tainting of Maeve too?

Can we get a Tainting of Maeve too?

And it only took 3...4 years. And 3 months after the "event" started.

Looks pretty cool. Nice to see the Hamadhi mound/amphora actually had a purpose after all.

Sad, child-like sobbing can be heard nearby.

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Between summer's fire and autumn's dance.
The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billows in the wind. Hovering over a raised dais are two silver arrows, their long shafts crossed with the points aimed skywards. A silver baby's basin rests upon a pile of autumn leaves. Gleaming streamers of white fabric surround the form of this champion of the fae as she stands here regally. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A graceful tree stands here, shaped vaguely like the form of a woman. A little fae girl skips about here, dressed in a little blue dress.
You see exits leading north and southwest.

You say to a little fae girl, "Are you okay?"

A little fae girl shakes her head.

You say to a little fae girl, "What's wrong?"

A little fae girl says, "Miss Selene is gone..."

A little fae girl says, "And and... I don't know where to go..."

A little fae girl says, "Maeve is scary..."

A little fae girl exclaims, "I... I... I don't know what to do!"

A little fae girl breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

You say to a little fae girl, "Would you like to talk to Albion?"

Shaking her head vigorously, A little fae girl says, "No... She scares me..."

A little fae girl says, "I heard Laeroc's nearby..."

You say to a little fae girl, "He's... scary like Maeve."

Fretting, A little fae girl says, "I can't find Miss Butter anywhere."

Beginning to tear up, A little fae girl says, "He's scary too?"

Sobbing openly, A little fae girl says, "WHY IS EVERYONE BECOMING SCARY?"

A little fae girl exclaims, "Am I going to become scary?!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "What if I become scary!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "What's going to happen?!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "Will I become like Maeve?!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "Will I have to serve Nifilhema?!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "Will I become an imp!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "I DON'T WANT TO BECOME AN IMP!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME BECOME AN IMP!"

A little fae girl sobs hysterically, dropping to the ground and wrapping herself into a ball.

Clinking with each rigid and unnatural motion, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas shambles in from the north.

Tattered robes of twilight blue flutter uselessly about the form of this wretched fae, much of his form unfortunately left visible. His pallid flesh has been torn ripped apart in many places, leaving gaping, weeping wounds that seep with a rotten yellowed pus and opaque fluids. Several open wounds have been flayed so deep the ribs of his chest and his pelvic bones are left visible - flaps of flesh have been held back buy silver hooks attached to black filaments, the filaments themselves attached to other hooks that are attached to other flaps or, in many cases, his limbs. Each agonizing movement of his head causes one or more of the many chains that drape about his face to tug upon a jagged-edged piercing that runs through one of his lips, nostrils, eyebrows or ears, while the chains themselves have been woven into his long blonde hair - now tied up in a knot atop his head. His eyes, once mirthful and alive, are utterly dead - pale grey irises surrounding ashen pupils, the only colour to them the crimson streaks that give him a bloodshot appearance.
Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas almost glows with nearly god-like power.
He weighs about 150 pounds.
He is loyal to the Demon Lords of Nil.
You cannot see what Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas is holding.

Gently, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "It's time, child."

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "We want to take you home."

Crying, A little fae girl exclaims, "I don't want to go!"

You say to a little fae girl, "Look at him. Don't go with Laeroc."

Smiling gently, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "Come. We'll get you some flowers."

Sobbing, A little fae girl exclaims, "No!"

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas takes a step closer to a little fae girl.

Softly, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "Yes. It is time."

You say to Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas, "Begone from this place."

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas places a hand upon Solanis' arm.

You point an athame dagger at Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas.

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "Go."

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "This girl is ours."

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "She will join us."

You say to Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas, "We won't let you take her."

Turning to go, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "Very well."

Pausing and looking over his shoulder, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "Oh. Your bunny is waiting for you in Maeve's tree. He misses you."

A little fae girl shrieks in frustration.

A little fae girl exclaims, "NO!"

Clinking with each rigid and unnatural motion, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas shambles off to the southwest.

You whisper soothing words to a little fae girl.

A little fae girl breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.

A little fae girl exclaims, "NO! MY BUNYN!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "BUNNY BUNNY!"

A little fae girl exclaims, "I HAVE TO GET HIM!"

A little girl skips out to the southwest.

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You yell, "Little fae girl, come back!"

A terrified shriek erupts from Maeve's tree.

A garden of hanging flowers.
The area is bathed with silver light as a robust defensive aura suffuses the air due to a shield shrine of Lisaera nearby. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. The fossilized remains of Crek are here. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A graceful tree stands here, shaped vaguely like the form of a woman. A little fae girl skips about here, dressed in a little blue dress.
You see exits leading south and northwest.

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas grabs a little fae girl by her dress as she begins to struggle against him.

A little fae girl shrieks and screams and thrashes about in Laeroc's grasp, causing her dress to tear in a multitude of places.

A single burning mark appears on her forehead, which begins to expand and glow an angry crimson, dark tainted fumes billowing out of the mark and enveloping both of the fae.

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas drops a little imp girl to the ground and nods slowly.

A little imp girl garbed in a tattered blue dress crawls about on all fours, her clawed hands digging into the ground as she moves about. A forked tongue flicks through her putrescent green lips, running along the her boil-covered upper lip and even along the base of her nose, if only for the briefest of instances. Her eyes are unnaturally wide, pitch black pupils staring out from a bed of angry, tainted crimson irises. Twin serpentine horns rise out of her head, covered in an unpleasant, bristly felt.
A little imp girl appears to lack strength.
She weighs about 50 pounds.
You cannot see what a little imp girl is holding.

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas licks at a claw for a minute, before turning her head slightly to one side.

A little imp girl licks at a claw for a minute, before turning her head slightly to one side.

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas laughs a soft, empty laugh.

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "I must find the others."

Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas says, "Sweetpease and his wife. Antris."

Clinking with each rigid and unnatural motion, Laeroc, the Dame's Canvas shambles off to the south.

A little imp girl peers about herself unscrupulously.

You say to a little imp girl, "Talk to me..."

A little imp girl says, "Talky?"

A little imp girl cackles hellishly.

An impish grin creeps over a little imp girl's face as her eyes light up with mischief.

You say to a little imp girl, "Follow me."

A little imp girl says, "Go where?"

A little imp girl peers about herself unscrupulously.

"Ummmm," you say uncertainly.

You say to a little imp girl, "We'll play a fun game."

You say to a little imp girl, "You like games, right?"

A little imp girl says, "Game game..."

A little imp girl cackles hellishly.

A little imp girl exclaims, "Game!"

Thick, oily smoke pours out of the mouth of a little imp girl and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.