A miserable lime-coloured willow weeps salty tears over her deflowering as unicorns with sixty legs munch upon her blossom.

Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "Greetings."

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

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
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. The sound of laughing crows echoes
down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a palpable
power. 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. There are 15 dark
nighthags here. There are 5 illithoids scourge here. Its petals glistening with ice, a delicate
snoefaasia orchid grows here from a clump of snow. Covered in bone armour, a furry tarantula
crouches here, ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal
stands here, thrumming powerfully. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the shadows. A
blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic
sigil lies here. 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 spider around its skull. An animated
skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton
stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. A green eyelash viper is slithering
about here. Terentia, the Even Bladed stands here, radiating an aura of austerity. She wields the
Even Blade with both hands.
You see a single exit leading north.

You say, "Tidings."

With a flourish of your arm, you bow deeply.

You tilt your head and listen intently.

Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "I suggest you teach young Reim a lesson in dealing with the
Elder Gods before I be forced to."

You crease your brow in a frown.

You say, "Oh, what now?"

You say, "That child of mine gets me in so much trouble."

Terentia, the Even Bladed says, "As I do not think it was his wisest moment to ask Me if I broke an
arm, would I be odd-handed."

You ponder the situation.

You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!

Terentia, the Even Bladed says, "Walk Well."

Terentia inclines Her head politely to those around Her.

Terentia is enveloped by a pulsing white light and when it fades, She is gone.

WA
Your spinning diamond weaves a glittering shield around you.
Your action causes the nearly invisible magical shield around you to fade away.
You point a bloodstone void blaster at a hard-shelled, many-legged cave-fisher, shooting a sphere of pitch-black matter into him, which detonates in a silent explosion that causes chunks of flesh to simply disappear.

WA
Enticing you within striking distance with its lure of flesh, a hard-shelled, many-legged cave-fisher quickly lunges forward and clamps down on you with his massive mandibles, crushing your bones beneath his titan grip.
Jeanne, the windmuse elemental leaps into the air in front of you, deflecting the attack.
You cease to wield a bloodstone void blaster.
Your spinning emerald suffuses you with a deep green glow.
The bones in your left arm mend.
You are not wielding a crystalweapon.

Ryboi:

Okay so my Pegasus is a holy being... with Blood red wings??

casilu:



Blood is good. You need blood to live.

Taking advantage of the distraction provided by the dangerous fire blossom storm, you spy the fleeing figure of Arian running past. Grinning wickedly, you flick a crystal gifted to you from the Hallifaxian Board toward him. The crystal shatters at his feet, warping space into an anomalous temporal portal that envelops Arian, crackling, ageing him to a pile of dust that is blown away in the flurry of blossoms before he can even scream. He was the Grand Master General.
The lifeless form of Sidd lies upon the ground nearby in a pool of blood, a massive puncture wound visible in his back, marking him as a victim of the Grand Master General. He was the treacherous dreamer, the undead Emperor Ladantine in disguise!
Arian leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
A young chimaera with a smooth, feathery pelt prowls out to the ether.
Sidd leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.

It is now blooming three.

Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
: You have completed the 'Stab In The Dark' Achievement! You have earned Instant Experience.
You have served Hallifax well, eradicating the Freedom Council and crippling Project Paradox in return for great riches from the eastern city. Well done!
You receive 2000 gold for winning the vengeance game.
The corrupt councillors have eradicated the Freedom Council in the Time of the Taint Wars, crippling their initiative and securing victory for Hallifax!
Essence changed: 173

You drop a glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix.
A glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix falls to the ground and springs to life momentarily, fanning its wings and opening its beak wide. An icy glow surrounds it before it bursts in a chill blast of energy, obliterating the local miasma with a wash of cool air.
Congrats! You have completed the special event quest in 21 days in October and earned a glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix.

Small enough to fit within the palm of the hand, this miniature is nonetheless exquisite, possessing a remarkable level of detail in its creation. The crystalline plumage of the minute avian refracts an array of prismatic colours amid its numerous facets and edges, gracing its swan-like frame with an elegant touch of austere beauty. Tiny, icy plumes crest and flare upon the brow of the phoenix, akin to a diadem of icicles. Resplendent wings flare about either side of the tiny miniature, rendered with meticulous care for each individual feather. Tiny etched writing is carved along the underside of one wing.
A glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix looks weak and feeble.
He weighs 4 ounce(s).
He is loyal to Seer Ssaliss Inseira.
It has 10 uses left.
A glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix is holding:
Nothing.

You read what is written on a glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix:
Owners may:
PUSH PHOENIX - return to inventory
DROP PHOENIX - will also cause the miniature to automatically follow

Anyone may:
TOUCH PHOENIX to activate.

This miniature has 10 charges. You can RUB PHOENIX to release a charge
which will refresh you. Once the charges are gone, it cannot be
re-charged but the miniature will remain as a permanent curio.

Enyalida:


Get it right, it's 6 rats. I measure all essence expenditures from powers in the context of weevils. Seek is 10 WU (Weevil units)

(Market): Rika says, "Buying things."

(Market): Malarious says, "Buyingdingbats."


(Market): Barrin says, "Selling things."


(Market): Tetra says, "Selling books."


(Market): Laxinova says, "Selling stuff."


(Market): Vuris says, "Buying books to write in."


(Market): Malarious says, "Killing people!"


(Market): Laxinova says, "Selling assassin information."


(Market): Shuyin says, "Offering my services as a detective. Seeking a protector."


(Market): Onenmaru says, "Trans runist for hire. I see business in your future!"


(Market): You say, "Offering services as an assassin, seeking protector in return."


(Market): Eventru says, "Utilizing Our services as a vigilante against those who abuse market."


(Market): Arian says, "Vigilante. Not for hire, I'm just gonna kill you all."