Because Drezneth wanted a log of this -

(The Veiled): Mysrai says, "Find me the answer to a riddle: what is forged, yet
speaks, what is mute, yet given voice, what is heard that is unheard?"

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

(The Veiled): Arunasapta says, "A promise, Great One?"

(The Veiled): Tarshishnavi (from the Aetherways) says, "Drezneth's axe."

(The Veiled): Nataely says, "That's Drezneth's weapon!"

(The Veiled): Nataely says, "Haha!"

(The Veiled): Drezneth (from the Aetherways) says, "My axe?"

(The Veiled): Mysrai says, "I require the material of this riddle, My Crimson.
Go amongst My Own and deliver My Drezneth and his axe unto Me."

(The Veiled): Arunasapta says, "Ah! I think Your followers have a much better
answer than I..."

(The Beatific Cultural Society): You say, "Ooo."

You open up a window in the cosmic fabric and search out Drezneth. Through the
cosmic window, you see Drezneth at Heated sleeping chamber (the Aetherways).

(The Veiled): Drezneth says, "Be right there Thousandfold."

(The Veiled): Arunasapta (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Drezneth, my son
in all but name. Let us hie ourselves to the Fulcrux."

(The Veiled): You say, "May I come and see, or or is this private? I like
Drezneth and his axe. His axe is funny."

Tarshishnavi arrives, following Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil.
Drezneth arrives from the ether.

Tarshishnavi leaves, following Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil.
A cone of sparkling light rises up around Drezneth and whisks him away.

(The Veiled): Mysrai says, "You may, My Shulamit."

Tarshishnavi arrives, following Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil.
Drezneth arrives from the up.

You tilt your head and listen intently to Drezneth.

Tarshishnavi flashes you a joyous smile.

You raise your hand in greeting to Tarshishnavi and say "Hi!"

With a flourish of his arm, Drezneth bows deeply.

High Priestess Arunasapta Qatoc, Beloved of Scarlet says, "Do excuse us all. The
Great One beckons!"

Naralis gives the world a smart salute.

Drezneth leaves, following High Priestess Arunasapta Qatoc, Beloved of Scarlet.
Tarshishnavi leaves, following Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil.
The veil flutters outwards into a skein of copper and crimson energies,
obscuring Arunasapta from view.

The veil flutters outwards into a skein of copper and crimson energies,
obscuring Naralis from view.

Naralis removes the Grand Helm of the Hidden Flame.

Tarshishnavi performs a graceful curtsey.

The shifting aura of arms focuses briefly into six palms, the eyes staring
unblinkingly upon you from within Mysrai's limbs.

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

You curtsey respectfully before Mysrai.

Nataely stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Nataely removes a beautiful white rose battle helm.

Arunasapta kneels before Mysrai and touches her head to the ground in worship.

Nataely kneels before the master shrine of Mysrai, swearing her allegiance to
it.

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

Nataely stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Nataely kneels before Mysrai, swearing her allegiance to Her.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "Your weapon, Our Drezneth. We will have it
of you."

Nataely stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Drezneth stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Drezneth nods his head.

High Priestess Arunasapta Qatoc, Beloved of Scarlet says, "We have heard and
obeyed, You who Define."

Naralis stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Drezneth gives a serpentine klangaxe of the Fire Lords to Mysrai, the Thousand
Hands.

look at mysrai
She is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a shifting field of arms. As
realities warp about Her figure, five or six arms focus out of the blurring
mass, opening into creamy, blue-skinned hands. In the palm of each, a
constellation-strewn eye opens in unrelieved black. With a shifting of
paradigms, further fingers manifest, at times concealing one eye, at others
posed mid-dance or with one finger pressed across gold-painted lips. About Her
curving, slender face, copper-laced strands of aubergine and black fall in wild
profusion to Her waist. Beneath, burn marks twist into spirals and Ae sigils
upon Her feet: realities shift beneath Her toes, carrying Her aloft on air
itself. She is wearing a mercurial vest of shifting hues, armwound beads of
ivory and resin, a set of voidcopper-threaded chest bindings, a verdigrised
voidcopper loincloth and a sanguine circlet of fevered poppy blossoms.

The arms lift the axe, six fists lifting it and turning it this way and that in
a glittering halo of polished metals around Mysrai's form.

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Deserted here,
a scroll bears the sigil of an all-seeing eye that stares into space. Oilslick
patterns ripple across the silken folds of this veil as it flutters between two
paradigms. Veils of reality bounded by skeins of ivory and blood-hued blossoms
twist and shiver above a poppy-inlaid vessel filled with burning coals. A sheet
of Vortex-creature stationery has been dropped here. Left by some forgetful
drinker, a small, indigo kantharos cup has been discarded here. A heavy grimoire
of many shifting hues rests upon the ground here. Euterpe, the muse of music
stands here, holding a slender flute. Polyhymnia stands here, surrounded in
layers of shifting veils. Kneeling, Arunasapta's head is touched to the ground
in worship. Drezneth is here, nodding his head. Marshal Naralis Siarani, the
Scarlet Petal towers here. He wields a brightly coloured metal ring in his right
hand. Mysrai, the Thousand Hands floats here, surrounded by twisting
manifestations of half-realised paradigms. Nataely Primrose, the Copper Paradigm
is here. She wields an elegant rapier of crimson and voidcopper in each hand.
Flame Dancer Tarshishnavi is here. She wields a greatshield depicting the
Eternal Flame in her left hand and Gauntlets of Psychedelia in her right.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "A curious instrument, My Drezneth. We are
pleased at your strength of belief."

Mysrai strokes a serpentine klangaxe of the Fire Lords tenderly.

Bowing low, Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil says, "My thanks Thousandfold. I forged it
myself."

You look at a sanguine circlet of fevered poppy blossoms that Mysrai is wearing:
Blood-hued poppies are threaded together in a smooth ring of stems and petals to
create this bizarre adornment. Amidst the sanguine pistils, a faint stirring
broaches the air: from the nodding heads of the blossoms, an intoxicating heady
scent rises. Seed pods glazed with fresh resin nod amidst the flowers; a faint
sussuration of energies stirs the wreath, setting loose a spiraling pattern of
bloody petals at the perimetre of tight-laced blossoms.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "That which is true may become untrue. That
which is untrue may become true."

A single star-scattered eye winks from the palm of a hand held over Mysrai's
blue-lipped mouth.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "That which is written might become real as
a new paradigm is born. That which is dreamed is reality."

Thousands of hands blur in a shifting aura, and the axe whirls back around,
offered out haft-first.

Mysrai gives a serpentine klangaxe of the Fire Lords to Sir Drezneth
Ama'nar'isil.

Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil takes the axe, giving another deep bow.

Drezneth starts to wield a serpentine klangaxe of the Fire Lords in his hands.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "Of Scarlet is the passion of belief over
reason."

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "From belief and Will is reality shaped, and
new paradigms and new entities thus defined."

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

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "Our Drezneth's True Will is of an
axe-shaped paradigm. We are well-pleased.”

Drezneth smiles softly.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "We are well-pleased indeed."

Drezneth kneels before Mysrai, swearing his allegiance to Her.

Reverently, High Priestess Arunasapta Qatoc, Beloved of Scarlet says, "Your
Drezneth has done Your work well, Great One. He has claimed the heart, if not
the hand, of Your Tarshishnavi, and sired three children of mine own blood in
Your name. I can attest for the ferocity with which he tends my daughter, and
his determination to heed the passions of metal, though his refusal to smelt
down that which has been forged costs him dearly at times."

Sir Drezneth Ama'nar'isil says, "I am thrilled that I please You Thousandfold."

You have emoted: Shulamit claps happily, humming softly as she smiles at
Drezneth, offering a happy smile.

Drezneth stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Drezneth smiles softly.

Tarshishnavi smiles softly.

High Priestess Arunasapta Qatoc, Beloved of Scarlet says, "What is passion if
not life hewn from fire, no matter its vessel?"

(A Clan): Drezneth says, "Someone log this D: i cant."

You say, "I have whiskey, which I think Lady Kalikai might consider passion."

You ponder a rhyton poppy bouquet bottle thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

(A Clan): You say, "I can try, it'll be filled with my
health prompt most likely though."

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Hopefully that was alright? Yay!

Was very much unexpected but huge rave to Mysrai for this! And thanks to Shulamit for posting this.

Mysrai is so cool! I need to come up with a reason for Tulemrah to seek her out, I bet it would be so much fun.

I love it when Admin do these things! See Drez? Knew that craziness of yours would come in handy!

Everiine:

I love it when Admin do these things! See Drez? Knew that craziness of yours would come in handy!

Yeah. I admit I choked on my drink when I saw that riddle cause I knew it was Drez's axe.