Estarra2012-01-16 07:24:53
Hope everyone enjoys the latest addition to the Divine Havens!
Rika2012-01-16 07:28:03
Welcome!
Unknown2012-01-16 07:30:07
what ees eet
Ixion2012-01-16 07:43:59
I'll post a log when I have it all neat and tidy.
The honours bugged out though :(
The honours bugged out though :(
Ixion2012-01-16 07:53:00
And here it is... starting at the end of Zvoltz's and my conversation.
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Zvoltz, the Architect says, "You must go, get one of them, tell them that Zvoltz has sent you and that they must come to my aid, here in the dream or in the Void itself."
You say, "Okay!"
The dream trembles, threating to shatter.
Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Quickly! Tell them to come to Me quickly!"
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You shout, "Dreamer and Meditator Elder Gods, I humbly request your help!"
The whisper of shifting tree branches and the trilling of birdsong permeate the aether as Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer, returns to perception.
You tell Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer, "Zvoltz is trapped and has asked me to help free him!"
You tell Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer, "Apparently I cannot so we need help from the Elders!"
A riotuous burst of coppery essence adorns the sky as the Empress of Bright Aspects turns Her gaze upon the First World.
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "What stirs in the places between?"
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "The Dreamspace is disturbed by knots, My friend, so says a small one of Magnagora."
You tell Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects, "Zvoltz needs Your help to escape!"
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "What? That One stirs again? Leave It well-trapped beyond the dreaming!"
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "We must not let those of Our kin remain lost, Mysrai. It is imperative that all who can return return."
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "And allow Him to bend Us to His unswerving Will? Let Him remain enchained."
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "My friend, pettiness unsuits you. You should shed it like You shed your forms, for He is of Your crech!"
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "You would ask this of Me, Dreamer of Forests? After all this time?"
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "The Dreaming may be threatened with Him forming knots, Your paradigms torn asunder, hoom. My friend, this is required. The sleeper must awaken, the Architect must return."
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "Let Us to arms then, old friend, but should He seek to bring Us to order, it will be His shattering My hand turns to!"
Mysrai's eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer rumbles, "Pray tell, small ones, how did you come to find Zvoltz? How did you come to the dream?"
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says to Mysrai, "My friend, are You prepared to free Your crechemate?"
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "As always, Dreamer of Forests, I stand ready. Let Us begin."
Rumbling deeply, Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Ixion, We require the link that you possess to the dreamspace. It is the lock thatkeeps Zvoltz lost."
You give an ephemeral ring of glittering stone to Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Let it be lifted into balance, as of old."
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer takes the ring from you, setting it within His palm. With a breathy blow, the God forces the ring to levitate, sparkling with gentle light.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Where once were three, We must be two, and where two are, We must raise a third."
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "However unsuited."
A murmur of whispers, of paradigms, closes about Mysrai's form, veils flickering into being in a panoply of scarlet, ivory, and copper.
In suit, dreams manifest about Hoaracle's figure, rushing with murming sounds and metaphoric flickers.
With a soft smile, the Empress reaches out one hand towards the Hoaracle, Her energy flickering coppery-bright and scarlet towards the dreams, the veils dancing across and blurring along the edges of the Dreamer's flickering essence.
Takes the Empress' hand, whips of essence, energy, dream connecting and linking with Her flickering power.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "For that which changes and shifts, I call..."
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer intones, "For that which grows and connects, I summon..."
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects stretches out a languid hand, coppery essence flickering from Her fingers.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Come forth, Zvoltz. Come forth, brother."
Energy thrums through the chamber pulsing in erratic beats, shuddering away from the form of Mysrai.
Smoke rises from the shining skin of the Empress, whirling and shivering apart, veils and murmurs as Her eyes go impossibly black, the stars within slowing their slow rotation.
Skeins of essence, motes of light ravage through reality - boring into the spaces between real and unreal.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Even as You would deny choice, so do We deny You choice now. Come forth, Brother. Wake from Your dreaming!"
A blaze of energy jumps from between Mysrai and Hoaracle with a roar of static, spriraling upward before streaking away to Avechna's Peak.
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Zvoltz, the Architect says, "You must go, get one of them, tell them that Zvoltz has sent you and that they must come to my aid, here in the dream or in the Void itself."
You say, "Okay!"
The dream trembles, threating to shatter.
Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Quickly! Tell them to come to Me quickly!"
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You shout, "Dreamer and Meditator Elder Gods, I humbly request your help!"
The whisper of shifting tree branches and the trilling of birdsong permeate the aether as Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer, returns to perception.
You tell Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer, "Zvoltz is trapped and has asked me to help free him!"
You tell Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer, "Apparently I cannot so we need help from the Elders!"
A riotuous burst of coppery essence adorns the sky as the Empress of Bright Aspects turns Her gaze upon the First World.
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "What stirs in the places between?"
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "The Dreamspace is disturbed by knots, My friend, so says a small one of Magnagora."
You tell Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects, "Zvoltz needs Your help to escape!"
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "What? That One stirs again? Leave It well-trapped beyond the dreaming!"
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "We must not let those of Our kin remain lost, Mysrai. It is imperative that all who can return return."
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "And allow Him to bend Us to His unswerving Will? Let Him remain enchained."
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "My friend, pettiness unsuits you. You should shed it like You shed your forms, for He is of Your crech!"
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "You would ask this of Me, Dreamer of Forests? After all this time?"
Tendered by the soft creaking of tree branches, the rumbling voice of Hoaracle shakes the firmament, "The Dreaming may be threatened with Him forming knots, Your paradigms torn asunder, hoom. My friend, this is required. The sleeper must awaken, the Architect must return."
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "Let Us to arms then, old friend, but should He seek to bring Us to order, it will be His shattering My hand turns to!"
Mysrai's eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer rumbles, "Pray tell, small ones, how did you come to find Zvoltz? How did you come to the dream?"
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says to Mysrai, "My friend, are You prepared to free Your crechemate?"
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "As always, Dreamer of Forests, I stand ready. Let Us begin."
Rumbling deeply, Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer says, "Ixion, We require the link that you possess to the dreamspace. It is the lock thatkeeps Zvoltz lost."
You give an ephemeral ring of glittering stone to Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Let it be lifted into balance, as of old."
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer takes the ring from you, setting it within His palm. With a breathy blow, the God forces the ring to levitate, sparkling with gentle light.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Where once were three, We must be two, and where two are, We must raise a third."
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "However unsuited."
A murmur of whispers, of paradigms, closes about Mysrai's form, veils flickering into being in a panoply of scarlet, ivory, and copper.
In suit, dreams manifest about Hoaracle's figure, rushing with murming sounds and metaphoric flickers.
With a soft smile, the Empress reaches out one hand towards the Hoaracle, Her energy flickering coppery-bright and scarlet towards the dreams, the veils dancing across and blurring along the edges of the Dreamer's flickering essence.
Takes the Empress' hand, whips of essence, energy, dream connecting and linking with Her flickering power.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "For that which changes and shifts, I call..."
Hoaracle, the Forest Dreamer intones, "For that which grows and connects, I summon..."
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects stretches out a languid hand, coppery essence flickering from Her fingers.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Come forth, Zvoltz. Come forth, brother."
Energy thrums through the chamber pulsing in erratic beats, shuddering away from the form of Mysrai.
Smoke rises from the shining skin of the Empress, whirling and shivering apart, veils and murmurs as Her eyes go impossibly black, the stars within slowing their slow rotation.
Skeins of essence, motes of light ravage through reality - boring into the spaces between real and unreal.
Mysrai, Empress of Bright Aspects intones, "Even as You would deny choice, so do We deny You choice now. Come forth, Brother. Wake from Your dreaming!"
A blaze of energy jumps from between Mysrai and Hoaracle with a roar of static, spriraling upward before streaking away to Avechna's Peak.
Kagato2012-01-16 09:02:41
Junia and I certainly had an enjoyable time interacting with Lord Zvoltz, will put up a chat log a little later with luck.
Turnus2012-01-16 09:06:05
Welcome aboard Zvoltz! Though I'm sure I won't ever interact with him again :D
Unknown2012-01-16 09:18:59
Damn you Glommies and Zvoltz for putting me in the hot seat :(
Unknown2012-01-16 09:45:26
Welcome welcome welcome. :)
Lilia2012-01-16 10:35:05
Liking what I've heard so far. He seems like an interesting addition to the Divine mix!
Iktomi2012-01-16 10:42:52
Damn you Glommies and Zvoltz for putting me in the hot seat :(
That's what you get for making him say you know a lot!
Malarious2012-01-16 13:26:36
^
Jack2012-01-16 21:59:21
"His symbol is a silver disc bisected by a jagged bolt of white energy."
Xenthos2012-01-16 23:03:00
That looks to be black-on-white...
Clearly not a match!
Clearly not a match!
Unknown2012-01-17 01:15:53
Kante2012-01-17 01:28:35
Anyone wanna change this to say Mysrai's Godrealm?
Unknown2012-01-17 02:55:18
Welcome Zvoltz!
Kayaldiyah2012-01-17 17:22:34
Damn you Glommies and Zvoltz for putting me in the hot seat :(
But you did great!! :D
Zvoltz2012-01-20 07:14:57
Hello everyone! Thank you for the warm welcome! :)
Ushaara2012-01-20 16:26:19
Gasp! With that avatar, Shuyin was pretty much right on the money! :o
