Of Brother Crow and Crutches

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "So thoughtful, little one."

You blink.
honours faelorna
Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira (Female Krokani).
She is 112 years old, having been born on the 25th of Urlachmar, 462 years after
the Coming of Estarra.
She is ranked 261st in Lusternia.
She is an extremely credible character.
She holds the position of one of the Herald of Strife in the Swarm.
She is a Roamer of the Basin in the Fellowship of Explorers.
She is a graduate of the Shadowmaze (honours).
She is a member of the clan called 'The Shadow Kindred.'
She is a member of the clan called 'Trasto.'
She is a member of the clan called 'The Royal Court of Shee-Slaugh.'
She is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
Her warcry: 'Nothing Matters But Glomdoring!'
She is accounted Intellectual among scholars.
She is considered to be approximately 110% of your might.
She is a third generation member of the Great House of Shee-Slaugh.
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The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "You should be careful who you give
gifts to, they might become accustomed to it."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Ah? I hope you enjoy it, Miss
Inseira. And that you get lots of gifts in general."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "I do, miss L'Eternae! Fewer than I
desire, but more than I expect."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "What might you be attending to
this early morning, Miss Inseira, when not being pelted with gifts?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Forging! Making delightful
implements with which to impact upon my foes the weight of their consequences."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "... I see you are a wordsmith as
well."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "I feel poetic about violence,
sometimes. I blame Brother Crow, and His Blood Thirst."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Ah?" Troubled, her voice lowers,
"Dare I ask what other terrible things His Blood Thirst evokes?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Why, an even temper, and patience
of course."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "After all, the carrion tastes all
the better when it's had the chance to learn fear."

You shudder violently as a chill ripples down your spine.

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "I would not know."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Mm, you're missing out."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "I think I'm alright with missing
out on some aspects of violence."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Oh, yes. But carrion doesn't
require you to land the blow. Merely to put a dead body to good use. It's a 
natural thing, really. Things die, and they are consumed, and through their 
consumption, the next thing grows strong, until it too dies. And then they are 
consumed."

You no longer have the Sphere of Volcano surrounding you.

Xiran tilts her head.

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "I see nothing wrong with the
Natural cycle wherein the passing of one feeds the life of another. I only 
protest wanton killing that would provide more carrion than could be absorbed."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Well, that's alright then."

You no longer have the Sphere of Skull surrounding you.

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "The Swarm can devour immense
quantities of carrion!"

You shudder violently as a chill ripples down your spine.

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "And what does such indulgence
grant the Swarm?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Well, there are whole lessons
there I could teach on the ethos of the Swarm. But, we consume, and through 
consumption we grow strong. Because we are strong, we expand, and in our 
expansion, we herald the Wyrd. And through this the Wyrd gains its rightful 
control of the world. Consume, Expand, Control."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "That is a vastly simplified view
of our teachings. But it suffices."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Hm. How does undeath fit into the
goals of the Swarm then?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "I'm confused, how does undeath
become relevant to this conversation?"

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Only by personal curiosity. How do
you view that which has removed itself from the cycle? Or is the Swarm able to 
consume such flesh regardless?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "It will be consumed when death
catches up with it. It is my belief that we should expediate that process."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "I have heard that undead linger in
the woods of the Glomdoring though? Was this a falsehood?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "The Skeleton court don't exactly
have carrion to be consumed."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Sorry, did you say the Skeleton
Court?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "And, if you wish to ask questions
of the undead, I feel you have worse problems than I there."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Where do _you_ stand on those who
reject the rightful cycle of nature?"
You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "It is my duty to offer them rite
of passage through moonfire. Although I would rather wait until they accept it 
willingly in mind and spirit. Else it means little to grant them a return to the 
cycle of Nature when they will turn away immediately."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Mmm, you did say you find conflict
distasteful. And it does make a convenient excuse for you, I suppose."

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land
in utter darkness.
It is now the 11th of Urlachmar, 575 years after the Coming of Estarra.

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "I take no issue with conflict.
Only action which is beyond punitive."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Undeath is a crutch. I am not
inclined to take it away while they still lean on it. But they will recognise 
what must be discarded, someday."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Hah, well, if that is what makes
your life easier."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Everyone does need their
crutches."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "Hrm. Everyone?"

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Sweeping generalisation. Must be
one of mine."

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "It does seem to be a downfall of
many a lecturer."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "It's only a downfall if you pull
it out from under me, little one."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Would you be so cruel?"

You tell Herald of Strife, Faelorna Inseira, "For a brief cruelty, perhaps. That
is what mischief is, after all."

The soft voice of Faelorna tickles your ear, "Brother Crow approves."

You have emoted: Xiran wrinkles her nose.