Beacons of Hope: Wrath of the Righteous!

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Merlin looks conteplatively at the scimitar as the elven woman speaks. His blue eyes lost in future exploits...


Alexa Dorne wrote:
Alexa arches an eyebrow at Azura. "Perhaps. Of course, the wrong people might get that idea as well."

"Believe me, I know better than to rest my hopes on one festival. But it's still very encouraging to see so many people, with so many skills, so enthusiastic about the task at hand. Common good cause... and everyone here knowing what has come before and ready and willing to put everything on the line for each other and for the rest of the world," says Azura to Alexa. "No matter how beleaguered or jaded someone may appear to be, they're still here because they have, somewhere, that spark of hope." She bumps Luci with a slide of her hip and says to the tiefling, "Right? The notion that we can be better and do better, and we're willing to try, even if it's hard?"


hmmm...weird...nothing to read....


"It's a noble thought." Alexa admits before turning to watch Miles on the dance floor.

He's trying his best to keep up with Ithilwen, but it's clear that even his youthful energy doesn't measure up to her grace. He quickly exhausts himself trying.

Silver Crusade

Overhearing the striking woman Bahram speaks up

"Hope is for the sick and the weak. Hope for salvatioon. Hope for better times. What we have here..."

He encompasses the whole bar, the whole town, wide a wide enclosing gesture

"...is determination. Is belief. I know better time will come. I will make it so! Brother Miles will make it so. Pretty ladies will make it so. Even chicken haired man child will make it so. That is why we are here!"

He punctuates his last point with a fist thump on the bar, knocking off some empty glasses which he catches deftly.

Dark Archive

As her coughing fit subsides Siobhan is once again able to pay attention to the blizzard of conversation around her. She nods, and smiles gratefully, at the man who had guided her to the table before becoming caught up in the discussion of Sarenrae. "The Dawnflower is a mighty goddess." She smiles, shyness forgotten in the excitement of a conversation she can actually take part in. "She's a younger god too. The legends say that she ascended when the Gods imprisoned the Rough Beast, she was an angel before that. "

Siobhan pauses for a moment, clearly struck by a thought. "It's interesting how it's the younger gods who seem to inspire so much action. All these people, all this war is devoted to Iomedae, and there's so many of Sarenrae's faithful. Why is that..." She turns to address the elf who had made such knowledgable pronouncements on the subject. "Do you think that the older gods have a different perspective to the younger ones? That they take a less active stance to the problems of this world? We all know that they act but it seems... rarer for Desna or Shelyn to intervene, whereas Iomedae and Sarenrae take great interest..."

Her attention is drawn to the dance floor where the impromptu performance between the drow and the small boy seems to be coming to an end. Siobhan applauds enthusiastically, with a smile spread across her face. Turning to the others on her table her smile appears, wide and genuine. "I love dancing! Sometimes I dance outside under the stars at night. I feel much closer to Her there..."


This comes right before @Siobhan speaks. I'll catch up to your post very shortly here.

Aberus listened to the exchange between Merlin and Telerin thoughtfully, and then removed the silver ankh from around his neck.

"I think Telerin is right, Merlin. The Dawnflower works her will through this world in ways that are not always clear to us. You are drawn to these symbols of her power, and her love of this world. You have yet to discover why, but you will. Here. Take this." Aberus wrapped the heavy silver chain around the ankh and then set it gently on the table in front of Merlin. "It has been with me since I came into her light many years ago, and it is time that it leads another. May her light illuminate your path."

Item: Silver ankh, Holy Symbol of Sarenrae, on a heavy, silver chain. Let's value it at 2 gp.


Small missteps, a movement out of tempo here and there are the telltale sign Miles is starting to struggle to keep her pace. Ithilwen closes her performance with a flamboyant curtsey, thanking the young boy for the dance.

"Anytime you want, aunt Ithilwen will be pleased to teach you a move or two. You know" she winks. "For the Ladies" she whispers, subtly nodding toward Luciana and Darya, and Azura in particular.

She can't recollect how long it has been since she has let herself go like that. It wasn't since...

...since before.

She banishes the thought as soon as it occurs. Everyone here is running away from something, a memory, a loss. Yet, despite everything, here they are, recounting tales, having a good time. With a seamless motion, she walks towards Alexa and Azura as if her dance never ended, the leather armour wrapping every inch of her body apparently not hindering her in the least, but rather adhering to it like a second skin. It wasn't since she has treaded on the forever sunless streets of Zirnakaynin that she has walked like this.

"Many who were stronger than us have gathered against the demons, only to fall at their hands. But more often than not, their spirits were either already broken or untested. I understand many of us who are here tonight have lost much in their battles already, have suffered, have despaired. And yet, here we are. We drink. We dance. We sing. We endure" she says, punctuating her words by putting her hand on Bahram's shoulder. "Tomorrow is Armasse. Tomorrow, we celebrate. The day after, we fight!"

Dark Archive

@Aberus This post moves on a bit, will go back to respond to you as appropriate.

Siobhan watches Ithilwen with something akin to longing. After a moment she plucks up her courage and approaches the other woman. "Excuse me, I understand if you're too tired but watching you dance like that was... extraordinary. Would you... be willing to dance with me?" She blurts the last part out in a rush. "If it's too much trouble then you don't have to, I don't want to be unhelpful. If you're tired I might be able to help with that..." Her sudden splurge is cut off abruptly as Siobhan flushes, her dark skin taking on a slightly crimson hue. Despite her crippling embarrassment she manages to stay put, waiting for an answer


Miles wearily limps back to his barstool and slumps over the bar, his expression exhausted, red-faced & giddy.

Alexa absentmindedly pats him on the head as she watches Ithilwen walk back over to them. It seems like she's having a bit of trouble keeping her eyes on the girl's face as she slinks over to them.

"...aye. And here's hoping the celebration is long and joyful."


Merlin wrote:
"So you two must not be from here. Where are you from and what are your plans after the festival?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Kenabres is where I come from. Though I've only been here few years, I've never called any other place home." Arthur takes a deep breath, "As to my plans, well, I have studied Demons and various other extra-planar entities very closely for quite a while. This is the best place for me to put that knowledge to work. Similar to Aberus, I am here for the crusaders, though to educate as best I can. Knowing is half the battle, after all."

An Elven woman approaches as Arthur finishes speaking and addresses Merlin. She explains many things about Serenrae and inquires about the boy's Elven heritage. Arthur's eyebrows raise at the mention of "human and other being's gatherings" being "so very loud and boisterous."

She is an elf, however. Who knows how many of my lifetimes she has lived. I should not judge her too harshly, and I can understand her affinity for books.

Arthur's thoughts are interrupted by the Half-Drow speaking up. He listens thoughtfully as she brings up interesting points regarding the gods.

"I am no cleric, but in my experience as a follower of Irori, the younger gods seem to want to fix things and change things. Case in point: Iomedae. She has only recently - as far as gods are concerned - reached divinity. She still sees the world from a very short-term mindset. In contrast, older gods such as Irori have seen empires come and go. They understand that there is a much, much larger picture to keep in mind."


Siobhan Sable wrote:
@Aberus This post moves on a bit, will go back to respond to you as appropriate.

@Siobhan got it. Catching up to you now, right before this action

Aberus turned to Siobhan. "Well said, my lady."

He considered what she said. From his limited view, it did seem that the younger Gods, or at least that ones who had humanity's best interest at heart, took a more active role in guiding humanity. But was it youth, or was it their portfolio? He didn't know.

"As to your question, however, I confess that I do not know. I have not spent enough time in study of the Gods to answer. Though, among the crusading faiths, it does seem true that the 'younger' ones tend to act more directly."

Music and dancing had begun elsewhere in the room, followed quickly by a light show courtesy of what appeared to be an arcane spell. He turned his head to watch, and fell silent.


I jinxed myself. As soon as i posted that work gets crazy...lol. I will respond once home...nice post Aberus. Thx!Also that is a perfect way for him to have the silver holy symbol from campaign trait.


"You sure have enthusiasm, Bahram!" says Azura. "I hope everyone remembers this celebration... when hard days come ahead, we need to remember that the struggle against the wicked is so that days like this will come again. So that we can ensure that there will be tomorrows worth living in."


Merlin Brokencrown wrote:
I jinxed myself. As soon as i posted that work gets crazy...lol. I will respond once home...nice post Aberus. Thx!Also that is a perfect way for him to have the silver holy symbol from campaign trait.

that's why I gave my character a reason to leave. He'll return, to the dismay of everyone.


And you have the elves, who worship some of the oldest of the gods, the Great Dreamer, the Savored Sting, and our own racial gods, Yuelral, the goddess of Magic, she says/ Perhaps all of the gods of good and twilight though, have a stake in seeing the demonic plague returned to the Abyss whence it came. The elves have done what they have been able to do to stave the onslaught in Kyonin but elves, well, we elves, as a long lived race do not procreate as quickly as some of the younger races.


@ the Bard Well stated. What are years when one is as long lived as the elves or even the gods themselves. My people have seen the rise and fall of Empires, the rise and fall of the gods, and here we remain. I myself am a century and a quarter in age, but am young by the standards of my people. Tell me, how many human generations is that? But one gift of humans that we elves often lack, the gift of making decisions, though often it is their search for power which corrupts them to the ways of wicknedness.


Aberus Ocellio wrote:

This comes right before @Siobhan speaks. I'll catch up to your post very shortly here.

Aberus listened to the exchange between Merlin and Telerin thoughtfully, and then removed the silver ankh from around his neck.

"I think Telerin is right, Merlin. The Dawnflower works her will through this world in ways that are not always clear to us. You are drawn to these symbols of her power, and her love of this world. You have yet to discover why, but you will. Here. Take this." Aberus wrapped the heavy silver chain around the ankh and then set it gently on the table in front of Merlin. "It has been with me since I came into her light many years ago, and it is time that it leads another. May her light illuminate your path."

Item: Silver ankh, Holy Symbol of Sarenrae, on a heavy, silver chain. Let's value it at 2 gp.

Merlin's jaw drops in heartbeat. He looks eagerly, yet with a certain shyness at the gift. Moisture returning to his eyes, he bashfully wipes them before looking at Aberus.

I...err...i...uh...why...Aberus? I am just a confused orphaned boy with a strange fascination...no, a need, but...wow!

He stands. Straightening his scimitar proudly, Merlin bows low to the cleric.

Thank you. I accept this gift with great responsibility.

He looks thoughtful as he sits down, placing a shaky hand on the ankh.

I need to be taught..., he whispers.


Arthur Murkwood wrote:
Merlin wrote:
"So you two must not be from here. Where are you from and what are your plans after the festival?"
"As far as I'm concerned, Kenabres is where I come from. Though I've only been here few years, I've never called any other place home." Arthur takes a deep breath, "As to my plans, well, I have studied Demons and various other extra-planar entities very closely for quite a while. This is the best place for me to put that knowledge to work. Similar to Aberus, I am here for the crusaders, though to educate as best I can. Knowing is half the battle, after all."

A fan of the classics, I see. lol

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Arthur's thoughts are interrupted by the Half-Drow speaking up. He listens thoughtfully as she brings up interesting points regarding the gods.

"I am no cleric, but in my experience as a follower of Irori, the younger gods seem to want to fix things and change things. Case in point: Iomedae. She has only recently - as far as gods are concerned - reached divinity. She still sees the world from a very short-term mindset. In contrast, older gods such as Irori have seen empires come and go. They understand that there is a much, much larger picture to keep in mind."

At this, Uriel's ears perk up. Now, I do hope you'll forgive my interjection, good sir, but is Irori not himself one of the younger gods? As an ascended mortal, surely he is but a child compared to Erastil, Desna, Pharasma, and so on. Even Sarenrae, if she was indeed elevated after the imprisonment of the Rough Beast, must have been a God for centuries if not millenia before Irori was even born. That said, I must agree with your overall point; my own patron, the General of Vengeance Ragathiel was once a mortal, before he was elevated to the ranks of the Empyreal Lords, but I see several of his followers here tonight, ready to wreak his terrible vengeance on the fell hordes of the Abyss.


The Son of Dispater and the elemental, Feronia, is indeed a powerful member of the Empyeral Lords, whose followers have done much to aid the cause of justice and defense against the Hordes of the Abyss. she says May his eyes fall upon you and his wings ever shield you. she says to the paladin.


Arthur turns to the Paladin as he approaches. "What you say is true. Religion is not my field of expertise, so please excuse my inaccuracies. I suppose it is a difference in ideals that divides the gods, and consequently mortals. I hesitate to declare any view as the only correct option, but I doubt that surprises anyone coming from a follower of Irori."

Arthur's smile is replaced by a furrowed brow as he looks to the Aasimar, then to Aberus. Addressing them both, he speaks, "I know Irori ascended after achieving total perfection. It is written in the Azvadeva Pujila. I know little about Serenrae, however. What can you tell me of this 'Rough Beast' business?"


It is said that the Rough Beast desires the destruction of all that is. All of the gods banded together to defeat him, even the Lord of the Nine and the Dawnflower, worked together that all might live. she says,


Arloric Dziergas-Highbough wrote:
"Though I must admit I know Luciana only by fame. I understand there used to be a common prank played on the freshest recruit, persuading them it would be a good idea to volunteer for a sparring session against a five and a half foot, stunning paladin in training. Poor sods walk with the widest smiles on their faces towards the beating of their lives. I understand it's some sort of initiation ritual."

"Heh, I'm surprised that story's still making the rounds in Nerosyan - seems to get more outlandish each time I hear it. Next version's probably going to be a pair of eight-foot half-orcs getting conned into the fight and me trouncing them with their own weapons."

She couldn't help by smile at Azura's remarks. Sadly; Luci had something of a more realistic outlook on the world. She agreed with the sentiment, but had no illusions that her alone would make any major change. She could inspire people, sure, but she wasn't expecting to become any great hero - if she could help keep Kenabres safe, that was enough for her.


Alexa finally cracks a smile. "I could see about spreading that version around, if you'd like."


"Well maybe you'll do that next year," quips Azura to Luciana. She runs her hand over Luci's hair and then settles it back on her shoulder. "There are always new recruits to train."


@Telerin and @Arthur. Having trouble keeping up today.

Aberus nodded as Telerin spoke, and turned to his friend to add, "The battle with Rovagug occurred during the Age of Creation. It is not known how long ago that truly was, for that is the name given to the time from the creation of the world until the emergence of the mortal races."


"Hey, it'd be awesome if I could pull that off but disarming someone's always harder than the plays make it look," she explained, leaning into Azura a bit more as she played with Luci's hair.

"As for new recruits, that might be a while - there's no Lymnierisan order here in town and I'm no priest to get one started. Would certainly like to get one started, just not sure how. Plus there's finding the right part of town where people won't complain - way too many people latch onto that whole 'prostitutes' side of his domain and forget the rest."


Azura goes back to brushing Luci's hair and adds, "Well, if there's any successes in this crusade, people will be flocking to your banner to follow your example. Maybe we could encourage the creation of a shrine devoted to several of the empyreal lords? I've seen a few knights of Ragathiel here too. And people tend to have the wrong idea about Arshea, as well. Certainly we could demonstrate that we're all here for good purposes."


Chiming in since the original quoted text was mine ;)

Luciana Moretti wrote:
"Heh, I'm surprised that story's still making the rounds in Nerosyan - seems to get more outlandish each time I hear it. Next version's probably going to be a pair of eight-foot half-orcs getting conned into the fight and me trouncing them with their own weapons."
Alexa wrote:
Alexa finally cracks a smile. "I could see about spreading that version around, if you'd like."

"I think that was last year's version. Current one is about ogres being beaten half to death with their own arms, if I recall correctly" jokes Ithilwen.

Siobhan wrote:
Siobhan watches Ithilwen with something akin to longing. After a moment she plucks up her courage and approaches the other woman. "Excuse me, I understand if you're too tired but watching you dance like that was... extraordinary. Would you... be willing to dance with me?" She blurts the last part out in a rush. "If it's too much trouble then you don't have to, I don't want to be unhelpful. If you're tired I might be able to help with that..." Her sudden splurge is cut off abruptly as Siobhan flushes, her dark skin taking on a slightly crimson hue. Despite her crippling embarrassment she manages to stay put, waiting for an answer

"Don't blush" Ithilwen replies with a half-amused, half-enticing smile on her purple lips. "There's nothing shameful in what you ask."

Another half-human she thinks, the irony of qualifying someone as such in a room mostly full of humans (though admittedly many an ancestor of theirs must have had some particular fondness for the Outer Planes – Lower or Upper as the case may be) apparently lost on her. I think I must have seen her around. She never managed to summon the courage to ask what her story was, though. Every time she has to lie about herself being a former slave she feels a pang of guilt and remorse, as the memories of how she would treat her own slaves forcefully resurface. Meeting a genuine one would probably shatter her.

So, she chooses to perpetrate her blissful ignorance, at least for the time being. This is a night of celebration.

So let's celebrate she thinks, the beverages in her blood loosening her well-crafted inhibitions. Unlike with Miles, she doesn't have to hold back. She starts moving languidly, as she's seen some Desnan do when honouring their goddess, weaving mysterious patterns with their limbs under the pale starlight.

Perform (dance): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17


"That's a good idea, actually. Got something similar in mind myself for Lymnieris, but it's kinda... it's still in the formulative stages and is gonna need a fair bit of capital to set up, if only for the real estate. Not comfortable talking about it just yet, although I think you'd like some of it." Her tail idly brushed against Azura's leg as she talked.


Alexa's face turns slightly red and she looks over at Miles.

Unsurprisingly, the boy is listening very intently to Luci & Azura.

"Excuse me... miss? Whatcha talkin' about, now?"

Alexa turns even redder, but she doesn't make a move to cover Miles' ears.


"Speaking of... what can we do to insure more success in this endeavor? I'm here to help with mending and supporting and healing. Are there any lessons we can take from history?" asks Azura. Her eyes sparkle with interest in the lore of the past. "I mean, surely this kind of operation is going to wind up a little more complicated than smash bad guys." That last phrase winds up comically pitched down into a growly voice, the approximation of some warrior-brute who has a simple approach to battle.

When Miles pipes up, she says, "Oh, just talking a bit about the empyreals. They're... kind of divine beings, but unlike gods they tend to have a much more specific kind of focus. Many of the people here today are adherents of the various empyreal philosophies. It can get kind of complicated; there's a lot of them and some of them are, um, involved in pretty obscure or obtuse stuff." She gives the young lad a smile to accompany her rather surface explanation.


Merlin's face turns to each speaker as the confusing conversation collects his full--although paralyzed--attention.
He opens his mouth a few times, but closes it just as quickly.
His hand absently squeezes the ankh, causing his pale skin to slightly redden.

I shall learn. I shall learn. I shall learn.


Azura Celestine wrote:
"Speaking of... what can we do to insure more success in this endeavor? I'm here to help with mending and supporting and healing. Are there any lessons we can take from history?" asks Azura. Her eyes sparkle with interest in the lore of the past. "I mean, surely this kind of operation is going to wind up a little more complicated than smash bad guys." That last phrase winds up comically pitched down into a growly voice, the approximation of some warrior-brute who has a simple approach to battle.

I look up from my map, the areas I have explored and the areas I have avoided are all drawn on there.

I agree that a simple attack will not work, they out number us by great amounts and are basically limitless. We need the Aid of others from the bordering countries. We need to get the Mammoth Lords on our side, and the Great dead Arch Druids to help. We need Queen Galfrey and her mighty army. We need ALL the Gods and Empyreals on our side to close this.


Alexa audibly sighs in relief. Miles doesn't pay her any attention.

"Em-peer-ree-alls?" The boy scratches his head. "I didn't even know they existed. So, what do they do? Mom always said Shelyn provides for everyone. Does She provide for them too?"


"I don't know what the specifics are, I'm still not sure if I'm going to get involved directly myself yet if I'm honest. Thinking I might sign on with the Watch or the like, help keep Kenabres safe rather than go on the offensive."


I do not believe that many understand the true immensity of what takes place with demons. We are in battle not just for our world, our lives but also our very souls. There are demons known to be able to take over not just the minds of people, but their very bodies and force them to do horrible things. If memory serves me correct, one of these invidiaks was able to take over the body of a blue dragon and in doing so forced the dragon into addiction of a foul sort. Demons by themselves can be impressive, demon possessed dragons on the other hand. I am glad that we have our own draconic allies, the Silver guardian of Kenebres is well known for her protection. Even the Queen of Thorns in Kyolin has been known to destroy demons if they dare approach her stronghold.


To Miles, Azura says, "The empyreals are... think of them as like, between a heroic paladin, and a god. So Shelyn is really busy dealing with all kinds of things. And a crusading paladin is a force for good, but really can only be in one place at a time, and still has her limits. An empyreal is able to deal with things that are bigger than the stuff that a lone priest or paladin might handle, but can give it a personal touch that the gods often can't. Shelyn watches out for many of them, sure."

To Luciana she says, "I was planning on being around for a while, it will be great to see you again!"


Cyril Hastings Alderford wrote:

Cyril uncomfortably shifts in his seat, as if every patron in the bar were after his little concoctions that he carried around with him.

"I'm Cyril Hastings Alderford,but for your convenience you may refer to me as Cyril."

He offers her some of the food he has ordered.

"Tell me, where do you stand on the issue of having hooves like our friend here." he motions to Adriala. "I believe they would be convenient and possibly superior. To be perfectly frank I wouldn't mind the horns either."

A pleasure to meet you Cyril. I haven’t thought about hooves but I can see where they would be useful. Losvarlinth looks at Adriala’s horns The horns are beautiful.

Cyril Hastings Alderford wrote:

It must be nice to have old companions to reminisce with."

Cyril has been watching from a distance, seeing the mix of humans, elves, aasimar, and tieflings mingle together. Watching them smile and laugh together, it soured his mood.

Unreasonable, that's what he was at the moment, but he couldn't help this bit of immaturity. Those who had so much, and himself who had so little. What did he want? To join them? Or to line their robes with itching powder?

His interest perked at the mention of the re-enactments. It might be amusing to see the glorified renditions of an otherwise decent history. Something wholesome for the masses that wouldn't sully their appetites for war.

"I guess there's more to do at a festival than sit and drink."

Losvarlinth follows Cyril’s gaze Yes, it must be nice

Adriala Nightmoon wrote:

Adriala smiles devilishly and turns to Losvarlinth.

I may not Follow the gods, but it is clear enough to everyone that you do. It is an art to use magic, weather divine or arcane. you, who are so close to the divine, should be grateful for your god. I am grateful for my patron, and it has guided me here to you. something wants us here, God or not. we seem to belong.

Losvarlinth looks at Adriala thoughtfully You may be right about that.

Is that why the Oracle had me wait three days?

Cyril Hastings Alderford wrote:

"There it is, coddled again! Let the boy speak for himself!"

Cyril stands up and approaches them, his thin crooked form unnerving when matched with the gait of his steps.

"So what does the young man have to say?"

Losvarlinth startled by Cyril’s outburst, watches him move away

Adriala Darkmoon wrote:

oh, it seems Cyril is getting himself into some trouble...
Adriala eyes the half-orc and frowns

Still watching Cyril, Should we try to keep our friend out of trouble?

Adriala Darkmoon wrote:

Adriala sighed in relief when the situation calmed.excuse me, I must take my leave she says to her half-drow acquaintance.

she then stands and slips over by Cyril where she looks down at the maps everyone seems to be interested in...

Losvarlinth stands, Actually, I’m interested in what has Cyril so antimated and follows Adriala


Azura Celestine wrote:
Completely comfortable with Luci's affectionate gesture, Azura looks to each of the tiefling's friends by turn. "Baleon... Kelly... Darya. Alexa. Funny! Our names are so close. And hello to you too, Miles," she says with her constant smile. "This is amazing. The amount of skill and talent in this room alone is enough to make one think that the future of Golarion is safe just with the occupants of a tavern." She drapes one of her arms on Luci's shoulder as she remains standing next to her, and continues, "Darya, you're also a holy warrior, are you not? Another one sworn to one of the empyreal lords?"

"Yes, Ragathiel. Though I reserve my fury for the battlefield.Some people assume we're all psychotic rage monsters." Darya replies with a chuckle. "I definitely understand having to prove yourself and in some ways justify who you've chosen to follow." she says as she idly sips her drink, enjoying watching the interplay between the two.


Alexa Dorne wrote:
Arloric wrote:
"Do I have any knowledge of Sarkoris?! I am one of the last Sarkorian druids, a keeper of the old ways and a voice to gods and spirits alike! Yes, I have the knowledge you seek!"

Alexa glances over at the map Arloric is engrossed in. "What's that, now?"

At least it doesn't look demonic.

"It's a map of Lost Sarkoris. The birthplace of the Green Faith, the land of a thousand gods. Once Aroden himself walked its green fields and felled demons. Then the demons returned and made it into the Worldwound. The crusaders are here to prevent the demons from spreading further. Folk like me, Crocris, this lady? We're here because this was our home. The demons took it from us, tried to corrupt and destroy us, but that we're here now is proof they haven't won yet. Sarkoris lives, and it lives in us."


Iomenna finally raises her eyes from the bar, having spent the last several minutes focused solely on moving Haloes from plate to mouth and only stopping to wash a few down with a gulp of mead. So ladylike!

She sees that Darya is in the midst of a religious discussion, which could always be a worthwhile pursuit, especially amongst so many who shared a devoutness such as Iomenna had been raised with. Having a pair of paladins for a mother and father definitely brings you right into the fold, I suppose...

She also notices all of the new arrivals - drow, aasimar, elf... the list went on. She sat with her thoughts for a moment, praying silently to Iomedae and thanking her for uniting so many disparate people under such a worthy cause. She pauses in her reverie, however, when she notices one of the drow in particular has a very familiar face.

Cousin Losvarlinth! Iomenna stands to her feet, beaming with excitement. With a few strides, the woman has made her way through the press of people near the bar and wrapped her dear cousin in a warm embrace. It's been so long! I haven't see you in years! I didn't know you would be in the city or I would have told mum and dad to come down to the tavern too.


Listening to Aberus and Telerin, Arthur nudges Merlin, giving him a reassuring smile.

"See? There's always more to learn, especially in a place like this."


Sario Ulum wrote:

I switch do Druidic looking at Arloric

My parents were druids from the northern circle, they taught me the ways of nature and how to track and survive. They even told me that I have the traits of one of the Arch Druids of their circle.

I look over to Alexa

we were just discussing my map, it shows old Sarkoris before the world became wounded. I am looking for my way back to my old home, I owe it to my parents to see it either burned or reclaimed.

Arloric smiles.

"Bheadh sé cosúil go roinnimid comhchuspóir, mar sin! Mo uncail mhúin freisin dom cad is beag a fhios aige ar an Ciorcal na rúin Hierophants ', scraps ón Leabharlann Maireachtáil féin! Agus mhian mé ró chun ár homeland saortha ó cad atá conquered sé, íonaithe de cad atá truaillithe é!"

Druidic:
"It would seem that we share a common purpose, then! My uncle too taught me what little he knows of the Circle of Hierophants' secrets, scraps from the Living Library itself! And I too desire to see our homeland freed from what's conquered it, purified of what's corrupted it!"

When Sario explains her situation to Alexa, his smile breaks into a grin.

"I don't suppose you're taking volunteers for such an undertaking, are you? But where are my manners? I am Arloric, of the house of Dziergas of the Clan Highbough. What is your clan, lass?"


At this time Cyril re-enters the Defender's Heart with his robes torn, spectacles cracked, and overall flustered. He snatches his belongings from the doorman and makes his way back to the bar counter.

To no-one and anyone in particular.
"If you're worried about a sudden attack, you can stop fretting. My disheveled state is merely the byproduct of some incessant, persistent, incredibly-dense young man convinced that I was some demon in part of his reenactment. I mean look at me!"

Cyril flourishes his arms into the air. His robes were looming and perhaps a size too large on his bony body. His stringy hair reached to his shoulders, unkempt and wild. His nose was rather beak like in how is craned out from his face.

"Do I really look like some sort of foul creature?"


The elven lady smiles at Arthur Murkwood's statement. Knowledge and learning are treasures and one thing which evil and sometimes good tries to destroy. But that is a discussion for another day. Tell me, why is there a celebration for a friend onion? she says rubbing the ring on her finger.


I never really thought of Volunteers to follow me, I am not really a leader. I am just trying to find my way home. I am of the Clan Taliesin. From Northern Sarkoris.

I point on the map near what is Green Grave keep.

My parents always told me that we had an odd connection to the Green.


Iomenna bet-Melkiel wrote:
Cousin Losvarlinth! Iomenna stands to her feet, beaming with excitement. With a few strides, the woman has made her way through the press of people near the bar and wrapped her dear cousin in a warm embrace. It's been so long! I haven't see you in years! I didn't know you would be in the city or I would have told mum and dad to come down to the tavern too.

Losvarlinth holds Iomenna tightly I never thought I’d see you again. then surprised your mum and dad? That’s wonderful. I'd love to see then again. Its been so long.


Losvarlinth looks at Iommena You’ve grown. It’s been what… 8 years? Where’s Harsiel? I would have thought he would have followed you here. I can’t wait to see him. He’s 13 now or close to it. How is he?

Losvarlinth doesn’t know about Harsiel. She is excited and very happy right now.


Darya Flamekissed wrote:
"Yes, Ragathiel. Though I reserve my fury for the battlefield. Some people assume we're all psychotic rage monsters." Darya replies with a chuckle. "I definitely understand having to prove yourself and in some ways justify who you've chosen to follow." she says as she idly sips her drink, enjoying watching the interplay between the two.

"I get the impression that people think of the empyreals as being very focused on... one specific aspect. They forget that we are still just people, and we can have many interests and facets to our personality beyond just that one thing," says Azura. "Luci is more than just a woman in transition, you're more than just an avenger, I'm more than just a courtesan."

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