The Order of the Sphere and Scythe watched as everyone entered the Elanthian Conclave, Knowledge room and prepared for their beginning story as well as a discussion towards the end on Niima at 9 pm elven
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[Elanthian Conclave, Knowledge]
The high-reaching southern archway opens out into an arena where deep steps have been cut into the solid rock to form a half-circle of tiered bench seats leading down to a small area of sandy floor at the bottom. A carved stone lectern stands alone, almost dwarfed by the scale of its surroundings yet prominent enough to be visible from all seated positions. You also see a raffle counter with some stuff on it and a raffle table with some stuff on it.
You recite softly:
"Thanks everyone for coming out tonight"
You recite softly:
"Many months ago, during Frontier Days 5116, I was traveling with a troupe of Gypsies. A soldier of Chaston's Blameless known as Disean sought us out at the tent that we had set up for an event to provide spiritual readings for the locals."
You recite softly:
"I offered to provide him a reading with the Tarot. I cut my Tarot deck several times, before laying out the first card, which showed five gems, and explained to him this card represented loss, unemployment, money problems, and destitution."
You recite softly:
"I explained to him that the tarot revealed loss and destitution. He and his blameless would not succeed."
Dirvy tilts her head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
You recite softly:
"It was then that he explained he did not come for a reading, but to deliver one for me."
You softly say, "I was shocked by this notion."
Linaine raises an eyebrow.
You recite softly:
"His message was this: "Dark magic will be driven into extinction, and your demonic sight of the future, squashed. Continuing, he stated that "Your dark magic will not survive long in the new dawn."
You recite softly:
"After our event was over we packed up the tent and our other belongings. It was soon after that I and other Jastev followers began to see an old grey-haired man out of the corner of our eye."
Nazarr turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
You recite softly:
"I turned to the old grey man and asked, "Can I help you?". The old grey man wandered off, beckoning me to follow. I asked, "Where do I need to go?"
You recite softly:
"The old grey man appeared to me again and faintly whispered, "Call the children of tomorrow." He then repeated "Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight."
You recite softly:
"I responded to the old grey man, "I am of the sight. Can I help you? The children of the sight are assembled. Bring forth your business. Our numbers are small, but our faith is strong. We will answer your call."
You recite softly:
"The old grey man appeared out of the corner of my eye once more and whispered "Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight, and those of Jastev."
Dirvy ponders.
You softly say, "I will be passing around a figurine that was made for me to represent what i saw."
You recite softly:
"I responded to the old grey man, "I am of Jastev. I am of Jastev and the two of sight are here." He never responded, but made his way towards Lake Eonak, where I and others followed."
You softly say, "Everyone pay attention to the detailof the figurine."
You recite softly:
"Once at the lake, the old grey man whispered to me, "Make your sacrifice here, leave your gift. See what must be seen."
Mikalmas says, "Be sure to take a good LOOK at it."
You recite softly:
"So, I gathered my Tarot and offered them as my gift, my sacrifice. A brief gust of wind stirred about me, tugging at one of the cards in the middle of my deck. I released my hold on the cards, and one flipped through the air, fluttering on the wind like a feather before landing face up on the surface of the water. The image was that of two golden suns."
You softly say, "The wind startled me."
You recite softly:
"The lake claimed this card, making a shimmer of grey light ripple across the surface of the water. Moonlight bent along the surface of the lake, and lines of silvery light stretched from shore to shore. Soon the lines began to curve, bending towards me as I stood at the edge of the expansive lake."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
You recite softly:
"Those of us gathered felt a faint humming pluck at the back of our minds, but the sensation was elusive and quickly passed."
You recite softly:
"Channeling my gift of sight, Lord Jastev showed those gathered with me visions of the events that were taking place in Talador."
You recite softly:
"The surface of the lake began to shift and churn, deepening to a solid silver light, no longer reflecting the sky and stars above, but appearing more like a stretch of captured moonlight."
You recite softly:
"Within the lake, the images churned and reformed. The icy peaks of mountains were still in view, but so were the wide, tall, fortified stone walls of a huge city. Stretching up above the walls was a large stone keep, and countless silver banners whose blue phoenix emblem flapped in the wind."
You recite softly:
"Within the lake, a blink of pale green light appeared in the distance. Soon after, a small flame appeared. Then another, then countless more. Like a roving sea of fireflies, the host of torches moved out of the dark of the wilderness, and towards the massive gates of the huge fortified city."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake, an army of white-armored crusaders appeared, the light of their torches cast an eerie, orange glow across their stone faces, shadows filling the creases of the crown-shaped scars along their bald scalps. They were countless, and before them walked another figure garbed in white, the collective torch light pale in comparison to the inferno of his golden eyes."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the sea of crusaders approached the gates, where Hendoran soldiers lined the ramparts like a polished wall of steel. A voice, gruff and commanding, shouted down at the golden-eyed man and his army of Blameless."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake, the golden-eyed man spoke. His voice was loud. His words echoed all around me, as if he stood before me. "Open the gates, allow Koar's work to be done."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake there was a loud cranking sound, and the wide gates of the city of Lolle began to open."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man marched through the opened gates of Lolle, his army of Blameless flowing in behind him. As they entered into the streets, many in the back ranks of the Blameless stopped, slowly turning to withdraw crossbows from their flowing white cloaks. The Hendoran soldiers stood upon the ramparts, many unmoving, backs turned to the Blameless, their eyes still drawn to the outside of the city."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the echo of the crossbows was resounding. A line of bolts arced up towards the walls, where the soldiers' backs were still turned. Many cried out in surprise, as dozens fell out of sight, some tumbling over the walls, others gasping as the bolts dug into their backs or sides. Chaston paused for a moment, looking back at the gates they passed through, nodding as blood began to drip from the ramparts."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the streets of Lolle opened wide, many homes shuttered their windows. The golden-eyed man and his army continued their march, slowly approaching a hill where a huge stone keep stood as a looming sentinel over the city. At the base of the hill, a small army of Hendoran soldiers had already formed, weapons drawn, shouting at the crusaders as they approach."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake, flecks of light began to appear along the narrow and winding streets and alleys of homes and buildings. Suddenly, in between the Blameless and the Hendorans, crowds of townspeople bean to pour out into the streets, weapons and torches in hand."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the light of the townspeople's torches came into view, as nearly a hundred flooded into the streets. The glow of the torches finally illuminated the townspeople... and the light caught along the surface of their gold and white medallions and prayerbeads."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the cries of battle echoed out, as if all around me. The Hendoran soldiers paused briefly, and it cost them. The townspeople fell on them like vultures, clawing, fighting, slashing, stabbing, stomping, burning every soldier in there way. Having no other course of action, the Hendorans struck back, doing their best to defend and fight. Many of the townspeople fell quickly, no different than grain to a farmer's scythe."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the streets ran wet and red. Townspeople piled up, as did Hendorans, a sea of groaning, bloodied bodies. Soon the golden-eyed man moved forward again, he and his Blameless stepping over the sobbing, wounded bodies of both commoners and soldiers alike. Chaston made his way to the keep on the hill."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the images shifted and churned, slowly changing."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake a grand hall appeared. Its ceiling was expansive, decorated with huge banners, tapestries, and stone-framed windows. Columns of stone served as rows and rows of support for the huge chamber, their surfaces chiseled with patterns and other images."
Mikalmas asks, "Has everyone seen the statue?"
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the rest of the chamber came into view. Dozens of Hendoran soldiers stood before an old, stone throne, where a man of declining years sat, a parchment in his hand. There was little color left in his short, white beard. The light of the room's torches enhanced the color of the gold coronet on his head. His pale blue eyes looked up, as the doors of his throne room flew open. He let out an audible sigh."
Clunk turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Nazarr says, "I'd like to."
Mikalmas says, "Nazarr would like to see."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the cacophony of battle echoed out once more. The throne room was a blur, a flurry of white, blue, and blood."
You recite softly:
"From within the water of the lake the sound of painful groans hung in the air. The carved stone columns were painted red with the blood of the soldiers, and behind them, dozens of Blameless rose back up to their feet, wounds healing as they pressed on. The Earl lay near his throne, hands almost as bloody as his blade. His blue and silver tabard was soaked with blood, his gold coronet fallen on the ground beside him. He coughed - blood, spit, and curses."
Mikalmas says, "By this point the blameless had been infused with everblood."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man stepped towards the throne, slowly kneeling beside the broken Earl. He placed a hand on his cheek, grinning wide, his golden eyes gleaming. With his other hand, he grabbed the coronet on the ground, then tossed it against a stone column, where it clanked and bounced away. The golden-eyed man climbed up onto the throne, as white-armored crusaders moved in around the injured Earl, jerking him up to his feet."
You agree with Mikalmas.
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake a flash of green light appeared to swirl into existence within the throne room. Three white-armored crusaders approached it, dragging the bloodied Earl with them. They disappeared into the portal, as the golden-eyed man nodded approvingly from the seat of the Northern Sentinel."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake churned one last time, and then returned to normal, reflecting the sky and the stars above."
You recite softly:
"These were the visions shown to us by Lord Jastev, revealed through the use of my divine gift. These visions revealed the chaos caused by Chaston in Talador."
You recite softly:
"Shortly after this revelation, while the seers were gripped in their visions, I began to realize that my gift was much more than just entertainment for the locals."
Haedahl looks thoughtfully at you.
Linaine nods slowly to you.
You recite softly:
"So Mikalmas, a Priest of Gosaena, and I, a loyal follower of Jastev, answered the call of Jastev."
Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You recite softly:
"So Mikalmas and myself gathered the children of tomorrow, true seers and believers. We formed the Order of Sphere and Scythe, vowing to protect those with the gift of sight. We pledged to share this gift with others, so that they too may see what the Arkati allows us to see."
You bow.
You recite softly:
"Thanks everyone"
*Shortly after the telling I remained to answer and lingering questions*
You recite softly:
"Now I willopen up for questions and discussions"
Speaking softly to you, Mandral says, "As I've stated more than once this week, your Order is much appreciated at this Conclave."
Speaking softly to you, Linaine says, "Thank you very much for sharing that , Rovigen."
You softly say, "Glad to have such a respectful audience."
Mikalmas says, "Shortly after we started the Sphere and Scythe, Dirvy joined our ranks."
Mikalmas says, "She is our Elder Sentinel Advisor and Seer."
Clunk applauds Dirvy.
Speaking to you, Archales asks, "Do you have any thoughts as to what you may have done to attract Jastev's attention?"
Chaoswynd grins at Ysharra.
Ysharra winks at Chaoswynd.
Mikalmas says, "Zailon and the other officers joined shortly after."
You softly say, "Well I was a dedicated follower of jastev prior to these events. And we were providing divination. Disean brought the confict to our tent. Jastev felt it important that people knew what was happening, and saw me as one of his vessels."
You softly say, "I cant begin to pretend that I understand the will or motivation of the Arkati."
You softly say, "But Jastev chose me,prehaps it was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time."
Speaking softly to you, Mandral asks, "Even still, you cannot?"
Speaking softly to you, Dirvy says, "They speak to those who are willing to listen."
Ysharra says, "Or sometimes when you find yourself in the middle of an inconvenient truth."
Mikalmas says, "I don't think any of us in the Order are arrogant enough to presume we can know the motivations of the Arkati. We respect them. We worship them. We garner our gifts from them."
Mikalmas says, "I think most Seers can tell you with certainty that we know more about the mortal's future than we do that of the Arkati."
Speaking to you, Archales asks, "Have you continued to recieve visions since that fateful night on the lake?"
You softly say, "I have not received any direct visions from Jastev, no. But i do feel my gift of foresight has strengthened since that encounter."
Speaking to you, Archales asks, "Do you do most of your scrying using water or some other medium?"
You softly say, "Each Seer chooses their own divination tool."
Speaking softly to you, Dirvy says, "The tool chooses the seer."
Archales says, "Is it a haunted shore line."
Dirvy smiles at you.
You softly say, "I personally use the Dachres or the Tarot, Dirvy is fond of the human tool known as the Gem Pouches, Mikalmas almost exclusively uses the Tarot."
You softly say, "Zailon uses the entrail knife as well."
Speaking to Dirvy, Mikalmas says, "A combination of both, I do think."
Dirvy nods at Mikalmas.
Mikalmas chuckles.
Mikalmas says, "A seer and his or her tool is indeed a magnetic combination."
Mikalmas says, "It is a symbiotic relationship between the two. I have a very specific deck of Tarot that I am attached to. Most seers have a special item."
Dirvy softly asks, "I find humans fascinating, and their methods of divination are equally enthralling to me. Though, gemstones are of the earth, and who would know more about those than Sylphs?"
Mikalmas cuts his silver-edged cards several times, then softly touches the top card with one finger. Slowly, he flips the card over and places it carefully in view, face up. It is the card with the artwork of seven cups upon it. You notice his glance at the card for a moment, evidently deep in thought. A moment later, he nods and puts the card back into the deck.
Mikalmas says, "Ou know what? These are the very cards that Rovvigen used that night, when he received his vision."
You recite softly:
"Will everyone do me a favor, and bow you heads or kneel for a moment of silence for those lives lost"
*Everyone bows thier head in a short moment of silence*
You tighten your grasp on the grip of your scythe with one hand and firmly grab the snath with your other hand. You pull the scythe close to your body, murmuring a soft prayer of Guidance to Jastev and Gosaena. Satisfied with your prayer, you return the scythe to your side.
Speaking curiously to Mikalmas, Meril asks, "Seer Rovvigen spoke of the involvement of Jastev in the conflict with Chaston, and the origin of the 'Sphere'. Had the Scythe a role in that as well?"
Mikalmas says, "The Scythe is representative of the Mistress of Eternity, obviously."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Mikalmas.
Mikalmas says, "I have followed devoutly for some amount of time now."
Mikalmas says, "Rovvigen and I had many spirited and lively discussions about Jastev and Gosaena."
Mikalmas says, "Mistress of Eternity, Lady of Silence. So hated by all the others, no one but Jastev would even speak to her."
Mikalmas says, "They were a perfectly married pair. The two Arkati gifted with foresight, in such drastically different ways."
Mikalmas says, "I was at the events that night, as a Guardian for Rovvigen."
Mikalmas says, "Without going into a lot of details about politics of different groups, a split occurred."
Mikalmas says, "But after that night, our path was clear."
Mikalmas says, "Rovvigen and I were also particularly close. The Order formed itself."
Mikalmas says, "We just had to accept the calling."
You softly say, "Just to make it clear The Sphere and Scythe represent all Arkati and lesser spirits not just Jastev and Gosaena."
Mikalmas says, "We honor and respect all the Arkati and their gifts. But recognize the gift of foresight is Jastev and Gosaena. That's why they feature so prominently across about every aspect of the Order."
Speaking softly to Dirvy, Mandral asks, "Can you tell us how you came to join the Order?"
Dirvy softly says, "I had been friends with Rovvigen and Mikalmas for awhile when they formed the Order. At the time, being a pillar in the community, I thought it would be helpful to join them, in helping them get established."
Dirvy softly says, "It was not my plan to become so involved, originally. When I first joined, I was just a sentinel. Sentinels are members of our Order who protect our Seers when they are left vulnerable by their visions."
Dirvy softly says, "As we became more established, I felt a true calling to the Human method of divination that was mentioned earlier. So, Rovvigen and Mikalmas allowed me to practice, to see if it was a gift bestowed upon me, as we do with all of our Seers."
Dirvy softly says, "Naturally, being Sylvan, most things that come from the earth are known to me, and respond to me and my kind. So, my gift shown through these gemstones the Humans use."
Dirvy softly says, "However, my duty with the Order is not only as a Seer, but also as the Sentinel Advisor. I help guide our Sentinels in the protection of our Seers, I help with recruiting, as well as many of the events we do throughout Elanthia."
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[Elanthian Conclave, Knowledge]
The high-reaching southern archway opens out into an arena where deep steps have been cut into the solid rock to form a half-circle of tiered bench seats leading down to a small area of sandy floor at the bottom. A carved stone lectern stands alone, almost dwarfed by the scale of its surroundings yet prominent enough to be visible from all seated positions. You also see a raffle counter with some stuff on it and a raffle table with some stuff on it.
You recite softly:
"Thanks everyone for coming out tonight"
You recite softly:
"Many months ago, during Frontier Days 5116, I was traveling with a troupe of Gypsies. A soldier of Chaston's Blameless known as Disean sought us out at the tent that we had set up for an event to provide spiritual readings for the locals."
You recite softly:
"I offered to provide him a reading with the Tarot. I cut my Tarot deck several times, before laying out the first card, which showed five gems, and explained to him this card represented loss, unemployment, money problems, and destitution."
You recite softly:
"I explained to him that the tarot revealed loss and destitution. He and his blameless would not succeed."
Dirvy tilts her head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
You recite softly:
"It was then that he explained he did not come for a reading, but to deliver one for me."
You softly say, "I was shocked by this notion."
Linaine raises an eyebrow.
You recite softly:
"His message was this: "Dark magic will be driven into extinction, and your demonic sight of the future, squashed. Continuing, he stated that "Your dark magic will not survive long in the new dawn."
You recite softly:
"After our event was over we packed up the tent and our other belongings. It was soon after that I and other Jastev followers began to see an old grey-haired man out of the corner of our eye."
Nazarr turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
You recite softly:
"I turned to the old grey man and asked, "Can I help you?". The old grey man wandered off, beckoning me to follow. I asked, "Where do I need to go?"
You recite softly:
"The old grey man appeared to me again and faintly whispered, "Call the children of tomorrow." He then repeated "Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight."
You recite softly:
"I responded to the old grey man, "I am of the sight. Can I help you? The children of the sight are assembled. Bring forth your business. Our numbers are small, but our faith is strong. We will answer your call."
You recite softly:
"The old grey man appeared out of the corner of my eye once more and whispered "Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight, and those of Jastev."
Dirvy ponders.
You softly say, "I will be passing around a figurine that was made for me to represent what i saw."
You recite softly:
"I responded to the old grey man, "I am of Jastev. I am of Jastev and the two of sight are here." He never responded, but made his way towards Lake Eonak, where I and others followed."
You softly say, "Everyone pay attention to the detailof the figurine."
You recite softly:
"Once at the lake, the old grey man whispered to me, "Make your sacrifice here, leave your gift. See what must be seen."
Mikalmas says, "Be sure to take a good LOOK at it."
You recite softly:
"So, I gathered my Tarot and offered them as my gift, my sacrifice. A brief gust of wind stirred about me, tugging at one of the cards in the middle of my deck. I released my hold on the cards, and one flipped through the air, fluttering on the wind like a feather before landing face up on the surface of the water. The image was that of two golden suns."
You softly say, "The wind startled me."
You recite softly:
"The lake claimed this card, making a shimmer of grey light ripple across the surface of the water. Moonlight bent along the surface of the lake, and lines of silvery light stretched from shore to shore. Soon the lines began to curve, bending towards me as I stood at the edge of the expansive lake."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
You recite softly:
"Those of us gathered felt a faint humming pluck at the back of our minds, but the sensation was elusive and quickly passed."
You recite softly:
"Channeling my gift of sight, Lord Jastev showed those gathered with me visions of the events that were taking place in Talador."
You recite softly:
"The surface of the lake began to shift and churn, deepening to a solid silver light, no longer reflecting the sky and stars above, but appearing more like a stretch of captured moonlight."
You recite softly:
"Within the lake, the images churned and reformed. The icy peaks of mountains were still in view, but so were the wide, tall, fortified stone walls of a huge city. Stretching up above the walls was a large stone keep, and countless silver banners whose blue phoenix emblem flapped in the wind."
You recite softly:
"Within the lake, a blink of pale green light appeared in the distance. Soon after, a small flame appeared. Then another, then countless more. Like a roving sea of fireflies, the host of torches moved out of the dark of the wilderness, and towards the massive gates of the huge fortified city."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake, an army of white-armored crusaders appeared, the light of their torches cast an eerie, orange glow across their stone faces, shadows filling the creases of the crown-shaped scars along their bald scalps. They were countless, and before them walked another figure garbed in white, the collective torch light pale in comparison to the inferno of his golden eyes."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the sea of crusaders approached the gates, where Hendoran soldiers lined the ramparts like a polished wall of steel. A voice, gruff and commanding, shouted down at the golden-eyed man and his army of Blameless."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake, the golden-eyed man spoke. His voice was loud. His words echoed all around me, as if he stood before me. "Open the gates, allow Koar's work to be done."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake there was a loud cranking sound, and the wide gates of the city of Lolle began to open."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man marched through the opened gates of Lolle, his army of Blameless flowing in behind him. As they entered into the streets, many in the back ranks of the Blameless stopped, slowly turning to withdraw crossbows from their flowing white cloaks. The Hendoran soldiers stood upon the ramparts, many unmoving, backs turned to the Blameless, their eyes still drawn to the outside of the city."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the echo of the crossbows was resounding. A line of bolts arced up towards the walls, where the soldiers' backs were still turned. Many cried out in surprise, as dozens fell out of sight, some tumbling over the walls, others gasping as the bolts dug into their backs or sides. Chaston paused for a moment, looking back at the gates they passed through, nodding as blood began to drip from the ramparts."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the streets of Lolle opened wide, many homes shuttered their windows. The golden-eyed man and his army continued their march, slowly approaching a hill where a huge stone keep stood as a looming sentinel over the city. At the base of the hill, a small army of Hendoran soldiers had already formed, weapons drawn, shouting at the crusaders as they approach."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake, flecks of light began to appear along the narrow and winding streets and alleys of homes and buildings. Suddenly, in between the Blameless and the Hendorans, crowds of townspeople bean to pour out into the streets, weapons and torches in hand."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the light of the townspeople's torches came into view, as nearly a hundred flooded into the streets. The glow of the torches finally illuminated the townspeople... and the light caught along the surface of their gold and white medallions and prayerbeads."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the cries of battle echoed out, as if all around me. The Hendoran soldiers paused briefly, and it cost them. The townspeople fell on them like vultures, clawing, fighting, slashing, stabbing, stomping, burning every soldier in there way. Having no other course of action, the Hendorans struck back, doing their best to defend and fight. Many of the townspeople fell quickly, no different than grain to a farmer's scythe."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the streets ran wet and red. Townspeople piled up, as did Hendorans, a sea of groaning, bloodied bodies. Soon the golden-eyed man moved forward again, he and his Blameless stepping over the sobbing, wounded bodies of both commoners and soldiers alike. Chaston made his way to the keep on the hill."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the images shifted and churned, slowly changing."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake a grand hall appeared. Its ceiling was expansive, decorated with huge banners, tapestries, and stone-framed windows. Columns of stone served as rows and rows of support for the huge chamber, their surfaces chiseled with patterns and other images."
Mikalmas asks, "Has everyone seen the statue?"
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the rest of the chamber came into view. Dozens of Hendoran soldiers stood before an old, stone throne, where a man of declining years sat, a parchment in his hand. There was little color left in his short, white beard. The light of the room's torches enhanced the color of the gold coronet on his head. His pale blue eyes looked up, as the doors of his throne room flew open. He let out an audible sigh."
Clunk turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Nazarr says, "I'd like to."
Mikalmas says, "Nazarr would like to see."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the cacophony of battle echoed out once more. The throne room was a blur, a flurry of white, blue, and blood."
You recite softly:
"From within the water of the lake the sound of painful groans hung in the air. The carved stone columns were painted red with the blood of the soldiers, and behind them, dozens of Blameless rose back up to their feet, wounds healing as they pressed on. The Earl lay near his throne, hands almost as bloody as his blade. His blue and silver tabard was soaked with blood, his gold coronet fallen on the ground beside him. He coughed - blood, spit, and curses."
Mikalmas says, "By this point the blameless had been infused with everblood."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man stepped towards the throne, slowly kneeling beside the broken Earl. He placed a hand on his cheek, grinning wide, his golden eyes gleaming. With his other hand, he grabbed the coronet on the ground, then tossed it against a stone column, where it clanked and bounced away. The golden-eyed man climbed up onto the throne, as white-armored crusaders moved in around the injured Earl, jerking him up to his feet."
You agree with Mikalmas.
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake a flash of green light appeared to swirl into existence within the throne room. Three white-armored crusaders approached it, dragging the bloodied Earl with them. They disappeared into the portal, as the golden-eyed man nodded approvingly from the seat of the Northern Sentinel."
You recite softly:
"Within the water of the lake churned one last time, and then returned to normal, reflecting the sky and the stars above."
You recite softly:
"These were the visions shown to us by Lord Jastev, revealed through the use of my divine gift. These visions revealed the chaos caused by Chaston in Talador."
You recite softly:
"Shortly after this revelation, while the seers were gripped in their visions, I began to realize that my gift was much more than just entertainment for the locals."
Haedahl looks thoughtfully at you.
Linaine nods slowly to you.
You recite softly:
"So Mikalmas, a Priest of Gosaena, and I, a loyal follower of Jastev, answered the call of Jastev."
Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You recite softly:
"So Mikalmas and myself gathered the children of tomorrow, true seers and believers. We formed the Order of Sphere and Scythe, vowing to protect those with the gift of sight. We pledged to share this gift with others, so that they too may see what the Arkati allows us to see."
You bow.
You recite softly:
"Thanks everyone"
*Shortly after the telling I remained to answer and lingering questions*
You recite softly:
"Now I willopen up for questions and discussions"
Speaking softly to you, Mandral says, "As I've stated more than once this week, your Order is much appreciated at this Conclave."
Speaking softly to you, Linaine says, "Thank you very much for sharing that , Rovigen."
You softly say, "Glad to have such a respectful audience."
Mikalmas says, "Shortly after we started the Sphere and Scythe, Dirvy joined our ranks."
Mikalmas says, "She is our Elder Sentinel Advisor and Seer."
Clunk applauds Dirvy.
Speaking to you, Archales asks, "Do you have any thoughts as to what you may have done to attract Jastev's attention?"
Chaoswynd grins at Ysharra.
Ysharra winks at Chaoswynd.
Mikalmas says, "Zailon and the other officers joined shortly after."
You softly say, "Well I was a dedicated follower of jastev prior to these events. And we were providing divination. Disean brought the confict to our tent. Jastev felt it important that people knew what was happening, and saw me as one of his vessels."
You softly say, "I cant begin to pretend that I understand the will or motivation of the Arkati."
You softly say, "But Jastev chose me,prehaps it was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time."
Speaking softly to you, Mandral asks, "Even still, you cannot?"
Speaking softly to you, Dirvy says, "They speak to those who are willing to listen."
Ysharra says, "Or sometimes when you find yourself in the middle of an inconvenient truth."
Mikalmas says, "I don't think any of us in the Order are arrogant enough to presume we can know the motivations of the Arkati. We respect them. We worship them. We garner our gifts from them."
Mikalmas says, "I think most Seers can tell you with certainty that we know more about the mortal's future than we do that of the Arkati."
Speaking to you, Archales asks, "Have you continued to recieve visions since that fateful night on the lake?"
You softly say, "I have not received any direct visions from Jastev, no. But i do feel my gift of foresight has strengthened since that encounter."
Speaking to you, Archales asks, "Do you do most of your scrying using water or some other medium?"
You softly say, "Each Seer chooses their own divination tool."
Speaking softly to you, Dirvy says, "The tool chooses the seer."
Archales says, "Is it a haunted shore line."
Dirvy smiles at you.
You softly say, "I personally use the Dachres or the Tarot, Dirvy is fond of the human tool known as the Gem Pouches, Mikalmas almost exclusively uses the Tarot."
You softly say, "Zailon uses the entrail knife as well."
Speaking to Dirvy, Mikalmas says, "A combination of both, I do think."
Dirvy nods at Mikalmas.
Mikalmas chuckles.
Mikalmas says, "A seer and his or her tool is indeed a magnetic combination."
Mikalmas says, "It is a symbiotic relationship between the two. I have a very specific deck of Tarot that I am attached to. Most seers have a special item."
Dirvy softly asks, "I find humans fascinating, and their methods of divination are equally enthralling to me. Though, gemstones are of the earth, and who would know more about those than Sylphs?"
Mikalmas cuts his silver-edged cards several times, then softly touches the top card with one finger. Slowly, he flips the card over and places it carefully in view, face up. It is the card with the artwork of seven cups upon it. You notice his glance at the card for a moment, evidently deep in thought. A moment later, he nods and puts the card back into the deck.
Mikalmas says, "Ou know what? These are the very cards that Rovvigen used that night, when he received his vision."
You recite softly:
"Will everyone do me a favor, and bow you heads or kneel for a moment of silence for those lives lost"
*Everyone bows thier head in a short moment of silence*
You tighten your grasp on the grip of your scythe with one hand and firmly grab the snath with your other hand. You pull the scythe close to your body, murmuring a soft prayer of Guidance to Jastev and Gosaena. Satisfied with your prayer, you return the scythe to your side.
Speaking curiously to Mikalmas, Meril asks, "Seer Rovvigen spoke of the involvement of Jastev in the conflict with Chaston, and the origin of the 'Sphere'. Had the Scythe a role in that as well?"
Mikalmas says, "The Scythe is representative of the Mistress of Eternity, obviously."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Mikalmas.
Mikalmas says, "I have followed devoutly for some amount of time now."
Mikalmas says, "Rovvigen and I had many spirited and lively discussions about Jastev and Gosaena."
Mikalmas says, "Mistress of Eternity, Lady of Silence. So hated by all the others, no one but Jastev would even speak to her."
Mikalmas says, "They were a perfectly married pair. The two Arkati gifted with foresight, in such drastically different ways."
Mikalmas says, "I was at the events that night, as a Guardian for Rovvigen."
Mikalmas says, "Without going into a lot of details about politics of different groups, a split occurred."
Mikalmas says, "But after that night, our path was clear."
Mikalmas says, "Rovvigen and I were also particularly close. The Order formed itself."
Mikalmas says, "We just had to accept the calling."
You softly say, "Just to make it clear The Sphere and Scythe represent all Arkati and lesser spirits not just Jastev and Gosaena."
Mikalmas says, "We honor and respect all the Arkati and their gifts. But recognize the gift of foresight is Jastev and Gosaena. That's why they feature so prominently across about every aspect of the Order."
Speaking softly to Dirvy, Mandral asks, "Can you tell us how you came to join the Order?"
Dirvy softly says, "I had been friends with Rovvigen and Mikalmas for awhile when they formed the Order. At the time, being a pillar in the community, I thought it would be helpful to join them, in helping them get established."
Dirvy softly says, "It was not my plan to become so involved, originally. When I first joined, I was just a sentinel. Sentinels are members of our Order who protect our Seers when they are left vulnerable by their visions."
Dirvy softly says, "As we became more established, I felt a true calling to the Human method of divination that was mentioned earlier. So, Rovvigen and Mikalmas allowed me to practice, to see if it was a gift bestowed upon me, as we do with all of our Seers."
Dirvy softly says, "Naturally, being Sylvan, most things that come from the earth are known to me, and respond to me and my kind. So, my gift shown through these gemstones the Humans use."
Dirvy softly says, "However, my duty with the Order is not only as a Seer, but also as the Sentinel Advisor. I help guide our Sentinels in the protection of our Seers, I help with recruiting, as well as many of the events we do throughout Elanthia."