The start of the Elanthian Conclave individuals were ushered in for the first event of many during the week. As they were they were greeted by a sign which read:
In the Common language, it reads:
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Welcome to the Elanthian Conclave.
Please feel free to wander and explore our hallowed halls.
We ask that you take nothing but memories and food for thought, and leave nothing but donations and footprints.
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Many of the mentors for Silverwood Manor greeted the guest and prepared them for the event of the evening, on Volnes, Eoantos, 5117 (27 November, 2017).
**Join Blade of the Night Falvicar Jalcon and Silverwood Manor during the kick off the Elanthian Conclave on Volnes, Eoanthos 27th at 9 PM (Monday, November 27th) as they journey from the Silverwood Manor in Wehnimer’s Landing to the Shrine of Dreams to hear about the Dreamwalkers and the history of the shrine.**
Haedahl quietly says, "Everyone get comfortable. We shall begin in moments."
Mandral softly says, "Special note, if you did not enter here through the Landing, you will need to wait for our return."
Haedahl quietly says, "And if you prefer, we can honor My Lord when we return."
A young dwarf gesticulates excitedly towards the back of the rotunda and announces, "Eonak!" to his colleagues before disappearing behind a column to get a better view.
Haedahl quietly says, "Welcome to the Elanthian Conclave."
Mandral softly says, "Welcome all of you. We are gathered here to honor Ronan through Falvicar's words. Please join him and listen carefully prior to our journey to the shrine."
Speaking softly to Falvicar, Mandral says, "All yours, sir."
Mandral bows to Falvicar.
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar takes the edge of his spidersilk cape and holds it out, as he bows low in a courtly fashion.
Falvicar quietly says, "For those that don't know, Lord Ronan is the Lord of Night and dreams. He is more often than not fighting Shru, Luukos, and other Lornons / evil that dare tresspass his rightful realm. Because of his ongoing fights with the Dark Gods, he is considered the most active of the Liablo."
Mandral agrees with Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "Is is Ronan and his brave followers that protect us all at night and guards our sleep. Often when he gives warnings, they are through dreams. His symbols is that of a silvered sword on a field of black. When in human form, he is usually a gaunt man with heavy lidded eyes."
Falvicar quietly says, "A fun fact that many don't know is.."
Falvicar breaks out in a silly grin.
As the moon s light shines down through the atrium, a silvery reflection of a sword appears briefly in midair and then disappears after a moment.
Falvicar glances at his gossamer pouch.
Falvicar quietly says, "He loves butterflies."
Falvicar fiddles with the drawstring of his gossamer pouch for a moment, but he can't seem to get it open.
Falvicar quietly asks, "Shall we to the Shrine or shall I talk of the Dreamwalkers here?"
Mandral softly says, "Whatever you prefer, Falvicar."
Mandral softly says, "I would say here."
Mandral softly says, "Then we can go to the shrine."
Falvicar nods understandingly.
Falvicar quietly says, "There are some orders that follow Ronan. One of the most famous is the Order of the Dreamwalkers. Sadly, they hardly exist now."
Falvicar quietly says, "The Dreamwalkers were a devout group that followed Lord Ronan and often are said to have been in an endless battle to protect the realm of the Dream Lord. The most famous of the Order was likely Lady
Chaeye as she had introduced her self when aiding in the recovcery of the Griffin Sword."
Falvicar rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Falvicar quietly says, "For those that don't know.. that sword used to be in a white stone... if i recall right... near the temple in the Landing."
Falvicar quietly says, "Anyhow..."
Falvicar quietly says, ""After some time that passed with the swords demise, the Dreamwalkers were in another famous battle."
Mandral smiles at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "They were fighting the traitor known as The Red Dreamer. His name is Indhis."
Falvicar quietly says, "I believe he is just contained as I wss sadly in a heavy dream state."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Falvicar.
Suddenly, the clouds block the moon's silvery light, and the whole room darkens to the darkest of black. As the clouds move and the moonbeams start to break through the darkness, its silvery color is reflected throughout the room.
Falvicar quietly says, "I was hoping my brother could make it to answer that clearly, but I'll continue."
Falvicar smiles.
Falvicar quietly says, "Indhis was the best swordsman of the Order. However; he also was in love with Lord Llumen's sister.. Yaolara."
Falvicar quietly says, "While nothing is wrong with falling in love... he chose himself and her over his duties to Lord Ronan."
The silvery moonlight shifts direction suddenly towards the compass embedded in the floor, revealing tiny silvery stars for a moment before shifting back to the glass-paneled skylight.
Falvicar quietly says, "And so he plotted treachery and when the time showed itself, he took the opportunity to steal an artifact.. a shroud that was guarded by the Order of the Dreamwalkers that Ronan had entrusted to them. That shroud allowed anybody that wore it to not be seen by anybody.. even Lord Koar."
Falvicar quietly says, "His intent was to use it to do his own bidding and relieve himself of Ronan."
Falvicar quietly says, "Anyhow, to keep this short."
Falvicar quietly says, "He easily fought off the rest of the Order. That included Tseleth."
Nazarr asks, "Who was Tseleth?"
Falvicar quietly says, "Because Tseleth decided flee, he was banned to the Sea of Fire. Tseleth is a Snake that follows Luukos now after having been banned from the Order of the Dreamwalkers."
Falvicar nods at Nazarr.
Falvicar quietly says, "I'm mostly trying to focus on Indhis."
Falvicar grins.
Nazarr says, "Ah. So in addition to betraying his order, he lacks taste."
Haedahl quietly says, "In the opinion of some."
Falvicar quietly says, "Tseleth is more complicated, but I can share his tale later on if there's time."
Falvicar nods.
Mandral softly says, "For those just entering, we will be heading to the shrine shortly. If you came here from the Landing, join Falvicar."
Falvicar quietly says, "Anyhow, with Indhis free to do whatever he wants, the rest of the Order had come up with a plan. They used Yaolara as bait to bring Indhis out of hiding and she used a dream seal of such. That allowed Yaolera to become a prison to hold Indhis so long as she stayed asleep."
Falvicar quietly says, "She did it willingly."
Falvicar shrugs at Mandral.
Naamit amusedly says, "How touching."
Falvicar quietly says, "With Indhis trapped in Yaolara's mind, the Order had placed her in a crystal coffin that was kept safe at Solhaven's temple."
Falvicar quietly says, "Until..."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "One night, she started shaking back and forth. Indhis was trying to escape, and having been in her prison he was just getting more powerful. Eventually, he did escape."
Falvicar quietly says, "When he did escape, he was powerful and ruined Ronan's temple. Many were slain.. Many..."
Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.
A bright trail of golden light rises into the nighttime sky above , vanishing from sight a heartbeat later.
Glittering points of golden light erupt in the nighttime sky to form a huge scintillating worm before slowly winking out.
A bright trail of pink light rises into the nighttime sky above , vanishing from sight a heartbeat later.
Glittering points of pink light erupt in the nighttime sky to form a huge scintillating worm before slowly winking out.
Falvicar quietly says, "Beonas, a Dreamwalker that was of Sylvan nature, was one of them."
Haedahl smiles slightly.
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar quietly says, "Eventually Chaeye and Llumen were the last of the Order. They both walked to the temple one night - knowing they had to stop Indhis before it got worst."
Falvicar quietly says, "Lord Commander Llumen tricked Chaeye into thinking he was walking beside her. And so she though she was going to go get help with him when in truth, he chose to pay the ultimate price. He fought Indhis.. one on one. He knew he couldn't defeat him, but he also believed that he could keep him occupied enough to get him contained. And.. it worked."
Falvicar quietly says, "The traitor Indhis was resealed into Yaolera. Chaeye is the last... Nobody knows where she is these days, but many of us believe she guards Yaolara and never leaves her side."
Falvicar quietly says, "I can answer some questions of this story, or I can go onto another story such as The Order of the Night's Blade.."
Speaking softly to Falvicar, Mandral asks, "Perhaps we head to the shrine, and you tell one more story there?"
Falvicar nods at Mandral.
Mandral softly says, "Or tell us of the shrine if you prefer."
Mandral nods.
Haedahl quietly says, "I shall go along to be sure the words spoken are true."
Haedahl grins wryly.
Mandral softly says, "Join Falvicar."
Falvicar's group just went through a southern archway.
Falvicar's group just wandered up a faint path.
[The Shore of Dreams]
Fel and pine trees crowd close to the shore of an almost perfectly clear pool. A low wall crafted from bright blue Liabo marble surrounds the tiny pond, encircling it in a loving embrace. The gleaming surface of the water is disturbed only by concentric rings drifting away from the waterfall lazily spilling down from an outcropping of rocks overhead. Though the night's shadows are deep here, an occasional beam of argent light pierces the darkness, illuminating the forest surrounding you. You also see a faint path.
Falvicar's group just went behind a waterfall.
[Beyond the Shore of Dreams]
Tears spring unbidden to your eyes as you bask in the serenity found here behind the waterfall. The music of water rushing over the stones surrounds you, easing away the cares of the world as you ponder the liquid wall enclosing this room on two sides. Light angles down from a break in the rocks on the northern wall, illuminating the fine spray of droplets floating through the air so that you are in the midst of a tiny, swirling rainbow of glorious color. You also see a graceful Liabo marble arch.
Falvicar's group just went through a graceful Liabo marble arch.
[The Shrine of Dreams]
Stars surround you, twinkling brightly as far as the eye can see. Or so it seems, until you look more closely, and realize that the walls and ceiling of this room are made of rocks pieced together in such a way that bits of light flicker through the crevices, giving the illusion of being beneath a starlit sky. Pinpoints of light reflect off of the polished black marble floor, adding to the sensation that you have entered the heavens themselves. You also see a stained black marble altar with a shallow font on it.
Mandral gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Falvicar bows to a stained black marble altar.
You kneel down and begin your prayers.
Mandral bows to a stained black marble altar.
Regwen touches the font
Tiny wavelets of cool water rush over your fingertips as you touch the font and it seems as if your senses are suddenly sharper.
Somewhere beyond this room you can hear the sounds of birds warbling merrily, their songs clear and pure over the music of the cascading waterfall just outside. A breeze caresses your brow carrying with it the scent of roses mixed with pine and, inexplicably, fresh-baked bread. Instinctively, you touch your fingers to your lips to savor the delicate flavor of the water only to smile when the taste proves to be that of wild clover honey.
Mandral continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
With his hands folded in prayer, Mandral lightly clasps the hilt of the black mithril longknife with the blade pointing towards the ceiling and lowers his forehead so that both thumbs touch his brow. He issues a soft, yet short prayer, its details unfamiliar, and when he lifts his head, his eyes briefly flash with silver-edged black light.
Wrapping both hands around the hilt of a silver-edged black mithril longknife, Mandral lifts it towards the ceiling and beseeches Ronan to hear his prayer. In response, a silver-edged black light emanates from the longknife's blade and falls in a halo around him.
Irar kneels down.
Falvicar quietly says, "This holy place is Lord Ronan's shrine."
Falvicar quietly says, "Some of you may or may not rememer the altar here being a little.. different."
Falvicar removes a tiny piece of black marble from in his spidersilk cape.
Falvicar sighs with frustration, glaring at a tiny piece of black marble.
Mandral softly asks, "Is that....?"
Falvicar quietly says, "This is one of the pieces left of the original altar."
Falvicar nods at Mandral.
Speaking to Falvicar, Irar says, "A hard time. Those responsible paid in spades."
Falvicar quietly says, "In short, there was an evil man known as Chaston that destroyed the original altar with his zealous group known as The Blameless."
Falvicar quietly says, "That group did evil acts of violance using Koar's name."
Falvicar smirks.
Falvicar quietly says, "But I am not here to talk of them."
Falvicar nods.
Irar sighs.
Falvicar quietly says, "One night, while we were all away from the shrine.. those bas..."
Falvicar coughs.
Falvicar quietly says, "People."
Falvicar quietly says, "... walked over here to steal the altar. In its place, they left a polished bloodmarble altar."
Clunk hangs his head.
Mandral glares.
Clunk stares downward.
Falvicar quietly says, "I don't know much of bloodmarble, other than Chaston used it and it seemed to have some sort of mind trick magic stuff."
Falvicar shrugs.
Mandral softly says, "The fact he used it, says enough."
Falvicar quietly says, "That altar didn't exactly sit too well with us Ronanites.. let alone the Dream Lord himself."
Irar nods at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "One night, we all communed here and the Master let his anger be heard across the skies."
Falvicar quietly says, "He struck down that foul presence with his silvery bolts and in its place he left this new altar."
Falvicar points at a stained black marble altar.
Mandral reaches out and touches a stained black marble altar.
Mandral gazes meditatively at a silver-edged black mithril longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.
Falvicar quietly says, "Many of us believe the frozen tears upon the altar are of Ronan upset since sadly it did put quite a wedge between us all. However; I believe it is safe to say we all have gotten past it."
Wrought of fine black marble, the altar rises just a few feet above the floor. The highly polished surface gleams softly in the dim light. Draped over the altar's sides are deep silver stains, appearing like rivulets of frozen tears. There appears to be a small crack on one side.
Nazarr asks, "Why is it cracked?"
Falvicar quietly says, "There's many theories. All I know is it seemed to have been following me."
Falvicar shrugs.
Mandral glances at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "I'm hopeful it goes away soon."
Mandral gazes up at the familiar night sky.
You say, "There was an eternal flame before Chastons acts."
You glance at a stained black marble altar.
Falvicar nods to you.
Mandral softly says, "At least we have something for which to still pray to Ronan.... despite Chaston's efforts."
You nod in agreement.
Falvicar quietly says, "I'm hopeful that with us Ronanites talking and not fighting amongst each other and having forgiven each other that the crack will go away. Tis a longer story in itself than what I think we have time for."
Clunk rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Falvicar quietly says, "Time will tell."
Falvicar nods.
Mandral agrees with Falvicar.
You rub your Ronan symbol.
Mandral softly says, "I'd like to thank Falvicar for sharing his story both of the shrine and of the Dreamwalkers this evening."
Falvicar gazes at you lovingly and you can't help but smile back in return.
Speaking to Falvicar, Irar says, "And I hope the Church will someday remedy the great crime committed against you, our brothers and sisters."
Clunk just opened a heavy black wool cloak clasped with a golden anvil.
Falvicar quietly says, "I don't mind talking of Lord Redding and the Night's Blade but that's only if it doesn't interfere with anything else planned."
Falvicar glances at Mandral.
Speaking softly to Falvicar, Mandral says, "We can head back to the rotundra, and even head north where the raffle will be and you can tell us there."
Speaking to Falvicar, Avaia says, "I had forgotten her name..Chaeye."
Nazarr bows to a stained black marble altar.
Falvicar nods at Avaia.
Falvicar quietly says, "One day I hope we all will see her again."
Falvicar nods at Avaia.
**The group joined to Falvicar is then led back to Silverwood Manor, Elanthian Conclave Neutrality where Falvicar gathers thoughts then proceeds**
[Elanthian Conclave, Neutrality]
Natural moonlight floods the chamber from the array of glazed skylights overhead, warming the bare earthen floor and illuminating the feather-like quartz flecks in the grey stone walls. Gravel pathways bisect the space, leading to four archways and dividing the central circular garden. Each quadrant is filled with flowering trees, shrubs, and fragrant herbs, all teeming with insect life. Carefully positioned crescent-shaped benches allow for both quiet contemplation and conversation. You also see a raffle bar with some stuff on it, a raffle counter with some stuff on it, a raffle table with some stuff on it and a refreshment cart with some stuff on it.
Falvicar quietly says, "Let me collect my thoughts for a second."
Falvicar sits down.
Falvicar quietly says, "Another infamous Order of Ronanites is known as the Order of the Night's Blade."
Irar grins at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "We are not too well known except for maybe nowadays if only because my brother Mohrgan and I report directly to Lord Redding himself.. who is a leader of the Order."
Falvicar quietly says, "Originally, the Order waas found to fight against undead minions of the Horned Cabal... twas the year of 4993."
Falvicar looks over at Irar and shakes his head.
Irar nods at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "Countless batles were fought against them and after the battles of Tyllan and Skyreach.. the order was founded by a group of devout Ronanites."
Falvicar quietly says, "Oh yes... the devout Ronanites created the Order of the Night's Blade after those battles."
Falvicar quietly says, "They ally themselves with the Order of Voln and primarly are known to fight at the Demon Wall."
Falvicar quietly says, "Often they are fighting other .. .creatures at the Wizard Waste - which is where terrible... terrible.. terrible... creatures that were created by dark magic dwell."
Falvicar quietly says, "Due to the ongoing fight with the dark magic and creatures and such.. Lord Redding had invited Mohrgan and myself into the Order in hopes to expand. Eventually other Ronanites will hopefully be invited. Hmm.. let me talk of Redding."
Falvicar grins.
Falvicar quietly says, "Actually, I'll share Lord Redding's tale for another time."
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar quietly says, "But."
Falvicar quietly says, "He is alive."
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar stares at Irar.
Speaking to Falvicar, Irar asks, "Is he?"
You raise an eyebrow in Falvicar's direction.
Speaking quietly to Irar, Falvicar says, "Ronan showed me himself."
Falvicar quietly says, "I told you."
Falvicar whispers, "Thee nae remember the vision I shared?"
Irar nods at Falvicar.
You say, "Perhaps reincarnated... perhaps."
Falvicar quietly says, "The Silver Blade is reborn."
Falvicar quietly says, "Though.. a child now."
You adopt an agreeable expression.
Falvicar smiles at you.
Mandral softly says, "And again, any and all of you are welcome to come and proclaim, defend, argue your beliefs this week as you see fit."
You curtsy gracefully to Mandral.
In the Common language, it reads:
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Welcome to the Elanthian Conclave.
Please feel free to wander and explore our hallowed halls.
We ask that you take nothing but memories and food for thought, and leave nothing but donations and footprints.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Many of the mentors for Silverwood Manor greeted the guest and prepared them for the event of the evening, on Volnes, Eoantos, 5117 (27 November, 2017).
**Join Blade of the Night Falvicar Jalcon and Silverwood Manor during the kick off the Elanthian Conclave on Volnes, Eoanthos 27th at 9 PM (Monday, November 27th) as they journey from the Silverwood Manor in Wehnimer’s Landing to the Shrine of Dreams to hear about the Dreamwalkers and the history of the shrine.**
Haedahl quietly says, "Everyone get comfortable. We shall begin in moments."
Mandral softly says, "Special note, if you did not enter here through the Landing, you will need to wait for our return."
Haedahl quietly says, "And if you prefer, we can honor My Lord when we return."
A young dwarf gesticulates excitedly towards the back of the rotunda and announces, "Eonak!" to his colleagues before disappearing behind a column to get a better view.
Haedahl quietly says, "Welcome to the Elanthian Conclave."
Mandral softly says, "Welcome all of you. We are gathered here to honor Ronan through Falvicar's words. Please join him and listen carefully prior to our journey to the shrine."
Speaking softly to Falvicar, Mandral says, "All yours, sir."
Mandral bows to Falvicar.
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar takes the edge of his spidersilk cape and holds it out, as he bows low in a courtly fashion.
Falvicar quietly says, "For those that don't know, Lord Ronan is the Lord of Night and dreams. He is more often than not fighting Shru, Luukos, and other Lornons / evil that dare tresspass his rightful realm. Because of his ongoing fights with the Dark Gods, he is considered the most active of the Liablo."
Mandral agrees with Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "Is is Ronan and his brave followers that protect us all at night and guards our sleep. Often when he gives warnings, they are through dreams. His symbols is that of a silvered sword on a field of black. When in human form, he is usually a gaunt man with heavy lidded eyes."
Falvicar quietly says, "A fun fact that many don't know is.."
Falvicar breaks out in a silly grin.
As the moon s light shines down through the atrium, a silvery reflection of a sword appears briefly in midair and then disappears after a moment.
Falvicar glances at his gossamer pouch.
Falvicar quietly says, "He loves butterflies."
Falvicar fiddles with the drawstring of his gossamer pouch for a moment, but he can't seem to get it open.
Falvicar quietly asks, "Shall we to the Shrine or shall I talk of the Dreamwalkers here?"
Mandral softly says, "Whatever you prefer, Falvicar."
Mandral softly says, "I would say here."
Mandral softly says, "Then we can go to the shrine."
Falvicar nods understandingly.
Falvicar quietly says, "There are some orders that follow Ronan. One of the most famous is the Order of the Dreamwalkers. Sadly, they hardly exist now."
Falvicar quietly says, "The Dreamwalkers were a devout group that followed Lord Ronan and often are said to have been in an endless battle to protect the realm of the Dream Lord. The most famous of the Order was likely Lady
Chaeye as she had introduced her self when aiding in the recovcery of the Griffin Sword."
Falvicar rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Falvicar quietly says, "For those that don't know.. that sword used to be in a white stone... if i recall right... near the temple in the Landing."
Falvicar quietly says, "Anyhow..."
Falvicar quietly says, ""After some time that passed with the swords demise, the Dreamwalkers were in another famous battle."
Mandral smiles at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "They were fighting the traitor known as The Red Dreamer. His name is Indhis."
Falvicar quietly says, "I believe he is just contained as I wss sadly in a heavy dream state."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Falvicar.
Suddenly, the clouds block the moon's silvery light, and the whole room darkens to the darkest of black. As the clouds move and the moonbeams start to break through the darkness, its silvery color is reflected throughout the room.
Falvicar quietly says, "I was hoping my brother could make it to answer that clearly, but I'll continue."
Falvicar smiles.
Falvicar quietly says, "Indhis was the best swordsman of the Order. However; he also was in love with Lord Llumen's sister.. Yaolara."
Falvicar quietly says, "While nothing is wrong with falling in love... he chose himself and her over his duties to Lord Ronan."
The silvery moonlight shifts direction suddenly towards the compass embedded in the floor, revealing tiny silvery stars for a moment before shifting back to the glass-paneled skylight.
Falvicar quietly says, "And so he plotted treachery and when the time showed itself, he took the opportunity to steal an artifact.. a shroud that was guarded by the Order of the Dreamwalkers that Ronan had entrusted to them. That shroud allowed anybody that wore it to not be seen by anybody.. even Lord Koar."
Falvicar quietly says, "His intent was to use it to do his own bidding and relieve himself of Ronan."
Falvicar quietly says, "Anyhow, to keep this short."
Falvicar quietly says, "He easily fought off the rest of the Order. That included Tseleth."
Nazarr asks, "Who was Tseleth?"
Falvicar quietly says, "Because Tseleth decided flee, he was banned to the Sea of Fire. Tseleth is a Snake that follows Luukos now after having been banned from the Order of the Dreamwalkers."
Falvicar nods at Nazarr.
Falvicar quietly says, "I'm mostly trying to focus on Indhis."
Falvicar grins.
Nazarr says, "Ah. So in addition to betraying his order, he lacks taste."
Haedahl quietly says, "In the opinion of some."
Falvicar quietly says, "Tseleth is more complicated, but I can share his tale later on if there's time."
Falvicar nods.
Mandral softly says, "For those just entering, we will be heading to the shrine shortly. If you came here from the Landing, join Falvicar."
Falvicar quietly says, "Anyhow, with Indhis free to do whatever he wants, the rest of the Order had come up with a plan. They used Yaolara as bait to bring Indhis out of hiding and she used a dream seal of such. That allowed Yaolera to become a prison to hold Indhis so long as she stayed asleep."
Falvicar quietly says, "She did it willingly."
Falvicar shrugs at Mandral.
Naamit amusedly says, "How touching."
Falvicar quietly says, "With Indhis trapped in Yaolara's mind, the Order had placed her in a crystal coffin that was kept safe at Solhaven's temple."
Falvicar quietly says, "Until..."
Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "One night, she started shaking back and forth. Indhis was trying to escape, and having been in her prison he was just getting more powerful. Eventually, he did escape."
Falvicar quietly says, "When he did escape, he was powerful and ruined Ronan's temple. Many were slain.. Many..."
Falvicar slowly empties his lungs.
A bright trail of golden light rises into the nighttime sky above , vanishing from sight a heartbeat later.
Glittering points of golden light erupt in the nighttime sky to form a huge scintillating worm before slowly winking out.
A bright trail of pink light rises into the nighttime sky above , vanishing from sight a heartbeat later.
Glittering points of pink light erupt in the nighttime sky to form a huge scintillating worm before slowly winking out.
Falvicar quietly says, "Beonas, a Dreamwalker that was of Sylvan nature, was one of them."
Haedahl smiles slightly.
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar quietly says, "Eventually Chaeye and Llumen were the last of the Order. They both walked to the temple one night - knowing they had to stop Indhis before it got worst."
Falvicar quietly says, "Lord Commander Llumen tricked Chaeye into thinking he was walking beside her. And so she though she was going to go get help with him when in truth, he chose to pay the ultimate price. He fought Indhis.. one on one. He knew he couldn't defeat him, but he also believed that he could keep him occupied enough to get him contained. And.. it worked."
Falvicar quietly says, "The traitor Indhis was resealed into Yaolera. Chaeye is the last... Nobody knows where she is these days, but many of us believe she guards Yaolara and never leaves her side."
Falvicar quietly says, "I can answer some questions of this story, or I can go onto another story such as The Order of the Night's Blade.."
Speaking softly to Falvicar, Mandral asks, "Perhaps we head to the shrine, and you tell one more story there?"
Falvicar nods at Mandral.
Mandral softly says, "Or tell us of the shrine if you prefer."
Mandral nods.
Haedahl quietly says, "I shall go along to be sure the words spoken are true."
Haedahl grins wryly.
Mandral softly says, "Join Falvicar."
Falvicar's group just went through a southern archway.
Falvicar's group just wandered up a faint path.
[The Shore of Dreams]
Fel and pine trees crowd close to the shore of an almost perfectly clear pool. A low wall crafted from bright blue Liabo marble surrounds the tiny pond, encircling it in a loving embrace. The gleaming surface of the water is disturbed only by concentric rings drifting away from the waterfall lazily spilling down from an outcropping of rocks overhead. Though the night's shadows are deep here, an occasional beam of argent light pierces the darkness, illuminating the forest surrounding you. You also see a faint path.
Falvicar's group just went behind a waterfall.
[Beyond the Shore of Dreams]
Tears spring unbidden to your eyes as you bask in the serenity found here behind the waterfall. The music of water rushing over the stones surrounds you, easing away the cares of the world as you ponder the liquid wall enclosing this room on two sides. Light angles down from a break in the rocks on the northern wall, illuminating the fine spray of droplets floating through the air so that you are in the midst of a tiny, swirling rainbow of glorious color. You also see a graceful Liabo marble arch.
Falvicar's group just went through a graceful Liabo marble arch.
[The Shrine of Dreams]
Stars surround you, twinkling brightly as far as the eye can see. Or so it seems, until you look more closely, and realize that the walls and ceiling of this room are made of rocks pieced together in such a way that bits of light flicker through the crevices, giving the illusion of being beneath a starlit sky. Pinpoints of light reflect off of the polished black marble floor, adding to the sensation that you have entered the heavens themselves. You also see a stained black marble altar with a shallow font on it.
Mandral gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Falvicar bows to a stained black marble altar.
You kneel down and begin your prayers.
Mandral bows to a stained black marble altar.
Regwen touches the font
Tiny wavelets of cool water rush over your fingertips as you touch the font and it seems as if your senses are suddenly sharper.
Somewhere beyond this room you can hear the sounds of birds warbling merrily, their songs clear and pure over the music of the cascading waterfall just outside. A breeze caresses your brow carrying with it the scent of roses mixed with pine and, inexplicably, fresh-baked bread. Instinctively, you touch your fingers to your lips to savor the delicate flavor of the water only to smile when the taste proves to be that of wild clover honey.
Mandral continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
With his hands folded in prayer, Mandral lightly clasps the hilt of the black mithril longknife with the blade pointing towards the ceiling and lowers his forehead so that both thumbs touch his brow. He issues a soft, yet short prayer, its details unfamiliar, and when he lifts his head, his eyes briefly flash with silver-edged black light.
Wrapping both hands around the hilt of a silver-edged black mithril longknife, Mandral lifts it towards the ceiling and beseeches Ronan to hear his prayer. In response, a silver-edged black light emanates from the longknife's blade and falls in a halo around him.
Irar kneels down.
Falvicar quietly says, "This holy place is Lord Ronan's shrine."
Falvicar quietly says, "Some of you may or may not rememer the altar here being a little.. different."
Falvicar removes a tiny piece of black marble from in his spidersilk cape.
Falvicar sighs with frustration, glaring at a tiny piece of black marble.
Mandral softly asks, "Is that....?"
Falvicar quietly says, "This is one of the pieces left of the original altar."
Falvicar nods at Mandral.
Speaking to Falvicar, Irar says, "A hard time. Those responsible paid in spades."
Falvicar quietly says, "In short, there was an evil man known as Chaston that destroyed the original altar with his zealous group known as The Blameless."
Falvicar quietly says, "That group did evil acts of violance using Koar's name."
Falvicar smirks.
Falvicar quietly says, "But I am not here to talk of them."
Falvicar nods.
Irar sighs.
Falvicar quietly says, "One night, while we were all away from the shrine.. those bas..."
Falvicar coughs.
Falvicar quietly says, "People."
Falvicar quietly says, "... walked over here to steal the altar. In its place, they left a polished bloodmarble altar."
Clunk hangs his head.
Mandral glares.
Clunk stares downward.
Falvicar quietly says, "I don't know much of bloodmarble, other than Chaston used it and it seemed to have some sort of mind trick magic stuff."
Falvicar shrugs.
Mandral softly says, "The fact he used it, says enough."
Falvicar quietly says, "That altar didn't exactly sit too well with us Ronanites.. let alone the Dream Lord himself."
Irar nods at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "One night, we all communed here and the Master let his anger be heard across the skies."
Falvicar quietly says, "He struck down that foul presence with his silvery bolts and in its place he left this new altar."
Falvicar points at a stained black marble altar.
Mandral reaches out and touches a stained black marble altar.
Mandral gazes meditatively at a silver-edged black mithril longknife, his eyes tracing over the details of its design, and he seems to physically relax from the exercise.
Falvicar quietly says, "Many of us believe the frozen tears upon the altar are of Ronan upset since sadly it did put quite a wedge between us all. However; I believe it is safe to say we all have gotten past it."
Wrought of fine black marble, the altar rises just a few feet above the floor. The highly polished surface gleams softly in the dim light. Draped over the altar's sides are deep silver stains, appearing like rivulets of frozen tears. There appears to be a small crack on one side.
Nazarr asks, "Why is it cracked?"
Falvicar quietly says, "There's many theories. All I know is it seemed to have been following me."
Falvicar shrugs.
Mandral glances at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "I'm hopeful it goes away soon."
Mandral gazes up at the familiar night sky.
You say, "There was an eternal flame before Chastons acts."
You glance at a stained black marble altar.
Falvicar nods to you.
Mandral softly says, "At least we have something for which to still pray to Ronan.... despite Chaston's efforts."
You nod in agreement.
Falvicar quietly says, "I'm hopeful that with us Ronanites talking and not fighting amongst each other and having forgiven each other that the crack will go away. Tis a longer story in itself than what I think we have time for."
Clunk rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Falvicar quietly says, "Time will tell."
Falvicar nods.
Mandral agrees with Falvicar.
You rub your Ronan symbol.
Mandral softly says, "I'd like to thank Falvicar for sharing his story both of the shrine and of the Dreamwalkers this evening."
Falvicar gazes at you lovingly and you can't help but smile back in return.
Speaking to Falvicar, Irar says, "And I hope the Church will someday remedy the great crime committed against you, our brothers and sisters."
Clunk just opened a heavy black wool cloak clasped with a golden anvil.
Falvicar quietly says, "I don't mind talking of Lord Redding and the Night's Blade but that's only if it doesn't interfere with anything else planned."
Falvicar glances at Mandral.
Speaking softly to Falvicar, Mandral says, "We can head back to the rotundra, and even head north where the raffle will be and you can tell us there."
Speaking to Falvicar, Avaia says, "I had forgotten her name..Chaeye."
Nazarr bows to a stained black marble altar.
Falvicar nods at Avaia.
Falvicar quietly says, "One day I hope we all will see her again."
Falvicar nods at Avaia.
**The group joined to Falvicar is then led back to Silverwood Manor, Elanthian Conclave Neutrality where Falvicar gathers thoughts then proceeds**
[Elanthian Conclave, Neutrality]
Natural moonlight floods the chamber from the array of glazed skylights overhead, warming the bare earthen floor and illuminating the feather-like quartz flecks in the grey stone walls. Gravel pathways bisect the space, leading to four archways and dividing the central circular garden. Each quadrant is filled with flowering trees, shrubs, and fragrant herbs, all teeming with insect life. Carefully positioned crescent-shaped benches allow for both quiet contemplation and conversation. You also see a raffle bar with some stuff on it, a raffle counter with some stuff on it, a raffle table with some stuff on it and a refreshment cart with some stuff on it.
Falvicar quietly says, "Let me collect my thoughts for a second."
Falvicar sits down.
Falvicar quietly says, "Another infamous Order of Ronanites is known as the Order of the Night's Blade."
Irar grins at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "We are not too well known except for maybe nowadays if only because my brother Mohrgan and I report directly to Lord Redding himself.. who is a leader of the Order."
Falvicar quietly says, "Originally, the Order waas found to fight against undead minions of the Horned Cabal... twas the year of 4993."
Falvicar looks over at Irar and shakes his head.
Irar nods at Falvicar.
Falvicar quietly says, "Countless batles were fought against them and after the battles of Tyllan and Skyreach.. the order was founded by a group of devout Ronanites."
Falvicar quietly says, "Oh yes... the devout Ronanites created the Order of the Night's Blade after those battles."
Falvicar quietly says, "They ally themselves with the Order of Voln and primarly are known to fight at the Demon Wall."
Falvicar quietly says, "Often they are fighting other .. .creatures at the Wizard Waste - which is where terrible... terrible.. terrible... creatures that were created by dark magic dwell."
Falvicar quietly says, "Due to the ongoing fight with the dark magic and creatures and such.. Lord Redding had invited Mohrgan and myself into the Order in hopes to expand. Eventually other Ronanites will hopefully be invited. Hmm.. let me talk of Redding."
Falvicar grins.
Falvicar quietly says, "Actually, I'll share Lord Redding's tale for another time."
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar quietly says, "But."
Falvicar quietly says, "He is alive."
Falvicar nods.
Falvicar stares at Irar.
Speaking to Falvicar, Irar asks, "Is he?"
You raise an eyebrow in Falvicar's direction.
Speaking quietly to Irar, Falvicar says, "Ronan showed me himself."
Falvicar quietly says, "I told you."
Falvicar whispers, "Thee nae remember the vision I shared?"
Irar nods at Falvicar.
You say, "Perhaps reincarnated... perhaps."
Falvicar quietly says, "The Silver Blade is reborn."
Falvicar quietly says, "Though.. a child now."
You adopt an agreeable expression.
Falvicar smiles at you.
Mandral softly says, "And again, any and all of you are welcome to come and proclaim, defend, argue your beliefs this week as you see fit."
You curtsy gracefully to Mandral.
