Random FL moments

[inscribed]

shortly before the great P-wipe of 2002.

Crypticant says '4(D) - M^r +/- (2Y)'

Crypticant says 'And M^r would represent the sixth fractal root of the Infinity Sequence.'

Crypticant says 'The Infinity Sequence has begun.'

Crypticant says 'It will count in reverse order.

Crypticant says 'And when the sum of the years and the months and the days...'

Crypticant says 'Reaches zero...'

Crypticant says 'Division by zero will occur..

Crypticant says 'On a galactic scale...'

Crypticant says 'And so shall the Chaos Machine give pause.

Crypticant says 'Because, as you know...'

Crypticant says 'The systemic system cannot allow division by zero.'

Crypticant says 'A great destruction shall occur in that redux

Crypticant says 'As the machine pauses...'

Crypticant says 'And do you know the resultant...?'

Crypticant says 'No one knows?'

Crypticant says 'Total planetary annihilation.'

Crypticant says 'You have sixteen Theran years.'

Crypticant says 'Destruction...

Crypticant says 'Is imminent...'

Crypticant says 'Can you stop the tide...'

Crypticant says 'Can you stop the sun from rising?'

Crypticant says 'Enjoy nature...'

Crypticant says 'Pay your farewells...'

Crypticant says 'For what you do in this life...'

Crypticant says 'May yet echo beyond.'

dude couldn't do math to save his life, but found an equation he thought looked cool and went with it. dividing by zero? ain't even any division going on there. also, "systemic system"? funny stuff.

[inscribed]

here's a parody of some of the old imm's. i think it was written by mali, but i could be wrong. anyone remember Tor?

Kaogalan IMM_TALKS: I suggest we destroy this Tor guy.

Virigoth IMM_TALKS: No, save him! I bet he acts so big because he has the phallic malice where it counts.

Virigoth IMM_TALKS: like me.

Streantian IMM_TALKS: Ok how about this one : The sum from n=1 to infinity, n/(sqrt(n^5 + 4) ..determine whether it is absolutely convergent, conditionally convergent, or divergent

Sirant IMM_TALKS: Well, the +4 is negligible

Kaogalan IMM_TALKS: I suggest we destroy this Tor guy

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: I need to restore my ******* image.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: So I devised a new way of killing people.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: I have plans for an true AI mob.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: With random modules.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: That base reactions of character interaction.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS:Something like 400 random programs.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: That call up other programs.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: Based on character responses.

Kaogalan IMM_TALKS: I suggest we destroy this Tor guy

Virigoth IMM_TALKS: No, save him! I bet he acts so big because he has the phallic malice where it counts.

Streantian IMM_TALKS: Ok shut your pie hole you bastards.

Mircea IMM_TALKS: You are the bastard

Kaogalan IMM_TALKS: Tor is the bastard.

Mircea IMM_TALKS: Tor is the bastard

Streantian IMM_TALKS: Tor is the bastard.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: Tor is the bastard.

Chueh: That **** fu*** fu** tor**** Never should have given him *** *** ed.

Virigoth IMM_TALKS: x=yx cos? TOr?

Sirant IMM_TALKS: Which is 1/(n^1.5)

Mircea IMM_TALKS: Or n * N^5/(n/^1.5)2

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: We've been designed...To have planned-obsolescence. Tor has been designed...to rise above us all.

Kaogalan IMM_TALKS: The only solution is to translate ourself into AI.

The shadows around you begin to dance and solidify into Vaeregh.

Vaeregh says 'And I say that Godly powers and global whims are far beyond mortal comprehension Tor will live or die at his own whim.'

Vaeregh nods.

Vaeregh says 'I am dispelling your erroneous thoughts.'

Vaeregh says 'That is all.'

[f0xx]

Bwahahahahahahahahaha

[Mali]

HAHA.. I think all of that was really said at some point.. I might have combined a few conversations though.

Crypticant IMM_TALKS: I need to restore my ******* image.

[Celerity]

Typos kill...I bet none of you remember Krayce!

<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> sl


Someone wakes and stands up.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Someone closes her eyes momentarily.

The holy Draconian arrives suddenly.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> You go to sleep.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> st

You wake and stand up.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Someone looks at the holy Draconian.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> kill dra

You step out from your cover.

Your tainted slash MUTILATES the holy Draconian!

Your tainted slash LACERATES the holy Draconian!

Your tainted slash MUTILATES the holy Draconian!

The holy Draconian has quite a few wounds. 


Krayce: [===|===|===|===][100]

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You dodge the holy Draconian's attack.

The holy Draconian tries to disarm you, but fails.

Your tainted slash LACERATES the holy Draconian!

Your tainted slash MUTILATES the holy Draconian!

Your tainted slash LACERATES the holy Draconian!

A large wyvern's poisoned bite wounds the holy Draconian.

A large wyvern's poisoned bite mauls the holy Draconian.

A black cat's poisoned bite wounds the holy Draconian.

A displacer beast's claw mauls the holy Draconian.

A displacer beast's claw wounds the holy Draconian.

The holy Draconian looks pretty hurt. 


Krayce: [===|===|===|===][100]

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A large wyvern bites the holy Draconian!

The holy Draconian looks very ill.

The Master Elf Scout carefully checks the ground for tracks.

The holy Draconian looks pretty hurt. 


Krayce: [===|===|===|===][100]

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You dual parry the holy Draconian's attack.

A large wyvern's poisoned bite injures the holy Draconian.

A large wyvern's poisoned bite wounds the holy Draconian.

A black cat's poisoned bite wounds the holy Draconian.

A black cat rears and breathes a cloud of poisonous fumes!

A displacer beast's claw wounds the holy Draconian.

The holy Draconian is DEAD!!

You receive 0 experience points.

You hear the holy Draconian's death cry.


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A black cat yells 'Help! I'm being attacked by Xia!'

Xia fades into existence.

Xia's corruption DISMEMBERS a black cat!

Xia's corruption DISMEMBERS a black cat!


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia's corruption DISMEMBERS a black cat!

A black cat yells 'Help! I'm being attacked by Xia's murky cat!'

Xia's murky cat fades into existence.

Xia's murky cat's disease decimates a black cat!

Xia's murky cat's disease decimates a black cat!

Xia's murky cat is unaffected by a black cat's poisoned bite!

Xia is unaffected by a large wyvern's poisoned bite!

A displacer beast's claw LACERATES Xia!

Xia yells 'Help! I am being attacked by Krayce!'

Xia parries your attack.

Xia parries your attack.

A displacer beast's claw MUTILATES Xia!

A displacer beast trips Xia, sending her to the ground.

A displacer beast's trip grazes Xia.

Xia parries your attack.

Your tainted slash MASSACRES Xia!

Your tainted slash MASSACRES Xia!

Your tainted slash MASSACRES Xia!

Your tainted slash MANGLES Xia!

Xia has quite a few wounds. 


a black cat: [===|===|===|===][96]

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Xia's corruption DISMEMBERS a black cat!

Xia's murky cat's disease decimates a black cat!

Xia is unaffected by a large wyvern's poisoned bite!

Xia is unaffected by a large wyvern's poisoned bite!

Xia's murky cat is unaffected by a black cat's poisoned bite!

Your tainted slash MANGLES Xia!

Your tainted slash MANGLES Xia!

Your tainted slash MASSACRES Xia!

Your tainted slash MASSACRES Xia!

Xia is in awful condition. 


a black cat: [===|===|===|===][95]

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Xia's corruption LACERATES a black cat!

Xia's murky cat's disease misses a black cat.

A large wyvern's eyes widen in fear!

Xia is unaffected by a large wyvern's poisoned bite!

Xia is unaffected by a large wyvern's poisoned bite!

A large wyvern trips Xia, sending her to the ground.

A large wyvern's trip grazes Xia.

Xia is unaffected by a black cat's poisoned bite!

Xia's murky cat is unaffected by a black cat's poisoned bite!

A displacer beast's claw LACERATES Xia!

Xia parries your attack.

Your tainted slash MASSACRES Xia!

Xia is SLAIN!!

You receive 81 experience points.

[REAVER]: 'Krayce has triumphed over Xia!'

You have gained 60 souls in service of REAVER.

Xia hits the ground ... DEAD.

Xia's body disintegrates into dust.

Xia dismounts from %s's murky cat.

Xia's murky cat slowly disappears.

You get 84 gold coins from the corpse of the holy Draconian.


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The entrance to the valley

  You stand amid a broad, vast grassy valley. Along you, the 

hills roll gently upward, finally apexing at a set of sharp, 

craggy peaks that denote the Dragon's Teeth mountains. Around

you acres and acres of thick, lush grass lie in massive fields

that are swept from time to time by cool mountain breezes,

making an oceanic ripple effect wash over the grasslands.


[Exits: north west]

( 2) (Glowing) A petrified beetle dipped in gold has been dead a long time.

     (Glowing) A flowing veil made of black silk is here

     A large sack of elven skin lies here.

     (Glowing) (Humming) A blacked crystal rose is tossed here.

     (Glowing) silver hoop earring adorned with a long bear's tooth lies on the ground here.

     A green serpent-tressed wig slithers about on the ground.

     (Glowing) (Humming) A large globe rests here, pulsing uneasily.

     Ancient armored gloves, a worn out insignia on each of them

     (Glowing) (Humming) A belt lies here that hums with arcane power.

     (Humming) A warped skull rests on the ground.

     (Glowing) (Humming) A Bracelet emanating a taint of eternal lies is laying here.

     (Humming) suit of black eog bodyarmor adorned with an eyeball has been left here

     A large scaly piece of skin lies on the ground.

     A long bear's tooth lies on the ground here.

     Some vambraces made of blue steel rest here.

     (Humming) A bracelet studded with titanium is here.

     (Glowing) A pair of thick steel boots is here.

     (Glowing) (Humming) A huge mace with a jewelled handle and a crimson hue is here.

( 2) (Glowing) A small ivory brooch lies here.

     (Glowing) (Humming) ightfall', the Oath-breaker adorned with a small crystal spike.

     (Humming) A segment of chains covered in blood lies here.

     A flying scroll drifts in the breeze.

     A pile of gold coins.

     The corpse of the holy Draconian is lying here.

(White Aura) The Master Elf Scout is here, keeping track of his troops.

(Charmed) A large, menacing wyvern perches here.

(Charmed) A young black cat belonging to Krayce is here.

(Charmed) A displacer beast snarls here.

A large doe is here in the glade, grazing.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> get gold

You get 2321 gold coins.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> cb Hmm..

[REAVER] (Reaver) Krayce: 'hmmmMmM...'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> camo


[PANDEMONIUM] (Possessed) Xia: 'Nah'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> You attempt to camouflage yourself.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

[PANDEMONIUM] (Possessed) Xia: 'It is just not true..'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

The Master Elf Scout carefully sniffs the air.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> cb I'll take that as a mistake..

You step out from your cover.

[REAVER] (Reaver) Krayce: 'Ii'Ll takEh that aZSs a miissTakeh..'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> camo

You attempt to camouflage yourself.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> sl

You go to sleep.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> st

l

You wake and stand up.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> The entrance to the valley

  You stand amid a broad, vast grassy valley. Along you, the 

hills roll gently upward, finally apexing at a set of sharp, 

craggy peaks that denote the Dragon's Teeth mountains. Around

you acres and acres of thick, lush grass lie in massive fields

that are swept from time to time by cool mountain breezes,

making an oceanic ripple effect wash over the grasslands.


[Exits: north west]

     The corpse of the holy Draconian is lying here.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

Xia is resting here.

(Charmed) A large, menacing wyvern perches here.

(Charmed) A young black cat belonging to Krayce is here.

(Charmed) A displacer beast snarls here.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> whistle

You step out from your cover.

You whistle appreciatively.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> butch cor


The sun rises in the east.

The corpse of the holy Draconian decays into dust.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> You can't find it.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> l

Alafinhelm tells you 'You should thank Khalud for the little help he gave you.'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> The entrance to the valley

  You stand amid a broad, vast grassy valley. Along you, the 

hills roll gently upward, finally apexing at a set of sharp, 

craggy peaks that denote the Dragon's Teeth mountains. Around

you acres and acres of thick, lush grass lie in massive fields

that are swept from time to time by cool mountain breezes,

making an oceanic ripple effect wash over the grasslands.


[Exits: north west]

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

Xia is resting here.

(Charmed) A large, menacing wyvern perches here.

(Charmed) A young black cat belonging to Krayce is here.

(Charmed) A displacer beast snarls here.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia stands up.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia mutters something quietly to herself.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia closes her eyes momentarily.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia closes her eyes momentarily.

Xia is surrounded by a white aura.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia closes her eyes momentarily.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia closes her eyes momentarily.

Xia's muscles surge with heightened power.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> reply Or maybe you should thank Shang. Your call.

You have no one to reply too.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia closes her eyes momentarily.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> whois al

No one of that name is playing.


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The entrance to the valley

  You stand amid a broad, vast grassy valley. Along you, the 

hills roll gently upward, finally apexing at a set of sharp, 

craggy peaks that denote the Dragon's Teeth mountains. Around

you acres and acres of thick, lush grass lie in massive fields

that are swept from time to time by cool mountain breezes,

making an oceanic ripple effect wash over the grasslands.


[Exits: north west]

(White Aura) The Master Elf Scout is here, keeping track of his troops.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

(White Aura) Xia is here.

(Charmed) A large, menacing wyvern perches here.

(Charmed) A young black cat belonging to Krayce is here.

(Charmed) A displacer beast snarls here.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> Xia closes her eyes momentarily.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> say Whelp..

You say 'WhehlP..'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia goes to sleep.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> cb The paladin left.


Xia wakes and stands up.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> [REAVER] (Reaver) Krayce: 'ThHE PalaDiinNn lEhfT.'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> l

The entrance to the valley

  You stand amid a broad, vast grassy valley. Along you, the 

hills roll gently upward, finally apexing at a set of sharp, 

craggy peaks that denote the Dragon's Teeth mountains. Around

you acres and acres of thick, lush grass lie in massive fields

that are swept from time to time by cool mountain breezes,

making an oceanic ripple effect wash over the grasslands.


[Exits: north west]

(White Aura) The Master Elf Scout is here, keeping track of his troops.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

(White Aura) Xia is here.

(Charmed) A large, menacing wyvern perches here.

(Charmed) A young black cat belonging to Krayce is here.

(Charmed) A displacer beast snarls here.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> smirk

You smirk.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia says 'Eh'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> look xia

She is an average woman, trying to hide behind a red cloak.  Gloves

protect her hands, boots protect her feet and a red robe protects the rest

of her body.  Still all this is for naught cause her clothes have been torn

and burned.  Parts of white skin can be seen and flames arise from her

deformed body.  A staff on her side is filled with magical runes and has a

sculpture of a flame on top but it is aflame though it is still a sculpture

of wood.  The flame never ends, never stops.  A flame arises from her face

and light is shed upon a pale white visage with evil red eyes and gray hair.

Fire burns in her and on her.  She seems happy to be a part of the fire and

happy to burn.  Her voice is dry and filled with embers that are white as

the moon and warm as a lovers heart.  

She has unlocked many secrets of the world.

Xia looks pretty hurt.


Xia is using:
      (Glowing) (Humming) a blackened crystal rose
     (Glowing) a gold scarab ring
     (Glowing) a gold scarab ring
   (Glowing) a brooch of life
   (Glowing) a brooch of life
       a green serpent-tressed wig
        (Glowing) a silver hoop earring adorned with a bear's tooth
      (Humming) a suit of black eog bodyarmor adorned with an eyeball
       a pair of blue steel vambraces
      the Ancient Gauntlets
       Tiamat's Skin
       (Glowing) boots of protection
    (Glowing) (Humming) a major globe of invulnerability
   (Glowing) (Humming) a belt of invokation
  (Humming) a titanium bracer
  (Glowing) (Humming) a Bracelet of Eternal Lies
            (Humming) a Blood Covered Rusty Chain
       (Glowing) a black veil
    (Humming) a Warped Skull


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

The Master Elf Scout carefully sniffs the air.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia mutters something quietly to herself.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia sits down and rests.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> l

The entrance to the valley

  You stand amid a broad, vast grassy valley. Along you, the 

hills roll gently upward, finally apexing at a set of sharp, 

craggy peaks that denote the Dragon's Teeth mountains. Around

you acres and acres of thick, lush grass lie in massive fields

that are swept from time to time by cool mountain breezes,

making an oceanic ripple effect wash over the grasslands.


[Exits: north west]

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

A valley elf light scout walks a silent patrol here.

(White Aura) Xia is resting here.

(Charmed) A large, menacing wyvern perches here.

(Charmed) A young black cat belonging to Krayce is here.

(Charmed) A displacer beast snarls here.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> wince

You wince in agony.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia sighs at herself.  What a sorry sight.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> i

You are carrying:

     a vial of sparkling liquid

     a Tainted Shield

( 4) (Glowing) a dark red potion

     a Torso consumed by taint.

     (Glowing) a Morning-Star named "VainGlory"

     a sack of elven skin


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> say Whelp, I could've fled.


Xia agrees absolutely.


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> You say 'WhEhLp, i cjaoUhlD'VE fFLed..'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> say But, the beasts would've finished ya.

You say 'But, theh beaostsSs wOould'Veh fInIsSsHEd yao..'


<1193hp 447m 336mv 20782> 

Xia says 'I tried..'

[Celerity]

[ 4] Wuraja: A Poetic Entry

Mon Sep 10 00:40:14 2007

To: Herald

{A small note attached to the entry reads:}

I be Wuraja and serving the true faith Discord!

Be acceptin my entry or I be rippin out yer spinal cord!

{The entry follows in large letters and is clumsily written:}

What be Discord?

Discord be like eatin an elf if ya could.

Somethin gooey and dirty but still be good.

A feelin in yer tummy ya can't really feel much.

But when it be all gone, it be like missin feral lunch!

How ta be makin Discord?

First thing be ta not be listenin ta anyone.

Discord can not be told by men if be only one.

Second thing be ta be adjustin a lotta somethin.

Ya know it be right if other men be screamin sin.

How ta be improving yer Discord?

Good Discord be all 'bout receiving the good auras.

Those tasty energies be coming where there be no flora.

So ya gotta be makin a good home fer yer new chaotic vice.

Yer gonna have the buffest Discord if ya be followin my advice.

How ta be gettin rid of Discord?

Well this one definitely be a bit of a difficult case.

Maybe ya can run around it dancin in some panties and lace.

But the best solution be ta throwin yerself on a big sharp stick.

'Cause if yer wantin ta be gettin rid of Discord, ya be maaaaad sick!

The one, the only, the big fatha,

Wuraja!

[Celerity]

About a soul sold, a story I shall mold:

That startling human where she was bred and born of is Miruvhor. A child’s doll, small-framed and endearing of scorn, mourn she did the condemned of our very own norm. Jealous of boyish strength, our youngster struck deals and met a striking bargain where power and power together were unalterably conformed. Life is arranged where death was marked. Being as it should, unholy runes for the holy spark. Yet an enflamed girl learned forevermore churl.

During a day or time, that or this one donned some waggish crown. Witty heads bear barnacles that jest, but no jest she can become. Granted flippant servants for pretender queens, only from such mocking love they bear not to be seen. Passionate past their death, stay that sovereign bid. Bidden as they were, staying they were left. Her measly court now established all gracious eyes on this insolent sort.

Newly kneaded nuisances abound her home as the world solemnly lulls. Thus massaged, thus wracked, the chaotic body convulses against her lively soul. Unknowing and unforeseen, previously foretold consequences keenly invite in between. The beckoned dance such merry triangles in for which but one cannot resist their gait. Decisions pending, our Miruvhorian hostess played her contested game. Now demonically molested, she can never be the same.

-Unknown on “Sorail”

[Celerity]

[The following is an account of one of the adventures of Lady Sachi Oda]

A long time ago, when a Regent Vampire ruled the Human cities and the Chaos was temporarily weakened by the force of the combined arms of purity and order, there was a Magician that served the purpose of the Holy Knights of the Crown. This Elven Lady was no holy warrior, but a merely an advisor and a voice of the greater peace: harmony. While practicing some minor cantrip, she was momentarily teleported to the source of all magic in this known universe, the mighty Vortex. Formerly controlled and tapped by the Faerie Mircea, the Vortex’s power began to oscillate unpredictably after his mysterious disappearance. When the Vortex was at its weakest point, it summoned the Magician rather than the Magician summoning the magic. While the contact was brief, it left its undeniable imprint upon that said Elven Lady.

While deeply moved and tempted to dedicate her remaining years to the study of the Vortex, the Magician devotedly chose to continue her service to the true Crown. Some years later, she observed a disturbance in the night sky; a remarkably bright star had slowly faded out of visible existence. Believing the stars to be the very foundation of all things sacred in this universe, the Magician was convinced to investigate further. Refusing to dirty her hands in the pagan art of Science, the Magician rejected the Gnomish theories of Nova and Fusion. The Elven Lady instead concentrated her powers within to search her heart for the truth. Shockingly, she was greeted by the abomination Malchaeius.

Manipulated by Malchaeius’s insidious power, The Elven Lady formally left the service of the Knights to attempt to navigate the Heavens and try to find the Vortex and thus the reason behind the disappearance of that exceptional star. Once outside of the protective shell of this world, the Magician was unable to maintain contact with the Vortex and lost of all her abilities. Devoid of her mystical facilities, the Magician became trapped on a lifeless hulk of a dying planet. Consuming her own resources for subsistence, soon she too became a lifeless hulk. Out of her Lord Irumeru’s service and influence, the Magician’s Spirit was instead drawn into the very Vortex which had marked her years ago.

Within the Vortex, the Elven Lady encountered the everlasting presence of Mircea. The Elven Lady begged of the former God, “Please, I must know! What is the secret of the stars?” The First Master of Magic replied, “CHANNELER, STARS MAY FADE AND FALL, BUT THEY NEVER DIE. BEHOLD!” Stunned by celestial light, the Magician’s Spirit was consumed by the warmth of the star formerly known as Sirant. Removing the taint of Malcheius, Sirant opened the Magician’s eyes to what she already knew: stars are power. Then she was enlightened to the existence of many other types of stars. Young blue stars, dying red stars, and even invisible black stars became apparent to her. In spite of being delinked from His personal power, Sirant’s core had been maintained through the sheer faith of mortals. When that faith faltered, so did Sirant. Moved by great conviction, the Magician’s Spirit, through the force of true virtue, willed herself to live once more.

The Elven Lady awoke in a dimly lit chamber within her family’s manor. Had she left? Some faint abstraction of the psyche perhaps? Smiling softly, the Elven Lady knew it didn’t matter if it was genuine or not. Her faith in Lord Irumeru serving as her foundation, the Magician devoted herself to the impartial task of righteous judgment. Purity has an Inquisitor once more. Reports rushed to the new Inquisitor of all the changes in her world, for years had indeed passed. She briefly considered the existence of black stars; was that Pretender Regent among them now? A familiar star shone brightly once more. The Northern Star of True Light; Sirant’s Star; Follower’s Star. One Gnomish report claimed that something called an "eclipse" had occurred. Silly pagans, for the Follower knew better.

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[Lady Sachi Oda on the Failure of Mercy]

Believe not the hereticism of demons and the walking dead! Purity streams out from within the heart and circulates throughout our very blood. Purity also flows in the air about us, to be breathed deeply in times of fear or to be bellowed out in times of valor. Where the blood runs thickest, such as within the veins of the Elves, and the air is heaviest, as such is within Shazarasade, a sanctuary of pure holiness is created. We are the blessed denizens of Aabahran, and our lives run long and true to reflect that. Our bodies and minds are unmatched throughout all the lands, and we have always tempered that excellence with the just embracement of all that is moral and the pursuit of harmony since time immemorial.

In ancient times, we had fulfilled that dream of peace. But as always, the agents of evil are ever insidious and that infection, once begun, quickly spreads. Our traditional methods of purification are supreme, but our loving hearts are not. The magnificent sun, the glorious moons, our sanctified waters, the consecrated armaments, our devoted commutations, our marvelous magic, and of course our faith in the Gods and ourselves are our most powerful tools. Even with such righteous instruments, we reveled in our great mercy and tolerated those whom had wished to serve evil and allowed to them their own free will. We exiled them under the delusion that they could find their own truth in life or death.

However, as they became distanced to our beloved home, their blood began to run insipid and weak. Their bodies distorted and their minds warped. Corruption and sin brewed in the ranks of the wicked, and the most impious of these headed east to erect the first gateway to the Nexus within the festering hole some call Miruvhor. There were even some who could only find solace by tunneling far below the surface of our magnanimous earth and establishing a refuge in the Underdark. Yet many did not change outright and these are the ones whom even to this day bear the grave toll that is befit of the unnatural. These twisted souls still maintain their splendid hearts and bodies but at waste. Forsaking salvation and choosing to live among the Humans or even alone as savages in the wilds, these Elves have nearly lost their link to what they once were. Mixing their blood with the lesser races to create accursed monstrosities, they sincerely believe that they are seeking the true Light. In reality, they do little more than pleasure themselves with their foul perversions.

In recent times, Humans have made great strides in expanding their influence. Caring not for the earth that provides for them, many Humans disdain the Greater Gods for Lesser Evils. High Regent Cormac came as salvation to these people, as he did among all the races, but he was struck down by assassins coming from the very people he had sought to help. That day marked the end of peace and the coming of the endless cycles of war.

In every war there are heroes on both sides. These are the individuals in whom the blood runs thickest, whether that blood is tainted or not. There have been great champions, such as Orealt, who have done much to preserve our world. There have also been horrible aberrations, such as the dreaded vampire Gorath, who have done just as much to devastate it. Even the greatest of these heroes have not been able to establish peace for our world.

Peace can be inspired by a few leaders, but it must be brought upon by the people. Aabahran is long overdue to be reunited under a single sovereign mortal. That ruler must be wise and true, bringing righteous harmony to all the lands. Many have tried, yet all have failed. There have been pretenders whom have claimed to bring justice, but they only brought doomed secular order, not peace. Peace is forged through love and happiness. Freedom and honesty. True peace lies in the existence of all living in harmony, not under the iron rule of law and order. Certainly it may be bolstered, but it can not come through the inevitable blade of the executioner’s axe, nor can it come by the tip of the holiest lance. It may only come through piety.

Rise up and cleanse the defilement that brews within us and throughout our lands. With clear eyes and an honorable heart we may bring happiness and adoration to all. In the name of all that is Holy, we have suffered enough!

Among the many fantastic peoples of this world, there must be some with great will and wonderful heart. Even now the Knights pledge their service to protect and advise you. Our hearts grieve now, but we still yearn for joy. We, the People, will come to serve you and to love you.

Lady Sachi Oda

[Celerity]

Shirtless in the light, Kirel stands with his left arm extended fully to the side, a broad body cloak loosely wrapped around it.

His head angled towards the ground and his feet locked together, Kirel continues to motionlessly wait.

Kirel's stillness slowly pervades the area, ~"...~".

Suddenly, the red cloak plummets to the ground, unfurling completely as Kirel remains poised.

The invading silence continues to emanate from Kirel’s stage, ~“...~”.

Kirel raises his face towards the crowd, revealing his elaborate elven makeup.

Looking forward, Kirel unhurriedly rotates his head in a circular motion, staring intently into space.

In a flash, Kirel slams the ground with a thunderous noise and leaps backwards onto his right hand, the unfurled cloak flipping up into the air.

His cloak still inverted and his arm still extended, Kirel rests his entire body solely on the fingers of his right hand.

Flattening his palm against the ground, Kirel pushes off and jumps back to his feet, facing away from the audience.

Kirel allows his cloak to flow down to the ground, the reverse side facing front now.

Hunching his shoulders and lowering his head, Kirel begins to lumber around the stage like a craven beast, always facing the opposite direction of the spectators.

Tensing his entire body, Kirel arches so far back as to stare into sky and releases a deafening feral roar.

Yell WUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!

Continuing to arch his back all the way to the ground, Kirel transfers the weight from his legs to his shoulders and lightly rolls on them to face the watching people.

Artfully swiveling his torso to a horizontal position, Kirel grounds his legs and rises to his feet in one fluid motion.

Finally bringing in his cloak arm, Kirel flourishes the cloak around his body as he begins to gracefully glide around the stage, never changing his facing.

Halting abruptly, Kirel’s eyes narrow as he glances to the side and suddenly lashes out the cloak, snapping it into the air.

Spinning on his heels, Kirel returns to the reverse facing and rolls on the ground, away from where he cracked the cloak.

Kirel loudly slams both of his hands on the ground and shifts his entire weight on them as he begins to wheel his legs in the air, kicking them back towards his rolling point.

Launching himself into the air from that kicking position, Kirel extends his whole body and rapidly twists it like a corkscrew in midair, landing heavily on the ground with his cloak once again spun around him.

Still inside the cloak, Kirel crunches himself together tightly and ethereally rises to his feet to face the audience, his brow gleaming with sweat.

Lashing out with his cloak again, Kirel gracefully flows back and forth on his feet in some sort of obvious fighting stance.

Kirel whirls his cloak in wide arcs and continues to calmly whisk it out as he weaves around the stage like a blademaster.

As Kirel lances his cloak out one final time, it recoils differently and causes him to fall out of step in his dance.

Trying to react, Kirel takes another misstep and begins to spring himself back but instead suddenly launches to the side, landing on his back with a monstrous thud.

While on his back, Kirel tightens his body and then surges forward through the air back to the center of the stage, flailing his arms like a fiend and screaming crazily.

Yell MUUUUUUUUEEEEEH!!! SUA! SUA! SUA! SU-U-UG-UG-UG! GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUR!!!

Kirel lands on his knees, sliding on them so that his back faces the audience, and begins to thrash at the ground with his arms, the cloak fluttering in the air.

As the cloak flutters towards the ground, Kirel’s body abruptly stiffens and falls forward.

Using that momentum, Kirel rolls all the way to his back and whips out with his cloak, desperately flaying it at the sky.

Taking a deep breath, Kirel calmly stands, faces the front, and circles the center of the stage, warily eyeing the ground as he wipes the sweat off his glistening face.

Kirel methodically winds his cloak up around his left arm again and prepares to release a devastating strike at the ground. The ground bellows with noise as the cloak crashes against the ground. Once! Twice! Thrice!

Leisurely moving to the center of the stage, Kirel turns around and gets on his knees and crashes his palm into the ground, creating another deep echo.

As his body begins to follow his hand and crumple down to the ground, Kirel tosses the cloak vertically into the air, allowing it to flare out.

The cloak lands lightly over Kirel’s body, gradually flattening towards the ground.

Once again, silence occupies the performance space, “...”.

A few short moments later, the cloak blows away with Kirel seemingly vanished. Three thumps resound from the right of the stage, marking an end to the dance.

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[Celerity]

Alishya tells you 'Would you be interested in a battle?'

Alishya tells you 'Hrm?'

<753hp 261m 421mv 19664> You tell Alishya '..Who are you?'

Alishya tells you 'My name is Alishya.'

You tell Alishya 'Yes. Why the will for fighting?'

Alishya tells you 'Why the will not to?'

You tell Alishya 'I have nothing to prove. There is some benefit to it. For fighting, it is only loss..'

Alishya tells you 'Loss has a way of strengthening one's will, it hardens one's resolve.'

You tell Alishya 'Yes, it is one way. You are fighting to lose?'

Alishya tells you 'I fight to become stronger.'

You tell Alishya 'With strength comes what...?'

Alishya tells you 'Power'

You tell Alishya 'Which of us has more power?'

Alishya tells you 'And with power comes the ability to do as one wishes.'

Someone tells you 'Is that not so?'

You tell Alishya 'Yes, power is a freedom to act. Which action do you want?'

Alishya tells you 'Does it matter?'

You tell Alishya 'It does involve me.'

Alishya tells you 'With power comes the ability to act unresisted.'

Alishya tells you 'That is what I want.'

You tell Alishya 'You cannot achieve that. Even Irumeru cannot do it.'

You tell Alishya 'Which action do you wish to perform?'

Alishya tells you 'To a certain degree, of course.'

Alishya tells you 'To cleanse sin from this world.'

You tell Alishya 'Please tell me what sin is.'

Alishya tells you 'Sin is all of our desires.'

You tell Alishya 'To erase all desire. What is left?'

Alishya tells you 'Our greed, our selfishness. Our corporeal impurity. The corruption of flesh.'

You tell Alishya 'If you cannot cleanse sin from yourself, how can you expect to cleanse it from others?'

Alishya tells you 'Obedience. Humility. Modesty. '

Alishya tells you 'Ahh.'

Alishya tells you 'I will be judged by Him at the end of my days, and be punished accordingly to my actions. But it matters not if I can save others from the same fate.'

Alishya tells you 'Would you not agree?'

You tell Alishya 'It is circular logic. I cannot agree to it. If it is possible, maybe.'

Alishya tells you 'It is not circular logic.'

Alishya tells you 'It is religion.'

You tell Alishya 'Now it is more complex.'

You tell Alishya 'Do you know what a world of obedience, humility, and modesty is like?'

Alishya tells you 'It is a world without sin.'

You tell Alishya 'It is a world that forces sin. Let me tell you about something...'

You tell Alishya 'There is a place far from our warring home. A land of peace. Of all the things you wish now. '

Alishya tells you 'I hardly believe you understand of all the things I wish for.'

You tell Alishya 'I believe what you tell me.'

Alishya tells you 'Perhaps, someday, I will tell you the rest.'

You tell Alishya 'In that far place, resting beyond the Dragon Sea, a great civilized state survives. That was my home, you know.'

You tell Alishya 'That state exemplifies the marriage of power and order.'

You tell Alishya 'That is what appeals to you?'

Alishya tells you 'To a degree.'

You tell Alishya 'To what degree? There can never be selfishness or impurity of the blood there!'

You tell Alishya 'All are ruled by law and the law is ruled by the ruthless.'

Alishya tells you 'A state that exemplifies all the virtues of the One, and that pays homage to him in accordance to His greatness.'

Alishya tells you 'There is no law but the sovereign law of His will.'

You tell Alishya 'Exactly. It is a place where patriotism and dissent are equally suppressed.'

<753hp 542m 421mv 19664> Alishya tells you 'That is what appeals to me.'

Alishya tells you 'Suppressed? It is sin. It should be extinct.'

You tell Alishya 'Even sovereigns cannot destroy.'

You tell Alishya 'However. Through attempted destruction, madness arises!'

Alishya tells you 'Hardly.'

You tell Alishya 'To be principled is to obey.'

You tell Alishya 'To be rewarded is to die. To be alive is to serve. Does this appeal to you?'

Alishya tells you 'There is no reward in death, only judgment.'

You tell Alishya 'Judgment brings true punishment or reward. Either is just after the sin of life, no?'

Alishya tells you 'Exactly.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So what hovel do you call home this day, human?'

You tell Lorfaine 'I don't know you...'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh but you can, perhaps it is the taint i must place within your soul, paladin.'

You tell Lorfaine '...Why must you do that?'

Lorfaine tells you 'For, it is what must be done.'

You tell Lorfaine 'It is too vague.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So was your question'

You tell Lorfaine 'Why is that you would want to destroy another's faith?'

Lorfaine tells you 'For the church of shadows does not but infect that which stands against the tide of chaos and darkness'

You tell Lorfaine 'Can it not stand of its own virtue?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Virtue...what virtue do you stand for...paladin?'

You tell Lorfaine 'A difficult question. I stand for what people have made me. That is, what I am. Myself.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So you are a figure head, an idol fabricated by the random wishes of the masses?'

Lorfaine tells you 'What virtue is there in this'

Lorfaine tells you 'Virtue...hah..itself such a broadly appliable term...any thing can be considered a virtue by anyone at any time'

You tell Lorfaine 'There is virtue in that I am confident in what I am. I do not need to test my faith against another's.'

Lorfaine tells you 'And be damned the next for the same 'virtue''

Lorfaine tells you 'Perception, paladin...'

Lorfaine tells you 'The church activly supports all who dwell in shadow.'

You tell Lorfaine 'That is their decision.'

Lorfaine tells you 'It is my decision, i am the church, is this not virtue?'

Lorfaine tells you 'To you...most likely not'

Lorfaine tells you 'To kyatha, nixie, kharendos, krondrin...and if i dare say...to Anume the divine devil of pain herself..it is'

You tell Lorfaine 'It is virtuous if it can exist alongside others.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Says who?'

You tell Lorfaine 'I am Hua.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So you indulge in self justified and placed virtue?'

You tell Lorfaine 'As you've said, it is relative to the individual.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh'

Lorfaine tells you 'But those outside myself project this image of ...virtue iupon me.'

You tell Lorfaine 'If your virtue is true, that should not matter.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Of course, i have sought to test your virtue since i first felt your presence'

You tell Lorfaine 'Why are you concerned with my faith?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Yet you do not come forth to embrace this chance to prove your..strength'

Lorfaine tells you 'Faith, strength...your drive..paladin'

You tell Lorfaine 'Do you feel challenged by it?'

Lorfaine tells you 'No'

Lorfaine tells you 'You are a contrived paradigm'

Lorfaine tells you 'Seemingly silent and passive in your...self imposed virtue...'

You tell Lorfaine 'In that case, why test it? You know your answer.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Even those that wear such labels on their sleeves..the knights...do not impart such absolute resolution as yourself'

You tell Lorfaine 'I know little of them. That is for you to judge.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Perhaps'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh, at least you are above mindless taunts and prodding retort'

You tell someone 'If there is faith, there is no need for testing it. That is the essence of faith.'

Someone tells you 'So, od you follow the one, Hua?'

You tell Lorfaine 'I do follow one, but it is not the same as those the Crusaders worship. I am myself. Not a Knight, not a zealot.'

Lorfaine tells you 'An old and ancient creature passed upon me a single statement that i find to be utter fact'

Lorfaine tells you 'Even the plague of the nexus cannot match the body count of the zealots fire.'

Lorfaine tells you 'They impart more suffering and chaos on the realm as any...an odd catalyst to the nexus itself'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes. In peace there may be more suffering than in war. Likewise, war may bring more peace than suffering.'

You tell Lorfaine 'That is the key lesson I have learned in my life.'

Lorfaine tells you 'One must experience the blood of war to truly understand the vacumn created in its absence'

You tell Lorfaine 'That may be so, I do not know.'

You tell Lorfaine 'In the end, what is your goal? What does Nexus do?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Most would simplify such things as a thirst for power, raw and unrestrained by morals.'

Lorfaine tells you 'But in truth the nexus seeks to empower itself...to unravel this existence and encompass all'

Lorfaine tells you 'Not me, not any other..but the nexus itself'

You tell Lorfaine 'This would be a benefit?'

Lorfaine tells you 'In my faith i shall find salvation in chaos.'

<753hp 515m 421mv 19664> You tell Lorfaine 'Will you not find salvation another way?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Will you forsake the one?'

You tell Lorfaine 'It is difficult to forsake one's self.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Indeed'

Lorfaine tells you 'For it is our purpose that substantiates our own existance'

Lorfaine tells you 'Is it not?'

You tell Lorfaine 'It may be, yes.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Some might argue the reverse.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So how can you ask me such a question, when mirrored upon itself your answer is a mimic of mine'

You tell Lorfaine 'I think it is not simple. I do acknowledge different roads to salvation, as like we discussed before, salvation is what an individual wants it to be.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Nothing is as simple as words make it to be'

You tell Lorfaine 'For you, salvation is the loss of self?'

Lorfaine tells you 'My self shall not be lost...i shall be empowered by the rift...my existence though not corporeal shall continue inevitably'

You tell Lorfaine 'Will it not either way?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Hah, not if i fail in my service'

Lorfaine tells you 'Thus is the peril of my path'

You tell Lorfaine 'Now, for what purpose do you want to be empowered by the Rift? You have some goal to accomplish?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Why, the unraveling of existence as it is now..to be replaced by the rift.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes, after that. You will be rewarded with some form in the rift...to do what?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh has the one clealy defined in writ or rule what salvation entails?'

You tell Lorfaine 'Again, I am no expert on the One.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Did you not declare it your faith?'

You tell Lorfaine 'The One may be represented in many forms. I walk my own path, not that of the organized Crusaders.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Furthermore, basic worship of the One requires blind faith. Unlike your deities, the One doe s not represent herself.'

Lorfaine tells you 'I serve the rift, my church...serving all who dwell in shadow, all who breed chaos and pain...agony and suffering.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes, you have a clear mission. It has been dictated for you.'

Lorfaine tells you 'No'

Lorfaine tells you 'It has been dictated to myself'

Lorfaine tells you 'It is hapinstance that one being such as Anume represents some of these beliefs'

Lorfaine tells you 'While other dieties represent others'

You tell Lorfaine 'Do you serve Anume or the Rift? Does your loyalty lie with the deity or the objective?'

Lorfaine tells you 'My loyalty lies with the rift, anume represents the rift in her unending torture of mortal souls'

You tell Lorfaine 'The rift is your highest idol?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Chaos, suffering, pain, dischord...these things are my..idols.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Now. Do I stand in the way of the expansion of your rift?'

Lorfaine tells you 'Hmm, your empathic nature is astounding paladin.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Passivly you seem to embrace all that surrounds you in a simplistic form of harmony, quite impressive.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So in truth no...as i know you now, you would watch, observe and be consumed.'

You tell Lorfaine 'That is your faith then. It will test itself.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Even if i fail, the concepts i embody will never end.'

Someone tells you 'But then again such is the one unalterable truth of any established faith.'

Someone tells you 'Be it a following of one, or thousands'

You tell someone 'The same stands true of the opposition.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh our chosen paths may exist as an antithetical irony..but our minds are quite similar in their process.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Now, I've learned something about Chaos in my life.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Chaos does not want to win.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Chaos, the Nexus, works only so far as to crush the faith of the opposition, not destroy it.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh for who would the divine devil torture if absolute victory was achieved?'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes, right. If there is no faith to combat, there is no purpose for itself.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Knowing this, you must know that the Rift will never expand enough to grant you your salvation.'

You tell Lorfaine 'It would refuse.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Then the next logical step is the abrasive and symbiotic nature of light and shadow itself, eh?'

Lorfaine tells you 'But this is the nature of chaos'

Lorfaine tells you 'There is no balance.'

Lorfaine tells you 'There is nothing polar'

Lorfaine tells you 'All exist in a swill of random and incomprehensible confusion...i could show you this....quite easily..let your mind taste chaos'

You tell Lorfaine 'There is nothing. Yet, you still fight...even knowing you are a pawn for some game that will not finish itself.'

You tell Lorfaine 'A game in which all the pawns lose.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh, but i empower.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Even if you become the strongest champion of Nexus, you will be abandoned. You would be sacrificed to grant false hope to the opposition.'

Lorfaine tells you 'It is the way of my church to empower those that inflict the physical manifestations of the concepts that i believe in'

Lorfaine tells you 'Hah, perhaps..perhaps...but is not such a sacrifice the greatest thing one can do for ones faith?'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes, but for the opposite side. For you, it means failure, not sacrifice.'

Lorfaine tells you 'But i shall not fail, paladin.'

You tell Lorfaine 'If you don't fail, the rift will. Your cause is self-destructing.'

Lorfaine tells you 'The rift encompases more than half the realm already.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Do you not have eyes with which to see'

You tell Lorfaine 'It does so to generate hope to fight.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Hah'

Lorfaine tells you 'Of course how can one debate with a rock, it is still a rock...observing and unmoving'

You tell Lorfaine 'It pushes towards the edges, seeing how far it can before even the bystanders such as myself join.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Then you should not debate with a rock. The pursuit of absolute truth is a better course of action.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Absolute truth is that there is no true enemy of th enexus'

Lorfaine tells you 'The empire, they wither..th eknights..they cower in their castle'

Lorfaine tells you 'And all the time our gates pour chaotic energy into this realm in massive quantities'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yet, we both know it will not succeed.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Oh the next cataclysm will come.'

Lorfaine tells you 'And it will bring the birth of the rift upon the plain of existence you take for granted'

You tell Lorfaine 'I have no doubt of that. Again, it will return to the warring states. Again, again, again.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh but the church preaches unity..and those that walk in its wake believe..'

You tell Lorfaine 'Unity? I hate unity.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Even now, those rising to their pinnacle believe...they profess their willingness to support such an entity'

You tell Lorfaine 'Unity produces people like me.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Apathetic fools who dwell in hovels observing the crumbling reality about them.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Unity suppresses patriotism and dissent equally.'

Lorfaine tells you 'That is the definition of our enemies'

You tell Lorfaine 'Apathy may be a misjudgment.'

You tell Lorfaine 'I preferred emphatic.'

Lorfaine tells you 'The reavers of the rift and those who dwell in shadow are the patriots of dischord...some may not know it, but they all serve the greater cause'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yet, the Knights do not want to bring unity. Unity is an effect of Order, not morality.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh you see the core of the devils conundrum.'

Lorfaine tells you 'The devils minions must contrive to reach the same goal'

Lorfaine tells you 'But to do so they must exhibit order amongst themselves..order to birth chaos?'

Lorfaine tells you 'A pity we must be slaves to the ironic parallels of this existence in order to spawn the next.'

You tell Lorfaine 'I have seen ordered Chaos. It is the effect of harmony of the government.'

Lorfaine tells you 'No taste for the empire eh.'

You tell Lorfaine 'This land has no empires. A fledgling city-state alliance and a military aristocracy.'

You tell Lorfaine 'There is competition, there is war. The governments are weak here.'

You tell Lorfaine 'That is why I am here, not at my home.'

Lorfaine tells you 'True, the resulting outcast of Keltar is truth of such.'

You tell Lorfaine 'It makes my position difficult.'

Lorfaine tells you 'You see..this existence is ripe for change, for disruption'

You tell Lorfaine 'I can support neither the old Knight or new Tribunal governments. Nor may I ally with their opponents.'

You tell Lorfaine 'The Savants also want truth. However, they try to make it where it is not there. They do not look for it.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Oh the Savants are filled with mysticism..and i am truth that those who embrace the mystic nature of existence acan bend such power towards whatever they desire'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes, they can do that. It is because they cannot make the rules work as they stand. Their truths must be incorrect.'

Lorfaine tells you 'In the end all are a stew of chaos, and thus is the nature of the rift...you see...the cataclysm nears.'

Lorfaine tells you 'The veil of this reality shall be pulled back, and each will turn to find the nexus upon them'

Lorfaine tells you 'As such is now...you must travel quite far to escape the droning moan of the rifts taint upon this reality'

You tell Lorfaine 'In that, the Nexus will find its own destruction. We've talked about that. Nexus will not allow itself total victory.'

Lorfaine tells you 'And the loop continues in our little debate, Hua, the church shall unify those of shadow...it is its goal.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Both will strive, neither will allow itself to do it.'

Lorfaine tells you 'I ask you, what is to stand in the way of such an entity..one that strives to support and empower darkness as it spread un abated as its foes already whimper in its path.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Itself. Without hope or opponents to crush, Nexus must continue against itself. It will pull back to allow hope a chance to grow, so that it may be attacked again.'

Lorfaine tells you 'L' Nota'manen Sol zhah pholor udossa lu' udos delight wun olt llanath.'

Lorfaine tells you 'The Devils Eye is upon us and we delight in its presence. '

You tell Lorfaine 'Despite everything..In the end, it is for nothing. It will be forgotten but for myth or poem or legend.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So your faith is in the concept of an undending repeat of history?'

You tell Lorfaine 'That is the path that has been taken. I do not know if it will continue as such.'

Lorfaine tells you 'So you show the first crack of doubt in your stance'

You tell Lorfaine 'Hope and despair are doomed to failure. The others may not be so.'

Lorfaine tells you 'The others are apathetic to what occurs around them'

Lorfaine tells you 'As you seemed when i first initiated contact with the stabbing of your visage with my cursed needle.'

You tell Lorfaine 'Yes, of all things, survival must be ensured.'

You tell Lorfaine 'This is where we differ significantly.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ol zhah alur tlu a l' Nota'manen suul taga wun olt menvis.'

Lorfaine tells you 'It is better to be at the Devils side than in its path.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Those who empower the wishes of the church shall continue..those who dont shall be crushed.'

You tell Lorfaine 'In so far as the Devil is the virtuous winner.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Thus is the nature of darkness...even i had to prove my own drive, thus is the way of darkness.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Ahh here we go with virtues again.'

You tell Lorfaine 'However, there is difference between a defeat and a total defeat.'

You tell Lorfaine 'If my reality is disproven, if my truths are wrong, then I must re-evalute and find a new path.'

You tell Lorfaine 'That is how I ended up here, on this one.'

Lorfaine tells you 'In the end all is moot, for the church is everlasting...even if i perish another shall take up my cause.'

You tell Lorfaine 'You will perish and another will take your place. It is a forced failure.'

Lorfaine tells you 'It is an ongoing pursuit.'

You tell Lorfaine 'You will be neither remembered nor missed.'

Lorfaine tells you 'I have existed for over a thousand years, paladin..a human could never understand such longevity...your lives are one tenth of our youth.'

You tell Lorfaine 'It is too long to live.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Says the mayfly to the oak...hah...'

You tell Lorfaine 'Now, at least we've established it is better to test the mind than the martial faith.'

Lorfaine tells you 'Whol l' oloth orn vaq' jal lu' vhid orn reign ultrin wun olt barra, thus zhah l' church, thus zhah l' arlathil d'lil nota'manen's orlenggin.'

Lorfaine tells you 'For the darkness will consume all and chaos will reign supreme in its shadow, thus is the church, thus is the nature of the devils's altar.'

Lorfaine tells you 'A parting thought, paladin.'

#### The background to the land I spoke of in the first conversation:

There is a place far from our warring home. A land of peace! 


In that far place, resting beyond the Dragon Sea, a great civilized state survives.


That state exemplifies the marriage of power and order. 

There can never be any haven for Chaos there! 


All are ruled by law and the law is ruled by the ruthless. 

It is a place where patriotism and dissent are equally suppressed. 


It is a place where one may only advance in step with the great drums of the Daikan, with death and dishonor hovering in all directions. 


It is false progress in a false world.


Through suppression madness arises!


Corruption abounds throughout the system, tainting the children with its insidious desires.


To be intelligent is to the study the words of Koushi!

To be strong is to perform the feats of Ganu!

To be principled is to obey.

To be rewarded is to die.

To be alive is to serve.


Come children! Arise and bloom for your lord!


Yet, there are always flowers that do not bloom.


For this, the very blood itself it is at fault.


It can only be contamination by the barbarians! 

Those barbarians, those arrogant men of wood on water have ruined our righteous stock.


That mixed blood must be purged through rites and steel!


Execute the barbarians! Save no child, for when there is one child, more always birth.


Execute their families! Three generations following both lines! Follow through on their watchers and the local lord!


Those who fail to prevent such a crime are as guilty as those who committed it.


In this land, order is maintained! Let none forget of the heresy.


O’land of power! The world weeps for you! Your coasts of blood! Your nails of steel!


O’slaves of law! It is true that chaos may be ordered! The cries of the dead scream to you their wisdom!


Peace may bring more suffering than war! War may bring more peace than suffering!


Those who believe have no faith of their own! Your children will live to forgive your dishonor to your parents!


In the end, it is for nothing. It will be forgotten but for myth or poem or legend. 


O’land of peace…

[Mali]

Thanks for pimping out my thread, Celerity!

[Mudder]

Alishya tells you 'It is not circular logic.'

Alishya tells you 'It is religion.'

I love that!

[EyeSeeU]

If I find some ancient scriptures floating around Mali, I'll add them.