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Chatting With the Founder – Log by Sami

Tynian gossips, 'Good evening'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'Evening, Founder.'.

Someone gossips (in elven), 'G'd evening'.

You gossip (in common), 'Hello, Most Mighty of All Sahibs'.

Tynian gossips, 'How's it going?'.

You gossip (in common), 'Sadly, I will admit. Cron'Tor is hoarding all the Lyricals.'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'Quite sadly. (grumble)'.

Tynian gossips, 'That's not very nice.'.

You gossip (in common), 'It's unkind of him, yes.'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'He's quite a lyrical hoarder....kinda gets annoying. *chuckle*'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'I wonder if he's evil.'.

You gossip (in common), 'I think he is!'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'V^^^^V'.

DarkClaw gossips, '*sigh* Hard to instill fear when my fangs no longer frighten you, Sami.'.

You gossip (in common), '*quietly* they do, Sayyida. They do.'.

DarkClaw gossips, '*quirks a brow*'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'I apologize, Tynian. I did not mean to take the floor from you.'.

Tynian gossips, 'The floor? Oh, I wasn't using it anyway. I'm sort of... levitating.'.

DarkClaw gossips, '*chuckle* Figure of speech'.

Tynian gossips, 'Indeed.'.

Tynian gossips, 'Nice of you to be concerned about cutting into all that chattering I was doing, but it's all good.'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'Steal your victims? Is that better?'.

Solitude - Log by Sami

DarkClaw gossips, 'I have a question for the bards, though.'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'Yes Ma'am?'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'Can both of you always see each other's invis?'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'always? More like never. *chuckle*'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'Really?'.
DarkClaw gossips, 'That's interesting.'.

You gossip (in common), 'Never.'.
You gossip (in common), 'I cannot see my own, or Aoide's, or Eathor's.'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'Nor can I.'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'Very interesting.'.

You gossip (in common), '*quietly* Sometimes it gets very lonely when I am giving folks invises.'.
You gossip (in common), 'I cast myself right into solitude.'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'I can imagine.'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'I generally just don't give people invis's.....in the hopes that I'm the only one unseen.'.

DarkClaw gossips, '*laugh*'.

4 players.
Hum [ Ra:30 Th:23 Sh:30 ] Wellington The Unfetterer
Dwa [ Founder ] Tynian: 2 game wardens, 7 hunters and a cow.
Hum [ Bard: 30 30 30 ] Samiyah, bound by blood and oath.
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw: Lost Chylde of Ybarra. *AOB*

Someone gossips (in common), '2 game wardens, 7 hunters and a cow.....Hmm...is it a riddle? :)'.

Tynian gossips, 'Probably nothing so clever as a riddle, no'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'Every time I see it I think of the song One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer.'.

Someone gossips (in common), '*grin* Good song.'.

You gossip (in common), 'it’s a Tom Leher lyric, is it not?'.

Tynian gossips, 'It is.'.

…Certain Spells… - Log by Sami

The Lower Hall
[Exits: north up]
(Hide) (Dark Cyan Aura) Belsambar is here.
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price.

Samiyah clears her throat awkwardly.

Belsambar raises an eyebrow.

You say (in common), 'May I ask a question, Archmage?'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'well aren't you ms sneaky :P'.
Belsambar nods.

You say (in common), 'the Sayyida said that there are spells that can cause one or prevent one from becoming with child, should one...'.

Samiyah gestures vaguely with one hand, unable to say the words.

Belsambar chuckles, evidently amused.

You say (in common), 'umm...'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'performs the act of copulation?'.

You say (in common), 'er, yes. That.'.

You say (in common), '.. I think.'.
You say (in common), 'I don't know that last word.'.
You say (in common), '.. do you know those spells? I have not ever found a score for such things..'.

Belsambar enunciates, 'cop-you-lay-shun'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'it's a fancy and less crass word than other choices for the act'.

Samiyah starts to ask, 'How many words... er... nevermind.'

Belsambar chuckles, evidently amused.

Belsambar says (in common), 'a lot. Sometimes men's favorite past times are to invent new ones for both insult and discretion.'.

You blink.

Belsambar says (in common), 'that and it passes the time on a long campaign around the campfire'.

You say (in common), '.. Oh.'.

You say (in common), '.. but the spells... do you know them?'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'the spells are not ones you'd find on scroll'.
Belsambar says (in common), 'they are...magic weavings'.

You say (in common), 'like wall and floor hangings?'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'similar to the spells me and Nicholai weave that you won't find on any scroll or score'.

You say (in common), 'well, wall hangings and floor coverings'.

Belsambar chuckles, evidently amused.
Belsambar says (in common), 'sort of like a tapestry, yes...magic can be much like that'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'if you know enough of the energies behind the actions of the world, you can combine magical energies to affect it'.

You say (in common), 'Oh, like calling of stones from the sky. There are no scores of that.'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'well, sort of, that is still a fairly base spell, if incredibly powerful'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'I more mean like the magics when I work with dreams and shadows or the fabrics of realities'.

Samiyah studies the floor of the guild hall especially intently. ".. One cannot ... er... become.. that way... from Dreams, can one?"

Belsambar says (in common), 'nope :/'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'uhhh...if you're thinking daydreams, no, if Onieros comes into play, or one is physically ON the dream plane...well...'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'physicality is physicality'.

Samiyah looks relieved.

Belsambar says (in common), 'I suppose the other options are deific interference or intentional spell weaving by one such as I'.

Samiyah quickly glances at Belsambar, then back down. "you haven't seen any more of mine, have you?"

Belsambar shrugs.
Belsambar says (in common), 'I see flickers of all the dreams of those I am close to when I am wandering that plane'.

Samiyah turns a deep shade of pink.

Belsambar says (in common), 'though, the one the other day was...most interesting'.

Samiyah turns a deeper scarlet.

Belsambar ruffles your hair playfully.
Belsambar says (in common), 'it's natural dear'.
Belsambar says (in common), 'we -all- have daydreams like that'.

Belsambar wishes his detect invis would drop so he could see if he needs less of a pump to see people.

Samiyah shrinks back from the casual touch, but doesn't leap back as she usually does.

You say (in common), '... two .. is natural?'.

Belsambar chuckles, evidently amused.
Belsambar says (in common), 'it depends on how you define 'natural' but yes'.

Daelarga arrives from above.

Belsambar says (in common), 'some of us who more freely follow baser instincts and wants don't necessarily stop there'.
Were they visible, the bard's eyebrows would be seen rising abruptly in shock.

Belsambar says (in common), 'buuuut...I get the feeling your dream would have a slightly...c different... approach... to said scenario had you other experiences to draw from'.

Belsambar stares at the sky.

Various stutters of 'uh... um...' come from the shadows.

Samiyah slips away to the north, tugging on Belsambar's sleeve as she passes.

The Lower Hall
[Exits: east south west]
(Dark Cyan Aura) Belsambar is here.

You say (in common), 'so..'.
You say (in common), 'can one learn that spell?'.

Belsambar chuckles, evidently amused.

Belsambar says (in common), 'One could easily invent such a spell if one put their mind to it...'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'you know, you -are- an 'arch bard'...you could start experimenting with spells and magics yourself...but yes, very easily'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'there are also herbs, extracts, and devices that do similar things'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'Eathor, are you invis?'.

Someone gossips (in common), 'Yes.'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'yay!'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'ok, so getting detect invis to expert -did- make an impact on what pump I need to see you'.

You ponder the question.

You say (in common), 'I do not have any plans to need to utilize such knowledge, but...'.

Samiyah swallows hard. "It is always good to know such things."

Belsambar says (in common), 'well, there is the old adage I like to live b: 'better to have knowledge and not need it than need it and not have it.

Belsambar says (in common), 'same can be said of a good, sharp sword'.

You say (in common), 'and if Dreams of late are any indicator..'.

Samiyah shifts restlessly.

Belsambar snickers softly.

Samiyah makes a quiet sound of distress at your snicker.

You say (in common), 'I know this may seem funny to you... but it is not to me.'.

You say (in common), 'it is .. honestly.. a little .. frightening and distressing.'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'it's not so much it's funny, as it's sort of...cute. It has been a looooong time since I was... uhhh... lacking in experience in such ways of the world'.

Belsambar frowns.
Belsambar says softly in thought, '....a long, long time...'

Belsambar shrugs.

Samiyah nods slowly.

The Lower Hall
[Exits: east south west]
This hallway must have been built by giants! It is huge! Then
again, there are more than a few giants that belong to The Guild, so
it may just be so. There are doors to your left, and right leading to
other places in the guild designed to serve the needs of all
(Dark Cyan Aura) Belsambar is here.

Samiyah asks quietly, ' can you see me yet?'

Belsambar shakes his head.

You say (in common), '.. good.'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'need detect to fall again to try 200 pump'.

You say (in common), 'because I don't think I could say this if you could.'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'to see if it gave me the extra 25 I would normally pump naturally'.

You say (in common), 'The Sayyida has told me that to NOT say a thing, to hide it, is as bad as a lie.'.

You are no longer invisible!
You make the gesture necessary to invoke your spell.
You fade out of existence.

Belsambar says (in common), '(I do see you now)'.

You say (in common), '(ACK)'.

> vis

You make the gesture necessary to invoke your spell.
You fade out of existence.

You say (in common), '(and now?)'.

Belsambar says (in common), '(again :P)'.

Belsambar chuckles at your joke.

Belsambar says (in common), 'yup, my cast is now officially 25 pump better than it was at superb'.

Samiyah fidgets.

Samiyah turns her face away, so that she cannot see your expression, even though you can see her.

You say (in common), '.. You should not look too closely at my dreams.'.
You say (in common), '.. because ..'.

Samiyah fidgets and says very, very softly, 'You might see yourself sometimes.'

Samiyah rushes to add, 'It has only happened twice, and I did not dream it on purpose... or intend any discourtesy..'

Belsambar says (in common), 'discourtesy? I am flattered dear songbird... Though...I hope I wasn't using you as a food source, as that is a little...strange'.

Samiyah shakes her head emphatically in the negative.

You get some mistletoe from bag made from midnight dragon hide.
You put some mistletoe in bag made from midnight dragon hide.
You cough.

Belsambar grins mischievously.

You say (in common), '.. in speaking with the Sayyida, I think it is because of the bond..'.

Samiyah glances down at her wrist.

Belsambar raises an eyebrow.

You say (in common), 'as it is always denied, the.. need.. manifests .. differently..'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'ahh...well...you are but mortal and every mortal has such cravings. Some just direct them...differently. Very few of the realm's immortals are immune to such things either'.

You say (in common), 'Seraph said something along those lines, but I did not believe him at the time. He called it an itch to scratch.. is it normal to dream such things, each sleep? I never used to dream anything like this, and now, I barely close my eyes, and...'.

You blush. Your cheeks are burning.

Belsambar laughs.
Belsambar says (in common), 'well, the more you deny yourself, and repress or refuse to admit your own wants, the more they will crop up in dreams. Do not push yourself, but yes, it may very well be an 'itch to scratch', perhaps before it becomes an obsession'.

Samiyah looks down at her wrist and whispers, 'I miss Wind.'

You say (in common), '.. and he said that thinking is not doing, and there's no dishonor in thinking.'.

Belsambar says (in common), 'there is no dishonor in doing unless you do it dishonorably'.

You say (in common), 'I need to be going'.
You say (in common), 'good night'.

Belsambar waves goodbye to you. Have a good journey.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'Ptar is being boring! Someone make him dance like a marionette or something...'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'He's no longer a muggle. He's entitled to be boring.'.

You gossip (in common), 'good night, all'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'Good night, Sami.'.

Belsambar gossips (in common), 'yes, sign 4 of the end times, The muggle becoming an arch-magus'.

DarkClaw gossips, 'As long as he's not another suicide mage.'.

Fare thee well!

A Nightmare – by Ghazkull (off-mud RP)

You feel a faint stirring in a relatively dormant bond, as though the one connected to it is dreaming.
Ghazkull opens his eyes, feeling cold stone behind his head, an intense, searing pain flashing across his head. He screams in pain and struggles but finds himself bound and unable to move. In the edges of his vision, he sees shadows moving around quietly, and hears someone muttering to themselves in a strange tongue.
"Hello!?" he cries through gritted teeth, but no response.

"I need help!" he shrieks, as another wave of pain wracks his body, a curse utters from his lips as he drifts out of consciousness once more.


Suddenly, he is conscious again, more movement, more mutterings, still indecipherable above the screaming pain.
"STAR!?", he screams, a plea for help that may or may not come, the shadow moves closer, the muttering becoming more tangible as the distance between them is closed.

"yesssss" the shadow hisses, "call her, she is the one I am after, you are but the means to an end, and if she will not come, then your death will be on her hands."

Ghazkull struggles against his bonds, Screaming, trying with all his might to break free, that he might at least die fighting, anything other than this. A trickle of blood runs down the side of his face, adding itself to a pool of sweat and blood slowly collecting on the table at the base of his neck.

Another burst of pain, and Ghazkull screams once more, before falling unconscious again.

The bond grows silent once more.

DarkClaw’s Response to a Nightmare (off-mud RP)

Star sits atop the cherrywood coffin, idly tapping her nails against the surface, her gaze fixed on the large sarcophagus across the temple from her. Her lips curl into a sneer and she momentarily considers snicking out her claws and marring its surface and interior both, even if the ending result is just to blow off steam. Nostrils flaring in distaste as the scent of cedar reaches her, she turns away and mutters, "Fucking bastard", knowing it would be of no use. Nothing would help... except him. Always him.

A sudden distraction tugs at her from within...the feeling of a bond reawakening, faint but there nonetheless. She tilts her head, focusing on its threads, chaotic and scattered as if they now fought off some unknown terror. Sudden realization hits her and she whispers one word. "...Ghaz." Closing her eyes she seeks out the source, growling when unable to locate him. Star draws on her powers and sends a comforting current through the fragile bond. "Sleep, brother, then come to me."

Samiyah’s Response to A Nightmare (off-mud RP)

Ghazkull's messenger arrives, similarly invisible to its last visit, the scroll grasped in its tiny clawed hands as unseen until it drops it in your lap. It seems rather out of breath and chitters angrily at the urgency at which it was summoned and sent on its way.

The handwriting is a disastrous scrawl, the difficult Elvish script rendered more challenging to read through the obvious haste of the author:

Wind -

I wish that I could step through time and space to wherever you are and comfort you. I felt your dream and woke, as one with you, in a cold sweat of pain and fear. Is this what you endured? Is this what caused the scar on your brow? My heart hurts for you.

No matter the anguish of what was shared - I am glad that it _was_ shared. That the strength of your dream, ill as it was, reached to me. Your pain is my pain, and your joy, my joy, always.

Know that you are missed, wherever it is that your Tapestry and Fates have taken you. You are often in my thoughts and dreams (and Bels had better not be peeping any more of them, either, or my blushes may well kill me.)

Tonight, I will spend in N'Kai, curled up on the stones where your heart's blood was spilled, thinking of you and missing you.