Ruinfall (Burnett Twins)

Mon Jul 24, 2017 3:43 am

Aeodan's voice never waivered. It never faltered. Against the insurmountable odds, Aeodan roared his own defiance at the old god. Poised above them, Aeodan stared at it, screaming his rage and fury and grief to the void, pleading with what-or-whomever to bring her back to him. He needed her. He needed to tell her one more time how much he loved her. He pleaded with the gods, old and new, to take his life and give it to her. Anything to bring her back.

As he Sang and Screamed, Aeodan knew that it was working. Something in his chest stirred, and the young twin knew that Edalene was clawing her way back to the world. To him. And with that, he Sang louder and with more energy, trying to save Edalene on his sheer will. Blinding green light illuminated the floor of the pit, filling every nook and cranny, bathing them all in a glow that caused Aeodan to shield his eyes. When the light abated, Aeodan's vision struggled to adjust. The darkness was cloying, but there was something else.

Breathing. It took Aeodan a moment to realize that it wasn't his own heaving chest supplying the gasps, but he knew it couldn't be him. The rhythm was off... It had to be Edalene. Fumbling blindly as his eyes adjusted, Aeodan made his way towards the breathing. Finally, his eyes adjusted and there she sat, dirty, with her clothes in tatters. Aeodan stared at her chest, mesmerized by the faint green scar that resided there. Instinctively, he knew his own was there, and a brief brush told him he was correct. Everything faded to a silence, everything stopped moving.

She's flawless. It seemed absurd for the Burnett boy to think that, especially as they both faced grave danger. But, sitting there among the scattering insects, she was luminous. Aeodan had never seen anything quite so wonderful in his life, and tears burst forth from his eyes. He fell into her as much as she into him, and he clutched her to himself desperately. Pale hands, drained of blood, clenched her in the small of her back and her hair. He buried his face into her hair and breathed in her scent, holding her there, shushing her.

"Shh, baby. Shh. It's fine. You'll never leave me, nor I you. Even death cannot keep us apart, my love. The old gods and the new know that now."

His voice was strong, but Aeodan's heart pounded in his chest. He kissed her cheek, smearing tears with her. The kiss was wet, desperate, and Aeodan kept his lips pressed there as long as he could. Pulling Eda to arms' length, he took in all of her features. He'd never forget her face in that moment, tear streaked but perfect. Even in her immense fear and... whatever else was clouding her features, she was perfect.

"My love, you're alive. If you want, I could fly." Aeodan's voice fluttered finally, and he looked up to see Thomas' arm hanging over the chasm, motionless. Panic rushed through him again as his mind whirred, trying to remember if he knew anything about magic. He didn't, and he was sure that the Professor had sacrificed his life to bar Farafan from obliterating them. Aeodan needed to make sure the professor was alive, and if he wasn't... They couldn't leave him buried in this Temple. It was the Shay's temple, not Thomas Theodore Terrance's tomb. Still clutched the magical Axe, Aeodan lifted Edalene to her feet, ensuring that she was steady.

"We have to get the professor. And then, we put this place behind us." His voice was determined, but his heart was heavy with fear and dread. Aeodan had already lost Edalene, he didn't want to lose Thomas too. He wasn't going to. "Let's go, we need to get out."

Mon Jul 24, 2017 9:32 pm

There climb was met with silence. The only song that mattered now was the breathing whispers of their own breath. Aeodan climbed first, tying the handle of the faintly glowing axe to his own belt before ascending. The gloom of the cavern was absolute now and the discordance of the bugs seemed almost like gentle snoring, activity, silence, activity, silence. The twins used the light of the axe to guide them to the central circular platform. Where the SongStone used to rest was cracked and broken, unable to bear the weight of the Professor falling from so far above. Aeodan waited an extra moment to pull Edalene up with him before dashing over to where the portly man lay unmoving.

Thomas was a map of battle, his face a cruel purple-black. Under the pale light of the axe, the twins could see the damage Farafan had done to him. Venom, a poison that coursed through his body from endless bites had swollen him almost beyond recognition. Beneath the mop of curly brown hair his cheeks were misshapen and his eyes were lost. That dark discoloration continued down his skin and across his neck, the spiderweb of damage beyond anything they had studied in basic first aid.

His adrenaline nearly gone, Aeodan noticed that his own hand was barely functioning any longer. Where the spider bit him, green-black cracks spread from the swollen center and crawled up his arm. It smelled like decay, like death, and Aeodan knew, then, that this was not the kind of bite one recovered from. In the Temple of Farafan, her venomous eyes had cursed them all.

All save Edalene. From where the scorpion had struck her hand, only the faint scar of the wound remained. Aeodan was at the professor's side, tears he thought already spent spilling down his face to the man who had sacrificed everything to keep them safe. Now here they were. Safe. Alive.

And Vri had taken his toll.

A flutter.

Aeodan's eyes were wide, stricken. Beneath him, the bloated body of the professor heaved a wheezing gasp. It was only the suggestion of breath, something so small and alone that were the insects still in full frenzy, he'd never have heard it.

"He's alive!" He whispered, harsh and low, as if the volume of his voice might disturb the sleeping Farafan. Edalene stood over him, looking down at what the illumination could show. Even if he did live, it would not be for long. The venom in his body only thickened and between Thomas and the secret she carried in her breast, Edalene felt as though she were summoned back only to be mocked in her inability.

Except...Except.

A hum. It was a melody so small she almost missed it in her head. Soft, female, a young Shay humming a quiet melody. Aeodan heard it to and looked desperately back at the shadow of his sister. But the song did not come from her throat, it echoed from the scar in her abdomen. There, the spiral scar had started to glow again...pulsing green it lined the scar on both their bodies as the humming grew ever slightly louder. Without realizing it, Edalene was reaching out to brush her soft hand against the once vibrant cheeks of the Professor. When her fingers touched his skin, the color melted away from it, the venom leaving his body in trills. Much of him sighed, as if the pressure on his bones were finally relieved. He shrank, dwindling down to the man they had entered the Temple with. The bites had faded, melting back into the ruddy glow of his cheeks. Even the scar on Aeodan's own stomach, mirroring the one on his sister, had glowed its own fitful emanation. While much less severe than Edalene's own, Aeodan could feel the song sweep the venom from his body as his hand was once again his.

Thomas gasped, choking for breath in the darkness.

His eyes were dark, glittering in the fading glow of Edalene's scar and the light of the axe.

"Ah...my sparrows," He gasped, reaching up to unconsciously hold the ring around his neck, his other a gentle firm comfort on Aeodan's shoulder "Do we live to tell this tale?"

((Ok! Well done all. So...for closing posts. You'll both need to help Thomas out of the Temple. You will find no more corpses in your way and you can use the axe to guide you. I suggest you grab the golden box and the key...though you know what the Shay message is, it might be something to hold onto. Thomas is pretty badly beat up and his magic is failing him. When we get around to me, I'll play us out. It's been really fun playing with you guys and thanks for being such great thread partners. I'll do my best to sort through the mountain of what this grade will be, so be prepared for a helluva update.))

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Mon Jul 24, 2017 11:17 pm

The climb was a painful one, especially with the flesh of his hand throbbing as if the toxin were burning away the substance beneath the surface of his skin. Each grip with his hand caused a wince, but Aeodan's determination to reach the professor burned much more intensely than the raging fire in his hand. Hand over shaking hand, Aeodan inched ever closer to the professor.

Horror built in his heart as they drew closer. Though the younger twin couldn't see all of the professor from his angle, the arm dangled limply into the void. Aeodan stopped and trained his eyes on the arm, looking for any sign at all of life. He was not ready to lose Thomas. Not before he could thank him for saving them... For saving Edalene. The arm moved, almost imperceptibly, and Aeodan's vigour was renewed. With improved zeal, he began the ascent again, looking back to ensure that Edalene was still on his heels.

The light from the magical axe illuminated the top of the pit as Aeodan climbed over, immediately spinning and offering a spindly arm to his sister. After pulling her up, Aeodan stared into her eyes. He wasn't sure he wanted to turn around; he didn't want to see if Thomas had died protecting them. His hands shook, causing the dim light from the axe to flicker over the professor's face as he finally turned to lay witness to the damage. A gasp escaped his lips as Aeodan looked at Thomas, who appeared not to be breathing.

Tears streamed again, this time coming from a place within that Aeodan was not sure he possessed. Remorse over allowing the professor to perish for them welled inside him, and Aeodan broke down at the professor's head. A loud sob echoed throughout the eerie silence of the chamber, reverberating off the walls and bouncing back to the twins. Aeodan clutched his chest and rocked forward, wracked with guilt and painful sobs. As he drew closer to the professor's face, he heard a shallow intake of air, and watched the Defier's chest shudder ever so slightly. Hope, eclipsed only by the relief he felt at his sister's return, spread through the boy's body. Immediately, he was too distracted to sob, and it died in his throat, the tormented scream of a banshee.

"He's alive!" The whisper was harsh, but Aeodan dared not be too loud. Leaning back to perch on his heels, Aeodan held the axe high with his good hand. Through the tattered remains of her clothing, Aeodan could see the green flash in Edalene's chest, and felt at the same time a dull pain in his own. The faint singing emanated from Edalene's chest, and at first, Aeodan thought a Shay was in the chamber with them. Casting wild eyes around, Aeodan scanned the room for the pre-human being. Instead, though, he realized it came from his sister, and the SongStone stitched into her torso. Upon touching Thomas, the poison disappeared. Simultaneously, his hand stopped throbbing as well. A wide smile stretched across his face, made even more radiant by the professor placing a hand on his shoulder. Aeodan laid a frail hand, recently healed, on the professor's head.

"Yes, Professor. We live to tell the tale." He made no move to inform the professor of Edalene's death or subsequent return. Instead, Aeodan wanted to help hoist the man and leave the Temple.

"Professor, we're going to help lift you and carry you out. Should you have strength to contribute, I'm sure we'd be much appreciative. It's been a long trial." Aeodan smiled again, happy for the first time since they'd descended from the antechamber. He slipped a hand under the professor's shoulder, and with Edalene's help, lifted the man upright. Still holding the magical axe, Aeodan turned the trio towards the broken portal to the chamber.

"Edalene, if you'd be so kind as to grab the golden box, and ensure the key is still inside... I believe we'll have need of it in the future." Aeodan's voice was full of levity. As happy as they were around the campfire, sharing in stories... That paled in comparison to the feeling of peace that unfurled through Aeodan's body. The three of them had come together... They'd skirted danger, battled gods and learned something that no other soul on Idalos knew... They'd Loved, and Lost, and told their Truths... And at the end of the expedition, Aeodan knew that their lives were forever altered. Their trajectory was now set... And Aeodan could not have been more excited.

"Let's go home."

Tue Jul 25, 2017 2:03 am

Edalene shakily arose on unsteady feet, but there was no pain, no lingering aches. Vri, when he had sent her back, had made sure she was good as new. It felt almost wrong, that she should have been impaled and not feel anything. As she followed Aeodan to the cliff face, she looked over to the stalagmite, and noticed, with a shudder, that blood - her blood - and unidentifiable viscera still adorned the stone. But no. It was time to climb. She would leave her death behind in this hellish place.

Edalene followed her brother up the cliff, her fingers grasping handholds where she could, and some part of her marvelled that both her brother and she could handle this cliff - especially Aeodan. But she focused only on climbing, where above she could see the dangling arm of Thomas. Fear clutched her, thinking that more than just she had died today, but instead she just pushed the fear aside and made sure to keep climbing. One hand in front of the other.

Edalene took her brother's hand, and gasped in horror at the professor's body. Tormented beyond belief, Farafan had bit him over and over, torn his body asunder, and mangled it beyond all recognition. Swollen and blackened with venom. "No," she gasped, taking a step back, shaking her head. "No, no, no." She couldn't go over there. She couldn't see his dead body. They had gone through so much. She had died. They were meant to make it out of this alive.

But her brother's harsh whisper brought her closer to the body. How - through all this - had Thomas survived? Sinking to her knees, she reached out to touch him, but found she could not touch the ruined flesh. And then she noticed Aeodan's hand. A sob broke out. "Aeodan... your hand..." Through all this, would she lose her brother too? Was that not the bargain - that she could come back to him? And even as she despaired over Thomas' body, an ethereal voice, a song slow and sad and gentle, rose about the cavern.

And Edalene knew it was coming from her.

Not her, but within her. The SongStone sang deep inside her belly, and Edalene watched amazed as both her brother's hand and the professor's body were drained of poison. Still, exhaustion and wounds, but she knew this - they would not die today. A relieved gasp broke from her lips, and despite everything, she laughed, almost unbelieving. "How? I didn't do this... but..." Edalene grinned, and leaned forward to kiss her brother's lips gently. "He's alive... we're all alive!" And despite the horror of the cavern, Edalene laughed with joy.

"And what a tale it will be, professor," Edalene murmured, stroking Thomas' cheek. Easily, she lifted a hand underneath him, and with Aeodan hauled him to his feet, where he swayed and moaned in pain. "Easy does it, sir. We've got you." Slowly, finding her Shirvain strength had not left her, they made their way from the chamber. She didn't look back at the honeycomb, but with a smile, she scooped up the box with the key inside.

"Home. Yes." Slowly, they made their way through the chamber, up the stairs. Edalene hesitated, and scooped up the ceremonial bowl she had found before everything had changed. She blushed, and shrugged, even as she helped Aeodan with Thomas. "A memento." She explained. As they walked through the darkened tunnels, Blackbird's men were all gone, and their exit was unencumbered.

And then - the main hallway. "Wait." Edalene made them stop as she approached the statue of the Shay. With its strange visage, it watched over this haunted chamber. Edalene stood alone before it, and sunk to her knees, bowing her head. After everything that had happened, she could not leave without this final goodbye. Words churned from her, and as she spoke, it felt like the SongStone hummed within her stomach.

"I am so sorry. For everything you and your people went through. I promise you - I will do what I can to make it right."

Edalene sat for a moment more in silence, and then turned - came back to her brother and Thomas. "Let's go." And they walked back into the sunlight, where her bear awaited her safe return. Edalene fell to the ground, helping Thomas sit, and laughed - a pure, sunlit sound. Her bear beside her, her brother alive, Thomas saved, and Edalene back from the dead, with a purpose that would haunt her until she accomplished it. But those were problems for future days. For today - she was alive.

"Well, professor," Edalene laughed, turning to him. "That was some expedition."

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Thu Jul 27, 2017 7:51 pm

Excerpt from the Journal of Thomas Theodore Terrance, 9th of Ashan, 717- Year of Cassander.

From the guts of a god we ascended. Young Edalene and Aeodan did their very best to support my girth, although I fear I may have exhausted Aeodan a touch more than I would have wanted. As I write this, I find myself reaching for the honey glazed scones Malena was kind enough to leave for me. Even in retrospect, I cannot enforce a policy of starvation upon myself. Cassion, how doe she stay so trim? I suppose a god has his ways, but I do wish he'd let a faithful servant know a trick or two. At this date, Malena's child has been delivered. I hear it is a healthy boy and I must remember to send my congratulations, or even visit should she permit me. I'm comforted she feels safe enough to bring a child into our dangerous world, it leaves me with hope for this decadent-soaked kingdom.

Ah, yes...where was I?

Emerging into the sunlight was akin to being reborn. At first it was all sound, light, harsh against what he had experienced deep beneath the earth. But no Farafan came crawling from the mouth to drag us back, no last minute hooks all these young readers seem so interested in. Is it a product of the time, I wonder, children being so dissatisfied with endings? The stories I told, the stories I lived, all of them had endings. Perhaps they fear the loss of the thread, the tapestry completed would stand with no more surprises to reveal, and perhaps they akin it to their own lives, plodding forward into the unknown. We are all immortal until we are not, after all. Each experience only sharpens our perception that this is our story, our chapter, our narrative. Perhaps it is, but Cassion teaches we cannot always be primary actors. Sometimes we must be the supporting roles, the wise mentors, the despicable villains, the plucky friends. In these roles we establish depth to our world, to our experience, and we link our stories.

What little of my magic remained in me I used to close the Temple. It may not be neat, the product of an avalanche, but those who do not know of it will likely seek no deeper. I shudder to consider what might have happened had we left it open. Farafan's Temple is not so far from the most wayward hunting trails of Andaris trappers that it could not have been found. With that last push of my ether, the elements abandoned me and I was left alone.

Oh, well, I should say that the two young scholars were still with me, but only a Defier could understand the unique tragedy of losing ones connection to the world around you. The dirt and fire had so long been my friends that I forgot what it was to not hear their voices, feel their words. Nights are harder, the days I fill with students despite my injury. Were I to lie still and heal, the loneliness might devour me utterly.

Aeodan and Edalene are gone now, taking a journey to Viden to pursue further academy work. When we returned, up to the moments of their departure, they spent every moment with me to attend to my injuries. Lovely children, remarkable talent, and compassionate hearts. They may never know how much their presence brightened that gulf of companionship that has formed within me.

I've never been so close to death since that month imprisoned by those Uthaldrian savages. How many of the Seekers can claim they fought a Forgotten god? Hmm...I suppose none that would be very likely believed. Well, I know I did and that's enough for Cassion and I, isn't it, old friend?

Our last meal was one I had packed in advance. Never knowing the result of any expedition, I try to carefully prepare what will be enjoyed. In celebration we can bask or in defeat we can find succor. I uncorked a bottle of Andaris Red, 40 year vintage, and unwrapped the cured mutton I had procured just for the journey. Some nutty Pearl Gouda from Ne'haer and finished it with some candied walnuts I bought from a trader out of Rharne. We sat in silence while we ate, which was...I think appropriate. All of us were still devouring our experience in the Temple.

The twins sat closer than they had before, I don't think Aeodan noticed how much straighter he was standing. I know the makings of a compelling tale when I see one, but I did not press them for their experience in the darkness. I yearn to know how they stopped Farafan, cured me the venom that would have certainly taken my life, but perhaps they are decided their own ending now. If the tale has yet to complete, I earn nothing by starting it.

I will write to the Seekers and explain my expedition. Hopefully they will see the wisdom I showed in sealing off the entrance. We can be a curious, stubborn lot, but occasionally reason and an evocatively written recounting can motivate their obedience. Watching the twins go was unique. Since Miranda, I never thought about settling down or having children of my own. We promised our souls and lives to each other, it always felt like stealing that from her if I found someone else. I should like to think had she lived, Miranda and I would have made children like Aeodan and Edalene.

They have such passion, such zeal. When I am with them I can capture a fragment of my bygone youth, and I truly hope they appreciate the freedom their young legs can give them. Their path will be a hard one, especially if pursuing each other. Many societies have moved past the concept of One Blood, but in some clans and places, the Twin union is still regarded as sacred. Ah, I have no right to meddle or interfere...I wish them peace and a safe journey. Well, I wish them as safe a journey as Cassion wills.

What is life, after all, without a little adventure?

Endings...I've never perfected them, despite years of writing and telling them. I chastise the youth for hating endings and yet here I am, struggling to put an ending sentence. To me, what is important to know is that this was not my story. I played a role in THEIR story and so I have no right to define the ending. Aeodan promised he would write, Edalene as well. I expect they will be true to their word and, from afar, I can enjoy their tales.

This is not and end.

This is a beginning.

-Thomas Theodore Terrance

Thu Jul 27, 2017 8:45 pm

A Story’s Reward

Aeodan:

Experience Award:

Story 5/5
Collaboration 5/5
Structure 5/5

General Lore:

Climbing: Difficulty of Descending a Stone ladder
Edalene: Loves you back
Strength: Lifting an Unconscious Man
Spirits: Language Anak in the key
Spirits: Language Anak can Translate.
Edalene: Watching her die
Envoy: A Diri
Envoy: Knows Shay artifacts
Envoy: Must deliver a message
Envoy: Took Rakahi from you
Envoy: Speaks in your voice
Envoy: A Pact to collect all languages
Axe: Basic Swings
Spirits: The Sensation of a Pact
The Shay: Healing power of the SongStone
Edalene: Singing her back to life

Envoy (Personal NPC)

Name: Envoy
Race: Diri
Date of Birth: Unknown
Relationship to Aeodan: They are bound by an Oath

Abilities:

Voice Thief: Envoy is able to temporarily steal the voices of others. In order to do this, it must be manifested and stick its fingers into another’s blood. This stolen voice will not simply be their language and sound, but their cadence and tone exactly. Envoy even exhibits small quirks and tics of the personality. Should the victim of this power die, Envoy can maintain this power for only a handful of trills before it fades. Aeodan, by being bound to Envoy, is able to use this ability as well.

Manifest Envoy is capable of consolidating its Ephemera and pushing into the material world. In this form, it can be injured by physical attacks but can also attack on its own. Envoy is remarkably strong and moves similarly to an ape. He has remarkable strength in his arms and legs he uses to grab, crush, and swing. Manifest is incredibly costly and if Envoy is damaged while Manifesting, he will not be able to do so again for the remainder of the Cycle.

Knower of Tongues Envoy can know simple facts regarding languages from the individuals he meets. By sight alone, Envoy can tell how many languages an individual has and what their native tongue is, even if Envoy cannot currently speak it.

Shatterscreech Perhaps Envoy’s only offensive or defensive ability. The spirit can unleash a barrage of discordant sound. This is often loud enough to damage ears, upset balance, and event shatter crystalline objects. This power can be channeled through Aeodan as well, but he will lose access to his own voice for a few trials thereafter.

Emotivore Envoy devours emotion, which is how it regenerates ephemera. The anemone like tendrils on its head with the motes of light will naturally shift toward whomever is feeling the strongest emotion at the time. If it feeds on their emotion while Manifested, it will literally drain the emotion from the victim, leaving them tired and worn, emotionally apathetic or coldly logical for a time. If done while in the Beneath, it is unable to eat as much, but the effects are far less pronounced. Envoy will never devour emotions from Aeodan or target those he is invested in, unless allowed.

Appearance: “A thousand mouths lay open as the strange, child-like figure slithered from the monolith to lap at the bits of blood the young scholar had left. It raised a head of drifting hair, thick as anemone tendrils and each set with a tiny mote of light, and smiled.”

“It had a polished face, like ceramic, and three golden eyes. They were set in a cluster, each geometrically equal to the other. Like rough prisms, motes of light similar to the ones at the end of its tentacled hair fluttered and danced like fireflies. One hand clung tightly to the branch suspended above the sleeping twins, long fingers wrapped around the wood to hold its weight. No larger than a child of five or six it observed them curiously, opened an eerily human mouth to speak and could say nothing.”

Envoy’s green skin is smooth to the touch, and slightly damp, but feels much like human skin. It has four long fingers and four long toes and its legs naturally bend to accommodate an almost frog-like shuffling gait. It has a human mouth perfectly capable of expression, but almost eerily too perfect. It has no ears.

Aeodan can only see Envoy when it is not in the Beneath, whether it manifests or chooses not to. Envoy can remain unmanifested in the physical world like all spirits, but will have little ability to effect the world.

Personality: Envoy is tremendously curious about the world of Idalos, but seems to react to it as though he’s already been there. This strange amnesia-like pseudo-familiarity can be a little off-putting, but Envoy doesn’t think too much on how he presents himself or even about what that familiarity might mean. There is only the Purpose for Envoy and the message it holds is supposedly vital, but can only be said once. The more Tongues that Aeodan possesses, the more tongues Envoy can use to say that message one time. Driven by that imperative, it seeks out those who know languages Aeodan does not and has a long streak of mischievous and almost child-like behavior. While remarkably intelligent, it does not seem to possess the same self-awareness as people do and is incapable of feeling shame or guilt. That said, it can recognize those emotions and respond to them in others, so at least it is capable of empathy. Envoy is not evil or cruel, but it has very little connection or concern with physical beings…or at least past their ability to provide languages, entertainment, food (through their emotions), and knowledge. It does seem quite close to Aeodan, however, even seeming to show some sympathy or concern for his emotions and wellbeing, something it is unable to show others.

Notes: Aeodan will be leaving with the Shay Key and the ChordBox, a kind of Shay journal device. The ChordBox is about the size of a small office waste bin, cylindrical, and made of fashioned gold. Could be quite valuable if broken down…so be careful of who sees it.

Aeodan will have a small scar from the blade on his hand and a faint greenish whirl-pool like scar on his stomach, a faded match of Edalene’s

You will also receive the mark of Bellinos and the first three abilities.

+12 Yvithia devotion
+8 Vri devotion

Edalene:

Experience Award:

Collaboration 5/5
Structure 5/5
Story 5/5

General Lore:

Climbing: The dangers of trying to climb down a rock wall
Fieldcraft: Building a Fire with damp wood.
Aeodan: His Secret Romantic Love
Shirvain: The Endurance Granted by your Bear Companion
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Shirvain
The Shay: Baptismal Priesthood Ritual
Curved Sword: Desperate Swings
Curved Sword: Basic Thrust
Endurance: How it feels to be impaled
Pier and Pre: Twin gods of Judgement, the shape of a scale
Ralaith: Your Patron
Vri: The Death-bringer, takes the shape of a man
Aeodan and Edalene: Foretold Births
Edalene: The Beneath
Edalene: Your next death is permanent
Narav: The lifeblood from his heart can cure Farafan
Narav: Marked of Lisirra
Narav: Son of Syroa
Rhetoric: Lecturing gods
Vri: Knowing how to help Farafan means you are bound to.

New Abilities:

Farafan’s Balm You may cure ANY venom from the arachnid or Insect family. When using this ability, your scar will glow. You purge a body of the venom. This cannot be used to purge a venomous creature of its Venom, just from someone who has been bitten.

SongStone Key You are able to open any religious site dedicated to the Shay. All locks are released in your wake.
Still Heart You are alive only by virtue of the SongStone. You heart no longer beats and is no longer a weakness if damaged. If the SongStone is removed from your body, you will die.

Twin Voices You can sing in two voices now. One, your own, the other…certainly female, seems young and most certainly Shay.
Loot:

Your Life

One White Clay Shay Bowl.

You will have a greenish tinged and fairly prominent whirlpool scar on your stomach. You will also retain a faint scar from the Waystone.

You receive the mark of Bellinos and the first three abilities

+8 Vri devotion
+8 Ralaith devotion

Aeodan and Edalene:

Shared Lore:

Thomas Theodore Terrance: Professor of Archeology
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Seeker Mage
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Follower of Cassion
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Can command the elements
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Journey Philosophy
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Plagiarist
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Pan flute Musician and Singer
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Knows many Languages.
Thomas Theodore Terrance: Lost his Magic
Andaris: The Waystone in the Woods
Andaris: Proper Sacrifice for a Waystone
History: The Custom for Traveling Companions
Religion: Beghesh, ancient bear-based religion from Khrome
Fieldcraft: Navigating a forest
Fieldcraft: Pitching a Tent
Cooking: Rabbit Stew
Rituals: Sacrifice is valued at what is lost
Cassion: Devour that you Might Face Peril with a Smile
Cooking: Spicy Nashaki Colby called Iktet
Seekers: Mage Organization
Seekers: Spread across Idalos
Seekers: Enemy with the Coven
The Coven: Led by a Lich named Ellasin
Thomas Theodore Terrance: His Truth
Edalene Burnett: Her Truth
Aeodan Burnett: His Truth
Nji’Ihadi: Biqaj Clan
Nji’Ihadi: On the Ivorian Sea
Nji’Ihadi: Means Seeker of Dreams in Rakahi
Nji’Ihadi: Lineage knot, the firstborn ties a knot
Biqaj: Well known for siring twins
Nji’Ihadi: Twins are One Soul
Nji’Ihadi: Clan leader is married to his twin
Viden: The Lover’s Tree where Thomas carved his name
Cooking: Yogurt, a dairy dish from Athart.
Cooking: Peanut Butter, a Hiladrith Staple from ground peanuts
Andaris: A Farmer with an Adventurous Cow named Mable
Jacodon: The shape of their tracks
Rynmere: Rufus Maslow ‘Blackbird’ led a company of bandits
Rynmere: Maslow’s men were Burhan woodcutters
Heath Barclay: Only survivor of Blackbird’s Men
Temple: The Mighty Front Doors
The Shay: Religious Architecture
The Shay: The shape of their body
The Shay: Secret of their Sung Language
Shay’ava: Song
The Shay: Worshipped the Twelve Versus
The Shay: Farafan, the Many Mother
The Shay: Farafan, Of a million, million eyes.
The Shay: Farafan, Uniter and Spirit of Communication
The Shay: Grandfather Mountain
Tombs: The Smell of Old Decay
The Shay: Andrea Mason discovered Shay ruins
The Shay: Predate the Immortals
Farafan’s Temple: Filled with its Children
The Shay: Symmetrical and curved architecture
The Shay: religiously led by a Hierophant
The Shay: White Clay
The Originals: Arrived during the Shay Empire
The Originals: Responsible for the destruction of the Shay
The Shay: Built machines
Religion: The Brookridge Scripture in Ne’haer
The Originals: Pieren, Brelt'ek, Cierel, Luesco, A'tiel, Anox, and Delana.
Religion: Later Gospels do not Mention Delana
Religion: The Immortals’ Grand Pact
Religion: The Shadow Gospel, The Shirvain Bible, Desnid Doctrine, and the Thetros Scrolls
Humans: Shaped from the Originals
The Shay: The Key and the bound spirit
The Shay: Their Written Language is Song
The Shay: The inner Temple
Farafan: The heart of the Temple
Farafan: Driven mad with Lisirra’s poison, struck by Raskalarn
The Shay: The SongStone is Connected to the Verses
The Shay: The SongStone is given to one Hierophant Each
The Shay: Rough Locations of the other Temples
The Shay: Lyolon the Hierophant of Farafan
The Shay: Lyolon had a husband and daughter
The Shay: Civil War Over Religions when the Originals Came
The Shay: Koakul, Healer
The Shay: Children of Song
Farafan: A Body of Corpses
Edalene: The SongStone is inside her
Edalene: Can sing in the Voices of the Shay
Edalene: Can cure the venom of spiders and insects
Edalene and Aeodan: Marked with similar scars
Bellinos: Marked by the Death god.
Farafan Temple: Location

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One Body: Aeodan and Edalene are permanently linked now. While they are within the same city, they will share injuries. If farther away than that, only the scars and impressions of such wounds will find them. If one dies, so will the other.
Empathic Bond While in close proximity, Aeodan and Edalene will be able to feel eachother’s emotions as if they are their own. This can cause a fairly powerful echo chamber if they don’t learn to keep their inner selves separate. This can be mitigated with Discipline or Meditiation
SongStone While within the same room or close proximity, Aeodan can harness a small measure of the SongStone’s power.

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