Lumnis Commune in Icemule Jan 12 2018
Winter comes to Icemule with vengeance. The log is posted for the Lumnis Commune in Icemule where they encounter a hooded woman … and it does not end the way you expect! At the officials:
Category: Towns
Topic: Icemule TraceDate: 01/14/2018 11:38 AM CSTFrom: BAUMT1Subj: Lumnis Commune 1.12.18 Winter comes to Mule With a Vengeance.(Note: A commune performed to the Arkati, Lumnis in the room dedicated to Lumnis in the Icemule Temple. All mess ups are the editor’s fault, not the PCs or GM due to this being my first attempt at editing a log.)Arnylon recites:
“Those who are heading to the temple please join with me”
Arnylon recites:
“We will be heading to the temple in a few moments. About 20 more seconds if any wish to join”
Oubar recites:
“This is going to be a quiet affair, and we’d ask that those not directly involved quiet themselves as much as possible to get the best results”
Arnylon recites:
“Moving out.”
Arnylon says, “Before we begin one thing please….”
Arnylon says, “Please be resectful during the ceremony and attempt to keep all comments and movements as minimal as possible. Thank you for showing and the decorum we all know you will bring to bear.”
Eruheran grabs a mottled crimson winter rose from a small vaalin-threaded pocket inside of his niveous wool greatcloak.
Arnylon recites:
“We gather here to both honor and petition the Lady of Wisdom.
Please join in support of Lady Gillieath, Priestess of Lumnis,
Who shall be guiding our thoughts and questions in the quest for knowledge and wisdom.”*lots of roses being passed out to the attendees*
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “Priestess, it is your show.”
Dardosei glances at Gillieath and clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Kotin turns to face Gillieath.
Kotin bows to Gillieath.
Gillieath smiles at Arnylon.
You glance at Gillieath and clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
Brokkrsten removes a gold-embossed white leather prayerbook inset with an Eye-of-Koar emerald from in his canvas mining pack.
Arnylon bows to Gillieath.
Gillieath quietly says, “We are going to ask. That when I kneel after trying to commune with My Lady that you place these roses on the altar.”
Gillieath quietly says, “We are passing what we have out.”
Gillieath removes a bright cobalt winter rose from in her ice blue sylvan surcote.
Gillieath quietly asks, “Who does not have a rose?”
Brokkrsten put a gold-embossed white leather prayerbook inset with an Eye-of-Koar emerald in his canvas mining pack.
The voice of Avalor says, “Must we all have a rose priestess? I’m simply here for study.”
Gillieath quietly says, “It is not required.”
Pietra smiles at Gillieath.
Dinaden bows.
(Gillieath walks to the altar and then turns to face everyone.)
Gillieath quietly says, “I am a simple Priestess of Lumnis.”
You listen carefully to Gillieath.
You turn to face Gillieath.
Gillieath nods at Dardosei.
Brokkrsten removes a gold-embossed white leather prayerbook inset with an Eye-of-Koar emerald from in his canvas mining pack.
A sprinkle of silver-hazed lights dance about the room, dissipating with a faint murmur.
Dardosei smiles.
Gillieath quietly says, “I shall do my best to request her help.”
You close your eyes for a moment.
Gillieath quietly says, “My Lady has ever been there for me. So I pray she will be here for all of us.”
Brokkrsten quietly recites several passages of litany from his prayerbook.
(Gillieath turns to face the Altar.)
You gently close an ora-bound white leather prayerbook.
Brokkrsten whispers to the group, “Kneel.”
*tons of kneeling*
Gillieath quietly says, “A moment please while i clear my mind.”
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
Arnylon clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Gillieath removes a red cedar Lumnis figurine from in her ice blue sylvan surcote.
Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.
Gillieath raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison…
Gillieath gestures at a red cedar Lumnis figurine.
Gillieath falls into a deep trancelike state while muttering softly, the exact words you cannot discern. After a few silent moments, Gillieath calmly opens her eyes.
The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, a lute-shaped tendril of smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of gold.
Gillieath put a red cedar Lumnis figurine in her ice blue sylvan surcote.
Gillieath removes a silvery white winter rose from in her blue glaes case.
Gillieath smiles.
Gillieath quietly says, “Lady Lumnis I offer you a rose as a symbol nof your garden.”
Gillieath put a silvery white winter rose on a vaalin altar.
Gillieath nods.
Gillieath nods.
Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.
Gillieath quietly says, “If the other cleric would place the other four roses.”
Gillieath quietly says, “At this time please.”
Brokkrsten stands up.
Arnylon stands up.
You stand back up.
You take a few steps toward a vaalin altar.
Brokkersten reverently places his bright yellow winter rose on the floor.
Eruheran reverently places a mottled crimson winter rose on the floor.
Gillieath quietly says, “Beam.”
Arnylon carefully places a deep violet winter rose on the floor.
Gillieath quietly says, “Oh my gosh.”
Gillieath bursts into tears!
Gillieath kneels down.
Arnylon kneels down.
Dinaden kneels down.
Gillieath quietly asks, “Lady Lumnis, we seek your wisdom. An ancient tome, “A History of Ancient Sorcery”, penned by Daukhera Darkflorr, appears to have created a portal to another dimension or plane. Through this portal many attacks on innocents have been made and within the portal we see a chained figure shackled with veil iron. Should we seek a way to free it of its bonds? We seek your wisdom in finding a way to close or destroy the portal and the sorcerous tome. How might we do this?”
You drop a crimson winter rose.
Tyrrah reverently places a creamy ivory winter rose on the floor.
Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.
A silvery, light blue mist rolls into the room.
Gillieath quietly says, “Lady Lumnis knowledge is needed to cure Icemule’s Mayor, Nihala. After reading the tome for a length of time an affliction has possessed Nihala. Please guide us Lady of Knowledge and wisdom on how we might seek the cure.”
Gillieath gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Gillieath bursts into tears!
Brokkrsten kneels down.
(Gillieath dashes away tears from her cheeks.)
You kneel down.
Gillieath quietly says, “Finally, dearest Lady of Wisdom: Please guide me my Lady as you always have on how the people of Icemule, who have suffered great loss because of the tome’s discovery, may best be helped.”
You close your eyes for a moment.
Gillieath quietly says, “I most fervently thank you for your Patience as we seek your help in gaining the knowledge we need.”
Gillieath hangs her head.
Gillieath folds her hands in her lap.
You sense a gentle stillness as you await the answers you seek…
Brokkrsten takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.
Arnylon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.
Dardosei takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. A faint aura flickers around him.
Gillieath rubs some polished moonstone prayerbeads in her hand.
Brokkrsten continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Gillieath continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Eruheran continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
Arnylon touches Gillieath.
Arnylon continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Brokkrsten beseeches his deity for some divine assistance.
Gillieath smiles.
Gillieath appears contemplative, listening to something far away.
Gillieath gazes heavenward.
(Gillieath eyes fill with tears that roll down her cheeks.)
The blue, swirling mists congeal into a faint form of a tall, robed, elderly woman. She gazes upon the crowd, but you are uncertain what expression she has upon her face.
(Gillieath gazes with unabashed joy at the woman.)
Gillieath glances at a vaalin altar.
The offerings vanish in a bright light!
You smile.
You beam!
Arnylon tilts his head down.You close your eyes for a moment.
Gillieath reaches out and touches her vaalin scroll symbol.
Gillieath blinks.
Gillieath appears entranced.
Gillieath nods.
A voice, once quiet, speaks louder, and more annoyed. “To close a gate, one must find the key. Why do you bring such obvious questions to me?”
The vision of the robed woman is disturbed and swirls away as the color of the mist about the room begins to change…
Gillieath quietly says, “I beg your pardon My Lady. It was felt we needed more guidance in the which direction we should seek the guidance.”
Gillieath blinks.
Gillieath gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Gillieath quietly says, “My tongue is tied my speech is poor I fear my Lady.”
From within the swirling mist, which now changes color to off-white, you hear what sounds like giddy giggling.
Gillieath quietly says, “Ahhh.”
A voice echoes, “The tome came from me, and soon you will see…”
The mist swirls around you, comforting you, caressing you.
In the mist, you see the shadowy form of a young man in simple silk robes. You also notice some scars near his hands, but he tries to hide them. A smile crosses his face.
Arnylon asks, “Charl, how might we destroy the arch and the tome?”
The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, a sword-shaped tendril of black edged in silver smoke meanders up through thick a blanket of ebony.
Arnylon clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
The figure seems to read your thoughts and says, “The arch came from me… What fun it will be!” The man laughs giddily, like a schoolboy in love.
Arnylon says, “Mularos you have no place here.”
The figure abruptly turns to face Arnylon.
Arnylon rubs his Charl symbol.
Brokkrsten holds his prayerbook away from his body, as if warding off some unwanted spirit.
Dinaden raises his prayer beads adoringly to his lips.
Arnylon says, “My faith is strong I fear you not. Charl, hear my prayer.”
The man says, “You… you want to destroy my creations?” The white mist roils and begins to burn at your skin.
You touch your white pearl chaplet lightly, pondering the messages of Lorminstra.
Eruheran winces.
A pained expression crosses Barreaus’s face.
Laralana cringes.
You feel the blood drain from your face.
Arnylon says, “I do not want to destroy your creations. I shall destroy them.”
Gillieath glances east.
Arnylon says, “Charl hear my prayer.”
Kotin says, “I seek to attain knowledge.”
Dinaden bows his head and chants a short prayer, causing bright golden and blue light to momentarily coalesce in front of him.
Gillieath sighs.
Gillieath gazes heavenward.
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
Gillieath quietly says, “Thank you My Lady Lumnis.”
Arnylon intones a mystical orison, petitioning for the aid of his patron.
Arnylon gets a frustrated look on his face.
Gillieath hangs her head.
You touch Gillieath.
Dirvy reaches out and touches her emerald Imaera symbol.
Eruheran indicates his agate scroll pendant with a smile.
Kotin smiles as he speaks just above a whisper, “Who is the shackled slender form?
Gillieath quietly says, “I do not know who else may be here. I feel my Lady has left.”
Pietra gazes respectfully at Arnylon.
Gillieath quietly says, “But something seems to be here.”
You agree with Gillieath.
Tyrrah agrees with Gillieath.
The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, a wisp-shaped tendril of green smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of red.
Rendena softly says, “I will not help with this.”
You stand back up.
You walk toward Gillieath.
You touch Gillieath.
Gillieath stands up.
Gillieath smiles at you.
You bravely hold back your tears, your eyes glistening with pain.
Gillieath quietly says, “I hope it was of some help to you.”
You feel something like someone rubbing you gently.
You turn to face Gillieath.
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “We thank you, Priestess.”
Gillieath smiles at you.
Arnylon stands up.
Arnylon bows to Gillieath.
Eruheran glances around the room.
Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, “We thank you Priestess.”
The figure grows impatient, and also seems to be fighting back a sort of gold-white glow from behind the altar.
You softly say, “We are in your debt.”
Gillieath quietly says, “I did nothing. My Lady is who to thank.”
You glance at Gillieath and clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
Gillieath quietly says, “Look.”
Eruheran chants a short but reverent orison, asking for justice to be served.
You turn to face a vaalin altar.
Gillieath points at a vaalin altar.
You gaze with interest at a vaalin altar.
Gillieath quietly says, “That figure.”
Gillieath quietly asks, “May I help you?”
Gillieath quietly says, “I am Gillieath. Servant of my Lady Lumnis.”
You clasp your hands in a reverent gesture.
(Gillieath steps toward the altar.)
The figure yells, “I created the tome. I created the arch. What of it?”
Mylenna asks, “Is this Daukhera?”
Gillieath quietly says, “That was an achievement.”
The figure snorts. “Daukhera is a mortal.”
Gillieath quietly asks, “Do you know it harms us?”
The figure laughs. “I revel in that which harms you, child.”
You softly ask, “Why does your creation hurt and kill innocents?”
Gillieath quietly asks, “Why?”
You softly ask, “Why?”
Mylenna asks, “Then who is this?”
The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, an artist’s brush-shaped tendril of black smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of grey.
Brokkrsten holds his prayerbook away from his body, as if warding off some unwanted spirit.
The figure laughs. “Why do you ask answers for the obvious?” You hear the clang of shackles nearby, and the scent of ozone fills the air. It’s as if another presence is trying to force its way in.
The figure says, “He who says he does not fear suffering at my hand is a fool.”
You softly say, “We seek that which you claim is the key.”
Arnylon says, “Eryael, is that you? Suffering seems your line.”
Eruheran chants a short but reverent orison, asking for justice to be served.
Avalor says, “I do not fear.”
Brokkrsten chants a short but reverent orison, asking for justice to be served.
Gillieath quietly asks, “You are not all you would like us to believe I think. Who is there with you?”
The figure speaks in a child-like fashion. “The key has already been given to you, dearie!” He then giggles.
Gillieath quietly says, “There should be a purpose.”
Gillieath nods.
Oubar asks, “What is the purpose for this suffering? What is it that you’re hoping to accomplish?”
Flickering to-and-fro, the alabaster candle continues to burn.
(Gillieath steps back to let the people of Icemule see and hear better.)
There is a blinding flash of white light and a shout of “NO!” Suddenly, the form of Lumnis stands before you, though she appears to be struggling to stay materialized.
You kneel down.
Gillieath gasps.
Gillieath kneels down.
You softly say, “My lady.”
Arnylon kneels down.
Eruheran bows to a vaalin altar.
Gillieath quietly exclaims, “My Lady!”
(Arnylon bows to the Lady of Wisdom.)
Gillieath continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Arnylon bows.
Gillieath quietly exclaims, “Offer her your Prayers!”
You murmur some prayers under your breath.
Gillieath quietly says, “Pray for our Lady.”
Gillieath continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Eruheran continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
Arnylon clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Rendena continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Arnylon continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Gillieath touches her moonstone prayerbeads lightly as she ponders.
Dardosei bows.
Avalor gazes heavenward.
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
Dardosei clasps his hands in a reverent gesture.
Eruheran rubs a multicolored agate scroll pendant in his hand.
Dirvy inclines her head.
Sothog continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Brokkrsten continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Dirvy continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Barreaus continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Selaesia continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Dardosei looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.
Keriline continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Gillieath raises her moonstone prayerbeads high, shouting the name of Lumnis to the heavens.You quietly whisper to Gillieath, “Maybe we do need to give her the tome page.”
Arnylon touches Gillieath.
Arnylon says, “Lend her your strength.”
Gillieath nods to you.
You beseech Lorminstra for some divine assistance.
Dinaden continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “Stand firm.”
Brokkrsten touches Gillieath.
Gillieath quietly says, “Give it to her Enes.”
Brokkrsten holds his prayerbook away from his body, as if warding off some unwanted spirit.
Gillieath stands up.
Loosening the drawstrings, you open your green treasure pouch, making it easier to retrieve what is stored inside.
In the green treasure pouch you see a torn yellowed page.
You remove a torn yellowed page from in your green treasure pouch.
The hooded woman says, “I can only hope that contact was helpful, for I can provide no further answers to your questions. To heal your Mayor, send a servant of Lorminstra to the place where the dwarves dwell and retrieve a symbol of her power. You will understand how to use it in time…
You put a pale jade green treasure pouch in your golden satchel.
The figure turns and the room shakes!
The ground beneath you violently shakes and rumbles causing you to fall flat on your back!
*pretty much everyone else falls as well*
Gillieath falls to the ground!
You put a torn yellowed page in your pristine white vestment.
When your vision recovers, the figure is gone.
Gillieath gazes heavenward.
Tyrrah whispers to the group, “To close a gate you need a key. That was the clue. The key is the tomb. Gates and Keys need keepers – where they lead to or what the real question? What pushed the priestess Lady away, was the Master Crafter of both gate and key.”
Tendrils of golden smoke flutter up from the alabaster candle, weaving around each other into the shape of a crown.
Gillieath stands up.
Gillieath glances at a vaalin altar.
Gillieath quietly says, “I have no idea.”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “We know much now.”
Gillieath smiles weakly.
Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, “We do. thank you so much.”
You recite softly:
“If you have offerings please place them now”
*almost everyone assembled places a rose near the altar*
Speaking softly to Gillieath, you ask, “Is there anything we can do for you My Lady?”
Tendrils of bright gold smoke flutter up from the alabaster candle, weaving around each other into the shape of an anvil.
Speaking to you, Oubar says, “Thank you so much for taking this on by yourself.”
Speaking to you, Arnylon says, “Good luck. We’ll all be rooting for you.”
Speaking to you, Brokkrsten says, “We wish ya the best of luck. Set a ring before ya go.”
Speaking kindly to you, Maylan says, “It was so lovely knowing you. Do have fun in the afterlife.”
Speaking amusedly to Zavala, Kaladriel says, “Time da get out yuh ole prayer book, we gonna need anudder cleric soon.”
Some lingering white mist seems to follow you.
Arnylon whispers to the group, “Shall we retire to the arch?”
Speaking quietly to you, Tyrrah says, “This holy place, wil drain the spirit.”
Arnylon says, “Moving.”
The bustling town comes together in this square. Halflings dressed in varying fashions stand about. One ancient halfling leans against the base of the large ice statue of a mule, snoring blissfully. You also see the black Nasupel disk, the Draegos disk, an impish taiga spirit (flying), the Tawariell disk, the Kittai disk, a massive midnight black panther, the Eoghain disk, a bacon-wrapped blood pudding donut, a plain brass coffer, a chewy dark brown hermit bar, a chewy dark brown hermit bar, a thick frosted glass mug, a thick frosted glass mug, a vine-carved cherrywood cart with some stuff on it, a wide electrum arch, a rhimar trash receptacle, a colorful silver-bound barrel emblazoned with a row of tiny grey penguins, a carved ice bench with some stuff on it and a blanket of snow.
Also here: Great Lady Gillieath, Maven Brokkrsten, Pietra, Originator Oubar, Dardosei, Maylan, Sothog, Dinaden, Mylenna, High Lady Keriline, Master Barreaus, Maiden Tyrrah, Patriarch Eruheran, Laralana, Avalor, Zavala, Executrix Dirvy, Selaesia, Arnylon, Draegos, Cristivina, Grand Lord Rhangath, Tawariell, Kittai, Nyxanu (sitting), Quiklen, Eoghain
Obvious paths: north, east, south, westZavala says, “I’m exhausted and I didn’t DO anything.”
You recite softly:
“Please show your gratitude to Lady Gillieana”
Gillieath taps Arnylon lightly on his shoulder.
Gillieath quietly asks, “Do you follow Charl?”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “Thank you for calling forth on your Lady.”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “I do.”
Speaking to Gillieath, Oubar says, “Thank you very much.”
Gillieath quietly says, “I think you will be needed.”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon asks, “For what….?”
Gillieath quietly says, “Something from the deep is required. My Lady said. For the Mayor… but right then the symbol of charl was raised.”
Gillieath quietly says, “His Trident.”
Cruxophim cocks his head at Arnylon.
Gillieath quietly says, “Just after she told us about the deep.”
Gillieath quietly says, “Also… did anyone notice she said there was another Tome.”
Speaking softly to Cruxophim, Dirvy says, “Not sure, but at least a path was laid.”
Cruxophim gestures at some knee-high strapped black boots.
Cruxophim holds his two open hands before him, fingers splayed, as a brilliant white ball of light forms between them. When the ball glows so brightly that it begins to singe his skin, he unleashes the radiance before him and it instantaneously spreads throughout the entire area!
The radiant burst of light engulfs Laralana!
* Laralana drops dead at your feet!
A nearby goodwife screams, “Murder!”.
The radiant burst of light engulfs Gillieath!
* Gillieath drops dead at your feet!
A nearby goodwife screams, “Murder!”.
*lots more people hit or missed with the spell, edited out*
You hear someone laugh.
Cruxophim slowly notes, “Ooops.”
Cruxophim frowns.
The Halfling deputy meanders in, with a number of weapon-wielding deputies behind him.
With great ease, the Halfling deputy grabs Cruxophim and shackles his wrists.
“There you are! I got a tip that I’d find you here,” says the Halfling deputy.
The Halfling deputy then drags him off.
Methais asks, “What happened?”
Rhangath says, “Crux killed everyone.”
Pietra says, “This bodes not well for ambassadoring.”
Methais says, “Good job Crux.”
The alabaster candle continues to burn. As it flares momentarily, an artist’s brush-shaped tendril of black smoke meanders up through a thick blanket of grey.
Tyrrah recites quietly:
“Can someone see to the wound Gillieath suffered?”
Gillieath quietly says, “Thank you.”
Gillieath quietly says, “He is off.”
Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, “I am sure it was accidental.”
Speaking to you, Oubar says, “Probably.”
“
Gillieath quietly asks, “Why did he leave?”You quietly whisper to Eruheran, “Mularos.”
Gillieath quietly says, “He could have healed people.”
Speaking softly to Gillieath, you say, “It was a lovely communion.”
Gillieath quietly asks, “Did you notice she said there was another tome?”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “Yes.”
Gillieath quietly asks, “What other tome? Do you know?”
You shake your head.
Gillieath rubs Tyrrah tenderly.
Gillieath taps Arnylon lightly on his shoulder.
Arnylon peers quizzically at Gillieath.
Gillieath quietly says, “Arnylon, I think you should be part of whatever expedition goes seeking what can cure the Mayor.”
* Cruxophim was just vaporized!
Gillieath quietly says, “I do not know why I feel it but I do.”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “I will accompany her. I just am not very comfortable beneath mountains.”
Gillieath quietly says, “I do not think the cure is beneath mountains.”
Gillieath quietly asks, “Did she say mountains?”
You nod at Gillieath.
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “Where dwarves dwell. That is either Zul Logoth or Teras.”
The sky is filled with a blanket of low clouds, pale and unmoving. Sounds seem muffled and the air feels thick and takes on a quiet stillness.
Gillieath quietly asks, “Or in the deep?”
Gillieath quietly says, “For the cure.”
Gillieath quietly asks, “Or a key?”
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon says, “That may mean temple Nelemar.”
A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.
*lots of people knocked down by the wind*
Eruheran says, “Ready weapons.”
Arnylon exclaims, “May the storm grow worse!”
Speaking to Cruxophim, Tawariell says, “I wonder if you made it happy with your chaos.”
Gillieath quietly says, “I believe you can trust the part that Lady Lumnis said.”
Cruxophim recites:
“Sorry all! If you were harmed or killed in that little accidental outburst, feel free to JOIN me.”
You strain to call peaceful spirits to this place, but something seems to have frightened them away.
Draegos hoarsely says, “Aye, why else would it settle here? Where corpses are brought and raised. It’s saturated in death.”
Speaking to Cruxophim, Arnylon says, “You ruined my hair.”
Gillieath looks thoughtfully at Cruxophim.
Gillieath taps Cruxophim lightly on his shoulder.
Speaking to Gillieath, Arnylon asks, “Do you intend to seek the cure as well?”
Gillieath quietly says, “I wish you would have gone with the Mayor is Possessed theory.”
Cruxophim grins at Gillieath.
Gillieath quietly says, “I have seen My Lady Lumnis this night.”
Gillieath quietly says, “I need to go and give thanks and rest.”
Gillieath quietly says, “This is most disconcerting.”
*at this point people began wandering away from Town Center. A few more quakes and wind gust and the arch seemed to quiet. At one point an overwhelming feeling of the arch being “Happy” was felt*