The Vernal Ascendancy of Tacita An'Ryshe!

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edited July 2014 in Event Scrolls
PART 1 OF 3

(Glomdoring): You say, "Glomdoring, please start making your way to the Master Ravenwood."

<< MOVING >>

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 5 dark nighthags here. There are 4 black direwolves here. There are 5 illithoid scourges here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Covered in bone armour, a green eyelash viper is slithering about here. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A leopard lurks in the shadows, curiously watching anything that moves. Eddies of glittering flecks of ice swirl around the graceful form of a resplendent snow phoenix with wings of amethyst frost. A diminutive feline crouches here, wreathed in shadow. Insinuation of the Wyrd, Skeara An'Ryshe is here. Wyrden Snare Kirambe, Ward of Xenthos is here. She wields a rusty iron rapier in each hand. Arcanis n'Lochli of the Ravenwood stands here with the wind whipping furiously at his form. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand and a dark shield in the form of crow wings in his right. Tacita An'Ryshe is here, surrounded by a flurry of dancing cherry blossom petals. She wields a midnight skybloom in her right hand. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Shikari, the Predator lurks here, a tense, primal aura emanating from His form. Aleyah flaps her wings quickly, hovering in the air here. She wields a diamond and onyx violin in her left hand. Draped in the folds of bone-white robes, a tattooed savage idles here with predatory intent. Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament stands here, the air around him filled with an ominous ticking noise. He wields a jewelled viola of the setting sun in his left hand and a shadowfae tower shield in his right. Athree, Tender of Swarms is here, shrouded. He wields a scorpion stinger nekai in his left hand and an iron nekai in his right. Clad in matte black leather, a golden-eyed savage lingers here like a living shadow. Haezon The Black is here.
You see a single exit leading north.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking you over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"

<< WAITING SPAM >>

You see the following people here:
Skeara, Haezon, Celina, Tacita, Kirambe, Athree, Xenthos, Eliron, Arcanis, Aleyah, Anita, Aerdiya, Shikari, Karlach, Nyxx, Svorai.

Rialorm arrives from the down.
An illithoid scourge bows respectfully to Rialorm.
An illithoid scourge says, "Tidings, fellow Cultist."

Iorwen arrives, following Keeper Zilias Ysav'rai, Proselyte of the Wolf.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Zilias over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"

Rialorm inclines her head politely to those around her.

Zilias doffs a charred skull great helm cordially.

Iorwen inclines her head politely to those around her.

Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.

Celina bows her head and closes her eyes, radiating a brilliant healing aura.

(Glomdoring): You say, "I trust we are all here, then."

It's mid-morning in Lusternia.
The phase of the moon is the Waxing Crescent.

Today is the 24th of Estar, 388 years after the Coming of Estarra. The phase of the moon is the Waxing Crescent.

Uish arrives from the west.
A dark nighthag turns her gaze to Uish momentarily.

Aleyah flashes Uish a joyous smile.

Eliron flashes Uish a joyous smile.

Uish flashes Aleyah a joyous smile.

You have emoted: Svorai moves to the centre of the gathering slowly, her hands by her sides. As she moves, the bone adornments of her robes clink together. Turning in a circle, and gesturing with an upturned hand, she motions for silence.

You have emoted: Svorai Stormcrow's eyes fall on Tacita and she makes a subtle gesture to indicate she should stand beside her.

Tacita An'Ryshe rocks up onto her toes until she is just about tall enough to lean her forehead against Xenthos's. She remains there for a brief moment, her eyes closed. When she turns away, it is to drop a soft kiss onto the top of Skeara's head. Finally, she takes Eliron's hands in hers and smiles softly, before releasing him and turning. With a determined nod, she takes her place beside you.

Her voice clear as she addresses those present, you say, "Brethren, we are gathered today..." She smiles as she glances at Tacita again, "In celebration..." Her tone dips to solemnity as she says, "and in reflection."

With a flourish, Shikari draws a massive black halberd from the surrounding shadows.

Haezon removes a dashing black silver-plumed hat.

Lord Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Maestro of the Lament watches Tacita with a proud smile.

You have emoted: Svorai moves close to the Master Ravenwood and touches it with her fingertips. "The Glomdoring surges with power... power fed from the hands of each person present today. Through your efforts, the Master Ravenwood holds over five million power... enough to raise almost two Vernal Ascendants." Her fingertips fall and she draws her hand back to herself.

You say, "This wouldn't have been possible through the dedication of one, or a few." She says, opening her palms to indicate those gathered, "We are strongest when we are unified in heart and deed."

You have emoted: Svorai falls silent as her eyes fall on each person gathered.

Aleyah flaps her wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.

You say, "Tacita stands as one we wish to honour today with the gift of Vernal Ascendancy."

You have emoted: Svorai Stormcrow lowers her head as though introspective, and upon rising it, she smiles fondly and says to Tacita, "There are a great many things I would say to you, sister. You have been an inspiration to me, and many of the Dark Heart."

Tacita smiles softly.

You have emoted: Svorai Stormcrow steps back and says, glancing meaningfully at Karlach, "Though, I will let others say their part."

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel nods its head at you.

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt steps forward, eyes transfixed on Tacita. Carefully encircling with slow, methodical steps as he appraises with a judgemental eye.

The sound of wings flapping heralds a screeching murder of crows flying overhead.

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says to Tacita, "To our enemies, there are things that define each of us, that in the chaos of a battlefield are a signal of our presence. Symbols of fear, terror and uncertainty in their midst."

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt circles round once more, coming face to face with Tacita.

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says to Tacita, "The weapons we wield."

Karlach brandishes a dark cross katana menacingly.

Tacita An'Ryshe tilts her head as Karlach speaks, listening intently.

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says to Tacita, "The beasts we ride."

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel pats a monstrous wyvern with bat wings in a friendly manner.

A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says to Tacita, "The masks we wear."

With a flourish, Karlach slips a dark cross katana into the Belt of Klangratch.

Karlach removes a flame-wreathed stole of lustrous grey silk.
The steel of a flame-tongued savage's armour glows a molten yellow-orange as his entire body melts together. In a matter of heartbeats, the viscous liquid hardens around him, then cracks and crumbles away, revealing Karlach.

Karlach steps down off of a monstrous wyvern with bat wings.

You hear a rustling and turn to see Astraea emerging from the undergrowth.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Astraea hopefully.

A monstrous wyvern with bat wings bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt says to Tacita, "All these are symbols of how the world sees us, they serve purpose for what they do, but they are irrelevant to the symbol that is bestowed here, today, upon you."

Narrowing his eyes, his face deadpan without hint of expression or emotion, Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt says to Tacita, "You, Tacita An'Ryshe, are to become a symbol of the Glomdoring, the manifestation of the Wyrd embodied in flesh, chosen by those who walk amongst you. Whether in the field of battle, the wonders of the stage, the depths of Aetherspace or hunting prey wherever it is to be found, you are a banner of flame and shadow to be cast across the First World and beyond."

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt says to Tacita, "You will go from this place, and spread the glory of the Wyrd wherever you tread. You will go..."

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt turns his head, eyeing the gathering around him with a cold, unrelenting glare, before turning back to Tacita.

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt says to Tacita, "...and they shall follow. You have been raised in a time where we know not the luxury of comfort, our challenges are many and what you choose to do from here on is your call, and yours alone. But know that whatever tasks you set your hand to, you will have my support each step of the way."

Forge-born Karlach Stormcrow, Master of the Bloodhunt solemly nods to Tacita, before giving a sly grin and a knowing wink, before handing her a small piece of parchment and stepping back, taking his place once more admist the gathering.

Karlach gives a pale green sheet of stationery to Tacita An'Ryshe.

Karlach nods his head at you.

Speaking from the host gathered, you ask, "Will the Night Coven come forward and offer their words?"

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Darkest Celina appraises Tacita silently, a cruel and knowing smile playing across her features before she gives a vain toss of her hair and clears her throat.

Darkest Celina says, "Long is the memory of the Faethorn Realm, and yet longer is the memory of Night."

Darkest Celina says, "Great is the wisdom of the Spirits, and yet greater is the wisdom of Night."

To Tacita, Darkest Celina says, "You stand upon the precipice of a great blessing, and the Night stands beside you as witness."

Darkest Celina lifts her athame and places the edge upon Tacita's cheek.

Tacita An'Ryshe blinks, but does not flinch, holding herself tall and steady as the metal touches her.

Her voice rising to all that are gathered, Darkest Celina says, "The Conquering Darkness is capable of giving, but it is not prone to unconditional generosity. It remembers well the failings and successes of those who stand in its Great Shadow. It is equal parts unforgetting and unforgiving. It is as benevolent as it is cruel."

Darkest Celina moves her athame from Tacita's cheek and places the tip above her heart.

Approvingly, Darkest Celina says to Tacita, "Remember your triumphs: Avatar of the Silent Lord, former Regent of Glomdoring, Song of the Wyrd, Dirgesinger."

Darkest Celina jabs the tip of her athame savagely into Tacita's chest.

Her voice adopting a cruel darkness, Darkest Celina says to Tacita, "But do not forget your failings for they are manifold. First and foremost, your love of Xynthin, the Wyrden Glory, and that you allowed it to end your career as our Regent."

Tacita An'Ryshe lets out a grunt of pain, and lines tense in her face as she grits her teeth.

Darkest Celina removes the athame from Tacita's flesh, allowing the tip to linger above the wound.

Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.

Her voice cool and emotionless, Darkest Celina says to Tacita, "The Night watches, as She ever does and always shall do. You know better than most the fate of those that fail to fulfill Her purpose. Rise to Her expectations or fall at Her feet. The choice is yours. Know that you are bound to Her will so long as She will have you."

Turning back to the gathering, Darkest Celina says, "Let it be known that the Night Coven puts its full faith in Tacita An'Ryshe. May she serve our Mother's dark kingdom. May she bleed not blood, but glory itself."

Bowing her head, Darkest Celina says, "Let us pray."

Leau's exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and he falls into a deep sleep.

Leau opens his eyes and yawns mightily.

In a swift, fluid motion, Leau springs up from his hands to land crouched on his feet.

Tacita An'Ryshe bows her head and clasps her hands before her as blood continues to trickle down the front of her gown.

Darkest Celina says, "By Her grace we are marked as the Chosen, to baptize the Basin in an Endless Night, to bring the lost into the shadow, and offer them Her dark salvation. May the Night mark the path of Glomdoring's ascent."

Darkest Celina lifts her head, returning to the crowd once more.

You have emoted: Svorai Stormcrow nods at Celina and her eyes find Rialorm's from the crowd.

Tacita An'Ryshe lifts her head once more, and as her hair falls from her face it reveals an oddly warm smile which she directs at Celina.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as Father Sun's chase brings him closer to the world's edge.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow steps forward and bows before Tacita, hands clasped before her chest.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "Defender of the Wyrd, as you rise to be Glomdoring's next Vernal Ascendant, hold in your heart the values of Grandmother Scorpion."

Tacita An'Ryshe returns the gesture with a deep curtsey, the flame-like folds of her gown skirting the forest floor.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "She is Perfection, pure and simple. She is the speed of the Wasp, the one who strikes surely, swiftly, and decisively into her opponent. No mercy, no regrets."

Black Shuck, the Darkhound pads about the area, sniffing at the air.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "She is the innovation of the Beetle, the one who creates new techniques to confound and confuse the enemy. Tirelessly, she works to better herself in mind and in body."

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "She is the stealth of the Bat, who never fears the unseen and whose ways shroud her actions from her prey."

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "And she is the preparedness of the Spider, who patiently and carefully weaves her deadly web, ensnaring her opponents in her beautiful and inescapable embrace."

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "Grandmother Scorpion is the deadliest combatant."

As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.

Rialorm ceases to wield a twilit sky nekai in her left hand.

Rialorm ceases to wield a twilit sky nekai in her right hand.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow throws both her nekai forward, with an intense look of concentration on her face. She then bids the nekai to float in the air before her, psionic energy thrumming powerfully through the air.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow makes a small motion with her fingers and sends the two nekai flying past Tacita, cutting her shallowly along both forearms, from wrist to elbow. The nekai hover in the air behind Tacita, appearing as two wings that emergy from Tacita's shoulders.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "Scorpion's claws shall never release their grip. Her will is unshakable. May you find the strength always to pursue your prey with the drive of Scorpion. Once your hands have tasted their flesh, then may you finish them swiftly, with grace and power."

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow makes a grand, horizontal motion with her arms and then crouches down on her right leg, leaving the left leg outstretched to the side. As she crouches, the nekai behind Tacita swoop downward over Tacita's shoulders, then zoom between Tacita's legs and upwards again, arcing through the air in the shape of a scorpion's tail.

Tacita An'Ryshe stands still as her blood falls to the ground in wisps of shadowfire which dissipate as they alight on the ground.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow looks up abruptly, her eyes drawn towards the flying nekai. She brings her hands together in a praying position to her chest. In response to this motion, the nekai halt in their path and hover above Tacita's head.

A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "Her strike is deadly, her venom fatal. Grandmother Scorpion holds power over our emotion and our action. She is our wrath, our passion. She holds the power of judgement over others, through mercy or through death. Yet she is the enchantress that piques our senses with the exotic and unknown."

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow rises slowly, dropping her arms to the side in a slow, controlled manner. The nekai float gently back to her hands. The psionic pressure formerly present in the air dissipates, allowing the air to flow breezily once again.

Rialorm begins to wield a twilit sky nekai in her left hand.

Rialorm begins to wield a twilit sky nekai in her right hand.

The screeching of a crow echoes through the dark woods, sounding almost like harsh laughter.

Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow produces a glimmering beryl gem from the folds of her robes. She holds it between two of her fingers, allowing it to catch the light in a way that maximizes the gem's sparkle.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow looks at Tacita, her eyes coldly inquisitive.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow asks Tacita, "Will you serve the Wyrd through your faith and your blood?"

Holding out her bloodied arms, Tacita An'Ryshe says, "Always."

Rialorm gives a beryl gem to Tacita An'Ryshe.

Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "You have proven yourself worthy to Grandmother Scorpion by earning your station."

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow says to Tacita, "On behalf of the Cult of the Scorpion, I bless you, Vernal Ascendant."

Rialorm slides her opposing nekai against each other, causing an earsplitting screech to warble through the blades.

Athree's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Athree slides his opposing nekai against each other, causing an earsplitting screech to warble through the blades.

Tacita An'Ryshe inclines her head deeply in respect to the gathered Nekotai.

Mother Rialorm Stormcrow bows to the crowd before melting into the shadows. She disappears into the dense wood, leaving naught but silence in her wake.

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