A place to keep all the shorter logs of people being accosted for RP in Serenwilde. I debated a while on whether to post these, but I'm hoping this will draw more people to post their own logs!
1. Tristanna and the Avatars
You have emoted: Aramel tilts her head back, gazing at the midnight sky. "Quiet
night," she offers in observation. "At least we are past the time of the New Moon,
Tristanna nods her head sagely.
Tristanna Myeras says, "Hey, I was up on Ethereal with Remm and Kendra,
introducing them to the avatars..."
Tristanna Myeras says, "Speaking of new moon, and Luna seems to be more new
moonie now than waxing. I thought it was odd."
You have emoted: Aramel tilts her head as she emerges from her momentary reverie.
"Oh?" she asks. "What do you mean when you say Luna is the New Moon?"
Tristanna beckons you to her.
A stand of fruit trees between spring and summer.
Jagged arcs of vivid red light pierce the air, cast from a war shrine of Maylea
nearby. Thick dreamy cotton clouds are spread across the firmament. Luna, the
First of the Maidens kneels on the ground and plays with a squirrel. There are 2
Ladies of the Sterling Light here. A birch sapling clings tenaciously to the
ground here. Garbed in a shroud of shifting moonfire, a Ward of the Silver
Trinity stands guard, eyes blackened with storm clouds.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and northwest.
You curtsey gracefully before Luna, the First of the Maidens.
Luna, the First of the Maidens cackles hellishly.
With long, black hair woven with flowers, Luna is a young elfen just entering
womanhood. Thin and petite, she is dressed in a simple yellow shift that sparkles.
She is barefoot, and upon her brow are two silver crescents on either side of a
circle that glows with a bright silver light. Luna is an aspect of Moon Spirit
herself and encompasses all the youth and freshness of the new moon. Flowers
bloom at her feet, birds flock around her and all of nature rejoices in her
Luna, the First of the Maidens exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
Comprehension flashes across your face.
Tristanna Myeras says to you, "When I look at her, I get a sense of the new moon,
I could have sworn it used to be waxing."
You say to Tristanna, "I do not recall, in truth, but the new moon and the waxing
are not so different. A mere sliver of silver in the night sky is all that
Tristanna nods her head at you.
Lightly, you ask, "What's in a name, after all?"
Tristanna Myeras says, "I remember, not long after I cam through the portal of
fate, Ryylaet and Lleuke had a big discussion about Albion being as fierce as the
dark moon instead of waning."
You say, "And yet, you know that my belief has always been that Albion is both
the strongest and weakest of the three."
You have emoted: A faint smile crosses Aramel's face as she says, "Luna is the
Maiden, who brings growth and renewal, and nothing changes her nature. And Selene
is the Mother, who teaches the young and keeps our history, and she too is
unchangeable. But without the Maiden and Mother to defend, Albion turns into only
destruction instead of protection."
Tristanna Myeras says, "I'm just concerned that mother night is gaining in power.
You have emoted: Aramel regards Tristanna for a long moment, her grey eyes
seeking yours. "So we all fear," she murmurs, "Especially in times when our
enemies walk emboldened among these woods and strike at us with our blades." She
looks away from you then, up at the crescent moon in the sky. "I used to be
terrified of the New Moon, when I was a novice," she says, in a seeming non-
Tristanna tilts her head towards you, "You're not terrified now? What happened?"
You have emoted: Aramel ponders for a moment, and says, "The new moon is the one
night when Mother Night reigns - or so I thought. But does that not also mean
that for all the other days of the month, Mother Moon shines in the sky? By
thirty to one she prevails against the darkness. And every new moon we know that
soon the morning and evening will come again, and there, in a bright sliver, the
moon will rise."
Tristanna smiles softly, "What was old, is made new. Everything comes due again."
You have emoted: Aramel smiles at you, her gaze steady. "As it is above, so it is
below," she says quietly, looking around at the verdant green of the forest in
the morning light. "So it is with you and I, who hold this forest in our keeping.
As long as we still live here and do not abandon these woods, they cannot prevail.
All else is just details."
Tristanna glances at the sun and the passage of time, "Alas, I need to return my
rest. Will likely be a quiet month for me."