Garnuk, the Floating Goblin Shark

ZyphoraZyphora :: the sun in her splendour ::Member Posts: 395 Transcendent
edited February 2016 in Event Scrolls
Welcome to Hallifax's new ephemeral, Garnuk!



Golden Serenity Teahouse.
Banks of clouds roil about here. A chandelier of gemstones and platinum shines in its own light. An 
unassuming cedar tea table rests here, a humble exemplar of balance and utility. There are 3 low, 
cushioned chairs of beryl-hued cedar here. A painting of Tosha the Meditative serving tea beneath 
the cherry tree is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall, with an inscription on a plaque on its frame. 
Colourful and exotic to behold, a jewel-toned paradise parrot preens diaphanous wings of cloud 
gossamer here, sweeping brushstrokes of rainbow colours dancing about her form. Archmage Falmiis 
Shevat is here, wreathed in crackling bolts of icy white lightning. He wields a golden whip of the 
pious in his left hand. Yehn is leaning her cheek on her hand as she thinks deeply. Lady Sylandra 
Shevat, Auspice of Winter is here. She wields a glowing powerstone in her left hand and a delicate 
crystal staff in her right. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see 
what is for sale.
You see exits leading north and down (closed door).

Unfamiliar elemental threads swirl around you, evaporating into ominous clouds.

Zyphora peers about herself unscrupulously.

Falmiis utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Sylandra peers about herself unscrupulously.

Zyphora says, "Did the rest of you see that?"

Yehn looks up at Zyphora curiously.

(Aeromancers): Ayisdra (from the Aetherways) says, "Did anyone else feel that?"

(Aeromancers): Zyphora says, "Yes."

(Aeromancers): Sylandra says, "Indeed."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "Hmm, feel what?"

(Aeromancers): Sylandra says, "Some sort of elemental thread nonsense."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "Ah, then it's just you guys."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "Because I felt nothing."

Archmage Falmiis Shevat frowns and says, "I did not feel anything."

(Aeromancers): Zyphora says, "Perhaps it is only Aeromancers who are attuned to the winds closely enough."

Yehn shakes her head.

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Aeya (from the Aetherways) says, "And possibly others tuned to the 
elements?"

(Ad-Hoc): Sylandra says, "Aeromancers gotta Aeromancy."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "Well, it's odd, because I'm currently an aeromancer."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "Well, kinda."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "I am trained in elementalism at the moment."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "I guess the elemental threads are more discerning than that -
chuckle-."

Zyphora frowns and says, "How odd."

(Aeromancers): Falmiis says, "I did not feel anything, but I am an Aerochemantic engineer."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "Ah, as am I."

[Covenant] (Symphonium): Doman says, "That might explain it."

Sylandra looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Yehn looks to Zyphora, quizzically curious.

Zyphora says, "We simply felt a disturbance in elemental forces."

Zyphora Windwhisper glances at Sylandra with a vague frown.

Sylandra shrugs her shoulders lightly, though her brow remains furrowed with concern.

Yehn folds her wings around her body, wrapping herself in a feathered embrace.

A surge of elemental power washes past you, laced with castellanus clouds.

In an undertone, Zyphora says, "Castellanus clouds..."

Archmage Falmiis Shevat frowns and says, "Perhaps we should see if the Elemental Plane of Air is 
well."

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter looks skeptical and says, "Very odd elemental powers at work 
today."

Sylandra nods her head at Falmiis.

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter says, "Perhaps the Wind Lords have some observations."

Zyphora says to Sylandra, "Usually such an atmospheric anomaly indicates incoming storms and things of 
that nature."

Comprehension flashes across Sylandra's face.

Archmage Falmiis Shevat says, "Unfortunately I do not have the same attunement to the Plane as most 
Aeromancers."

Zyphora makes a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

Zyphora says, "We shall go investigate."


The Seat of the North Wind.
A deep, ominous song hangs heavy in the air, warning of the presence of a war shrine of Isune nearby.
It is quite cool. A howling tempest of ice and wind surrounds the airy form of Zeforos, Lord of the 
North Wind. He is surrounded by a nimbus of power. A sinuous stormeater is here, sucking hungrily at 
the clouds. Colourful and exotic to behold, a jewel-toned paradise parrot preens diaphanous wings of 
cloud gossamer here, sweeping brushstrokes of rainbow colours dancing about her form. Yehn, M.TS is 
here. Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter is here. She wields a glowing powerstone in her left 
hand and a delicate crystal staff in her right. Archmage Falmiis Shevat is here, wreathed in 
crackling bolts of icy white lightning. He wields a golden whip of the pious in his left hand.
You see exits leading southeast, south, and southwest.

Falmiis inclines his head politely to Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind.
Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind explodes suddenly into howling winds of rage before reforming with a 
low moan.

Curtseying, Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter says to Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind, "Good 
day, Lord Zeforos."

Firmly, Zyphora says to Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind, "Zeforos of the North Wind, do you have any 
explanation for the odd atmospheric disturbances in the city of Hallifax?"
Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind says, "The North wind is cold and implacable. It does not forgive, 
nor does it forget."

Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind says, "The element has grown unbalanced."

Yehn tilts her head and listens intently.

Zyphora says, "How has this imbalance come about?"

Falmiis creases his brow in a frown.

A chill wind blasts around you as Ayisdra arrives from the south, borne by a swirling vortex of ice 
crystals.

Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind says, "Something disturbs the winds."

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter says, "'Something'? A person, or...?"

Zyphora says, "And what is this something? Have you any idea?"

A strange silhouette appears within the clouds, dark and ominous as it flashes past.

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter says, "Oh dear."

Zyphora's gaze narrows as it follows something's movement within the clouds.

Yehn pushes on the bridge of her spectacles lightly.

Still observing the surroundings warily, Zyphora says to Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind, "How may this 
disturbance be resolved?"

Arcs of coruscating energy undulate in ripples of icy white resplendency, coalescing into Zvoltz, 
the Architect.

He is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a shifting halo of multihued colours. His face is 
obscured by a simple mask of silver, shaped into a narrow shield that comes to a point at His chin. 
Held with slouched posture of someone at ease, His build is thin and skeletal yet unimposing. His 
fair skin is suffused with an ever-shifting current of lambent energy, bathing him is soothing grey 
light. He is wearing a circlet of fulminating lightning and robes of liquid silver.

Comprehension flashes across Sylandra's face.

Sylandra curtseys gracefully.

Yehn bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Zyphora curtseys gracefully before Zvoltz.

Falmiis bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide says, "Ah, so others have sense to disturbance as well."

Zyphora says, "Lord Zvoltz, how may we serve You? And yes, the Aeromancers practised in Aeromancy did 
feel something odd with the elements."

Looking slightly worried at the situation, Yehn quickly hides behind Falmiis.

Sylandra frowns, becoming more distraught at the Elder God's tone.

Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind says, "The disturbance is linked with the element but its source is 
foreign."

Zvoltz nods His head in agreement.

Zyphora nods her head slowly in understanding.

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter murmurs, "Do you suppose the other mages of the elements 
have noted similar disturbances on the Planes of Water, Earth, and Fire?"

Expression unreadable behind His mask, Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide says, "The disturbance is divine 
in nature. You may wish to summon with city, should it be a threat."

Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind says, "It roils within the air."

Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide says, "Yes, very helpful Zeforos."

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter looks surprised and says, "Divine? Goodness."

(Hallifax): Zyphora says, "We are currently upon the plane of Air, should any citizens wish to join us to 
defend ourselves against this strange elemental disturbance."

(Hallifax): Sylandra says, "It is Divine in nature, but we do not know what in particular we are 
facing."

The dark figure races through the clouds once again, carving a furrow in the airstream.

(Hallifax): Falmiis says, "Until we can confirm if it is hostile or not it is best that we have as 
many citizens prepared to defend our Plane and city as possible."

Zyphora Windwhisper lets out a slow hiss of breath as she clutches her staff, 
stepping closer to Zvoltz.

Aelanahi arrives from the south.

Zyphora says, "Do You believe that movement within the clouds is the source, Lord Zvoltz?"

Zvoltz makes a strange gesture with His hand, drawing a silver fishing pole from the clouds.

(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Omg they're finally releasing fishing."

Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide says, "Yes, it is."

Archmage Falmiis Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "We would need it to stop moving so that we can 
get a closer look at what it is."

The Shrouded Guide reaches back with the fishing pole, casting out a line of glowing silver energy 
into the clouds.

Sylandra watches the fluid movement of the fishing pole with something like bewilderment.

The Shrouded Guide tugs on the pole, teasing the line with an air of impatience.

Lady Sylandra Shevat, Auspice of Winter murmurs, "Whatever it is, it certainly is stubborn."

Archmage Falmiis Shevat frowns and says, "Or perhaps it doesn't wish to be drawn out."
Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes,
"But She was lovely, and all She touched became lovely, too.
And She touched the Architect's heart, a place that no other had claimed with their artistry."

::
"Or if you pick up something a little too heavy for you, does it hurt?
It is only a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself."

- Sunshine, by Robin McKinley

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  • IlianIlian Member Posts: 25 Apprentice
    What an awesome log! Welcome @Garnuk!
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