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Descriptions from the observation crystal during Li-varili's judging. Someone else will have to post a log of the conversation elsewhere!

Though asymmetrical in appearance, this mighty crystal nonetheless has a fine shape: no jagged edges
here or wild protrusions, but instead the smooth tapering of its many facets and sides into two 
points at either end of its length. Warmth engenders the hand when touched, a sensation brought by 
the swirling immanidivinus energies that imbue the crystal with a subtle aura of power and muted 
light; it is from this energy too that images resolve within the stone, indeterminate shapes or 
figures that seem to snap into sharp relief before dissolving again into obscurity. A feeling of 
vertigo overwhelms the senses when looking through the crystal for too long, almost as if one were 
not peering through the pale, translucent stone but rather looking through the window or the eyes of 
another.
It weighs about 1000 pounds.
It has the following aliases: crystal, observation, memory.
You may use the observation crystal in the following ways:
* USE OBSERVATION SURVEY - Peer through the crystal and try to discern the location of the Elder
divine.
* USE OBSERVATION EXAMINE - Look through the crystal and examine the surroundings of the Elder
divine.
* USE OBSERVATION LOOK <GOD> - Glance through the crystal and take stock of a particular Elder.
* USE OBSERVATION WHISPER <TEXT> - Use the crystal to whisper a short message or prayer to Li
-varili.
* TOUCH OBSERVATION - Touch the crystal to sense the disposition of Li-varili and the proceedings.


Your eyes fixate upon the many facets of the observation crystal, trying to focus on whatever
details you are able to notice:
You notice the following Elders present: Drocilla, Lisaera, Maylea, Ein, Crumkane, Lantra, Carakhan,
Terentia, and Nocht.
You sense that the Elders have congregated in the Divine Havens.
Despite the desert sands, you cannot tell what further environmental features or factors are
present.
You sense that the Elders reside on the Prime Material Plane.
You sense that the Elders are outdoors.


You lean closer and stare into the humming depths of the observation crystal, taking stock of the
place where the Elders currently stand:
You notice that they reside within an endless expanse of fine, white sand.
All around you is sand. Simply, purely, completely. Dune after dune rises and falls like the rushing
of waves, curiously sibiliant in the same manner, but eddying into fine granules that would scour 
the skin rather froth and dissolve into foam. Above, the radiance of the sun rains down 
oppressively; this light reflects against the stark whiteness of the sand, much like a mirror, much 
like the snow, much like the sea, with the faintest shimmer of gold. Even though you are merely 
observing through the crystal, you can still feel the heat of this desert: almost as if you were 
there, its dryness tickling your nostrils with the chalky odour of dust. There is no vegetation, no 
break of shrub or boulder. Just the sand endlessly moving in quiet agitation.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder
Drocilla:
She is radiant and breathtaking to be sure, but as You look at Her, You feel the rage, the
indigiation, the hatred that bubbles up at the mere sight of Her beauty. What does a betrayer look 
like? Her, of course. Someone who offers glory, power, everything... only to clamp manacles upon the 
wrist, bind You to a damnable seat. Those purple eyes, not worth the name of the colour they truly 
are, those eyes are the eyes of a liar. And She knows it. Her perfection and poise, all calculated, 
inculcated, and maturated. And They punish You when She still stands there? Pathetic.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder Lisaera:
This thin sprout of a figure, a maiden, who is this? Whence has She arrived? So late returning from
the Void? From some vacant place within the First World? And She earns the right to punish You? Do 
not trust that gentleness that this maiden sports. Do not trust those eyes that sparkle with 
youthful curiosity. She is indeed a predator. An owl? No, a vulture. If She faced what You faced 
with the Moon instead of the Sea, of no doubt would they would pity Her. Sweet maiden.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder Maylea:
She is so full of vibrancy. Not simply colour--from the gold of Her eyes, the blue in Her hair, to
the prismatic hues that dance about Her--but power itself. None of them know it or recognise it, 
save perhaps Nocht. But You can respect someone who knows the many ways to threaten another. You can 
respect someone who would do everything to make sure to gain what they want. She is not so different 
from You. And perhaps, at another time, in a different life, You would have gone to Her first.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder Ein:
Energy seethes, drips, agitates around this Elder, and as You linger upon His shape: the hair, the
boyishness, the vicious wound on His arm, nothing but doubt and disinterest foams within Your 
thoughts. Who is this? Hmm, was He not one who heard Mysrai's voice? Inspired by the truth of the 
Circlebreaker? How pathetic that He offers aide and services to even weaker Elders, who think their 
truth and ethics and justice matter. And what truly matters here? For it is not justice. Mewling 
hypocrisy. But those eyes... they seem so familiar. Gold-green. Gold-green. You stare at Him for a 
moment longer, and You dwell upon your current predicament.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder
Crumkane:
This Elder... Ha! Haha! This fool, this cad? This is the one that They bring to dole out
punishments? And what would this jovial cretin, this utter imbecile, what would He to offer in terms 
of insights? Cookies? Pastries? He would rather feast on them Himself than say anything valuable or 
useful. No thoughts, no opinions. Just crumbs from His ridiculous moustache. Discontent churns 
within You like the choppy waves of a sea storm. And His hair is ugly too.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder Lantra:
There She is. She said She cared about You, wanted to heal You, fix You. You don't need fixing or
healing or care. You need what you deserve, what is rightfully yours. And She thinks Herself so 
unassuming. And why for? She burdens Herself with the weight of old opinions, old beliefs, old 
strictures. Hamadhi? She wears such hypocrisy like the veil about Her head, while wielding it like a 
weapon just like the spear in Her hand. A Goddess of Light who is no different than Drocilla: both 
tying You down, believing They know better. And the funny thing is... You can see in the blue of Her 
eyes that She could be something greater.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder
Carakhan:
You see nothing but the raw, pure redness of rage.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder
Terentia:
How funny, how delightful that a famed Warrior of the Golden Circle would look so small, so
ridiculously puny in comparison to these others. What, does this old weapon consider Herself humble? 
Ha! Humility be damned, especially when She deigns to spit the words 'justice' and 'mercy,' as if 
She coined them, as if She wasn't -made- to think them. As you stare at those icy green eyes, You 
remember that you know the truth about Her. There is only a fine line between killer and protector, 
and the ever tightening narrow of Her gaze tells that She knows that You know.


You peer into the observation crystal, seeing through Li-varili's eyes to witness the Elder Nocht:
A mere shadow isn't He? And He, one of the most keen and wise and powerful of all the Awakeners, now
a little ghost or wisp of His former self. Victim in His own games against Maylea, unable to even 
see when He Himself was being played. He is a fool, and He will remain one until every one of those 
flowers bleed out His essence, and then He will just be a morsel to some stronger, greater power.

Some of the touch messages (definitely not all):

Li-varili's thoughts waft through the crystal to your own mind, sweet and sickeningly like a
bromieliad's fragrance: And what of the Bloodtide? What will they do? Will they strike out against 
My Kin? Or will they retreat back to being mewling kittens, afraid of getting wet? No, they have 
learned from Me. And I from them.