This series of logs all took place this afternoon, and are compiled from a number of viewpoints, so I've tried to make everything third person. Mad kudos to the admin who pitched in and made it possible - @Isune
and potentially anyone else. It was loads of fun!
School of Harmonic Arts.
Banks of clouds roil about here. The walls drop away on either side of this circular chamber, allowing a view outwards into the firmament and the gleaming city of Hallifax. Underfoot, the floor is gleaming onyx: to either side, curling lines of silver-set enameling curve across the arched doorway leading back into the University proper. Gentle chiming noises sound out from the floor; a large instrument of golden wood rises from the centre of the floor, string stretched taut across the curving frame. From outside, the wind batters at the walls of the Collegium, echoing out scales of crystalline music notes as it strikes the massive windowpanes. Professor Nann Baruwski rests here eyeing her surroundings with a critical air. She wields a small crystalline harp.
Professor Nann Baruwski is an elderly dwarf lady with an air of extreme self-possession. Her silver-white hair has been done up in an elegant bun, with a small red bonnet topping her head. Two sizeable braids of silver drape from the sides of her cheeks, impeccably groomed and neatly tied with thin ribbons of black and crimson. Her cheeks are firm and ruddy, and framing her twinkling green eyes are a pair of delicate spectacles that rest atop her proud, round nose. A comfortable red dress with ebony buttons adorns her ample figure, over which she has thrown an elegant black shawl. A pair of neatly polished raised- heel shoes completes her wardrobe, its dark and supple leather gracefully encompassing her well-sized feet. She carries a small crystalline harp and occasionally strums the strings, producing delicate clear notes.
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "Greetings, Professor."
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "Might I speak with you for a moment?"
Professor Nann Baruwski tells Nelras, "Many tidings, Lord Shevat! What may I do you for?"
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "I understand this might be an unfortunate subject, but I was hoping to speak to you about the Voice of Crys."
With some measure of hesitation, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Oh, indeed? I heard the Voice suffered through recent events."
Quietly, Nelras says, "He did, yes. However, there is a problem and I hope you might be able to give me something. I am trying to figure out how to resolve the situation and need to know everything I can about the Voice."
Apologetically, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Oh my, I'm so sorry my dear. Much of the knowledge of the Voice left me when it did. In fact, much of the experience is barred from my access."
Professor Nann Baruwski muses to herself briefly, looking upon her own instruments here. "It is strange and wondrous, aye? The power of sound? What I can tell you, my experiments did get some unusual recordings from the ordeal and the others retold the story to me afterward."
Sympathetically, Nelras says "I am sorry, both to hear that and what has happened since." His features harden and his voice becomes harder. "Anything you can tell me, Professor, anything at all. The Voice..." He pauses, uncertain, before adding "The Voice has taken refuge within another mortal."
On alert now, her posture and features brightening with surprise, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Has it now? Do tell me how it was done for my memoirs?"
Frowning, Nelras says, "I will explain it to you, but I must know how we might convince Him to leave."
Professor Nann Baruwski turns away and sifts through her neatly annotated pile of papers, then with a look of comprehension she whispers a soft 'ah' and returns with the appropriate papers and memory crystal.
Looking at her papers and touching the crystal with soft reverie, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Let us compare notes, shall we Opus? Apologies if that must sting, but you will now be the last Opus and until you acquire a new title, allow me the indulgence sir."
Nelras says, "I suppose that will be acceptable, I can hardly begrudge you that. Not when you will help me now."
A faint smile coming to his lips, Nelras says, "Let us compare notes, as you say, and find a way to resolve this...situation."
Gesturing to you, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "You first, if you please? I must analyse the similarities and differences."
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "The Resonance Tower, it had affected the Voice somehow. The Song the Voice sang was discordant. I believe that He was in pain. The Symphonium gathered there, what few of us there were, and tried to find a solution."
Nelras pauses, glancing down quickly before returning his attention to Professor Nann Baruwski.
Pondering then speaking slowly as demonstration, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Consider, Opus, think... hrm, think upon a genius you know. One who has extreme expertise and mastery in a given field. Hold him, or her, in your mind. And describe me their field of expertise? Or perhaps a master artist and his or her medium?"
Frowning, Nelras says, "It...is difficult, to do so upon request like that. And made all the more difficult by the constant reports of things happening elsewhere. My apologies, let me try..."
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "Would it matter for this what field this genius has mastered, or is your point simply the impossibility of capturing every detail of such expertise when I lack it for myself?"
Nelras says, "Professor?"
Kindly, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Simply a point of expertise, it may be any field."
Professor Nann Baruwski says, "One you understand the passion for, would be most suitable though."
An unearthly chanting echoes from the dread city of Magnagora, the low hum gaining in intensity until it blocks out all other senses and leaves shuddering afterimages swiming in your vision.
Nelras says, "I have chosen someone, someone I admire greatly and yet could never hope to come even close to."
Patiently with a small smile, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "And what is their field of expertise?"
Nelras winces in pain at the intensity of the noise coming from Magnagora.
The ground trembles underfoot as the ritual within the dark belly of the Necropolis resounds across the entire First World, the entire city of Magnagora thrumming with raw power.
Nelras says, "It is not so much their field, even though I suppose...No, it is instead the ease with which they work. I take it you are aware of the teachings of the Lady Isune, to some extent at least? There is someone who..."
The latent thrumming of energy reaches a tipping point as blasts of unrelenting power burst from the depths of Magnagora, causing the air to ripple in its wake.
Xeii tells Nelras, "Where are you, love?"
Professor Nann Baruwski nods at you, focusing as she can upon the conversation though the dangers within Magnagora test her concentration.
Nelras whispers, "Someone who so effortlessly exemplifies Beauty as She teaches it, every single thing they create so effortlessly and with such beauty and elegance."
And suddenly, silence dominates the Basin. Stillness reigns and anticipation wafts through the air in thick, lingering waves as the entire First World seems to hold its breath. Waiting.
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "I am within the university. I am sorry, I must ask you to remain away for now, no matter how much I wish I could run to you."
Xeii tells Nelras, "You are safe. Thank Gods...At least you are safe."
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "Are you safe?"
Xeii tells Nelras, "I am unharmed, yes."
A sense of severity and calm briefly descends upon your surroundings as Rideta shouts, "Lord Fain would be proud."
Nelras mutters, "As if that .. . good ..ing, that the T..itor would be proud."
A deep, booming laughter rips through the skies as the Supreme Master, Luciphage proclaims, "It is done! And now, Magnagora, I shall fulfill my end of the bargain! I bring you my Midnight Legions!"
The crunch of bones and the squelching of organs rings through the air, as if amplified by some compassionless magic. Every heartfelt plea, each broken body can be heard as the spectres bring forth dissolution to the citizens of New Celest.
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "Stay strong."
Xeii tells Nelras, "I am well. You need it more."
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "I must do what I am doing now, I must."
As soon as the screaming and the laughter fades Nelras says "We must continue, Professor, we must." He mutters something harshly under his breath, before whispering, "I wish there was more I could do, but I must do this at least."
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "I need to know how bad the damage was. Do you know anyone who lives there, who might tell you? Whatever you do, stay away from there."
Nelras says, "Professor. We must continue."
Xeii tells Nelras, "There are no Celestians that I know awake currently, but......"
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "But...?"
Xeii tells Nelras, "I am becoming worried about the city myself."
Xeii has been slain by the Bulwark of Souls.
You see the death occur at the Great North Gate of Tridacna. (1159)
From your knowledge, that room is in City of New Celest.
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "No!"
Nelras mutters discontentedly.
(Anonymous): Nelras says, "Teleport target. Celest. NOW!"
Nelras runs from the University, abandoning the professor without even a word.
Cassander tells Nelras, "To me."
Nelras mutters, "I .... to stay away."
<Nelras teleports to Celest>
Near the Great North Gate on lower Tridacna. (road).
The rushing churn of angry waves heralds the presence of a war shrine of Carakhan nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. One or two light fluffy clouds drift lazily through the sky. A statue of Owais stands here, memorialising his noble spirit. There are 6 wights here. Wildeflower Aramel Shevat stands here, enrobed in an array of swirling, autumnal leaves. She wields a golden whip of the pious in her left hand and a worn lute in her right. She is surrounded by four pale ancestral spirits. Jingling and jangling, a playful jester cavorts about your surroundings. Sir Cassander Ladyn, Hope's Defender is here, shrouded. He wields a golden whip of the pious in his left hand and a crystal-inlaid greatshield in his right. Emitting a fiery, dawn-cast radiance, a proud knight emblazoned with the crest of the White Falcons keeps solemn guard here.
You see exits leading southeast and northwest.
Nelras says to Aramel, "Where..."
Wildeflower Aramel Shevat says to Falaeron, "You have her corpse."
Professor Nann Baruwski tells Nelras, "Apologies, events are most upsetting as of now. We shall return to our conversation again, when you are ready."
Sir Cassander Ladyn, Hope's Defender says, "I'll take it."
Falaeron leans over Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo and cradles her broken body in his arms. A radiant halo of warm, celestial light envelops Falaeron as he whispers something in a warm, welcoming voice.
With a choking sound, Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo gasps violently as she inhales, struggling to breathe once more.
Nelras says, "Xeii. You must return to the city. Now. You cannot be here."
Xeii lowers her head. Silently, she takes her mandala in her hands and closes her eyes.
Xeii takes the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony in both hands and bows her head. Swirling ribbons of colour race outwards from the mandala, wrapping about Xeii as she begins to break down into an infinite number of small, fractal shapes before flaring outwards in a fractal swirl, dissipating into the air.
<Nelras hurries back to the university, eager to continue his conversation with Nann.>
Nelras says, "Professor..."
Nodding, shuddering involuntarily at all she experienced, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Apologies for my inattention, Opus."
Somewhat more harshly than he might intend, Nelras says, "We must continue, now that you are able to."
Professor Nann Baruwski says, "So the one you have chosen, who so exemplifies Beauty. How do you think he or she would react were their creations destroyed by inept and malicious hands in comparison?"
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "I cannot imagine that person reacting violently, or in any such way. But something tells me that their revenge would come none the less."
Instructing carefully, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Do you think your example might feel 'pained' at the loss? An emotional wrenching? Perhaps... grief, sorrow, frustration at their own masterpieces sullied by lesser individuals that destroyed them?"
Interjecting with a small smile, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Of course, no proper Hallifaxian would let on, but the emotions, we still have them."
Understanding starting to dawn on his face, Nelras says, "Yes, I do think that."
Concluding her example, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Amplify this by divine measures and thus the torment of Lord Crys may be understood, even if only in our small mortal ways."
Nelras whispers, "If that is the pain He feels, then..."
His resolve returning, Nelras says, "We must still find a way to convince Him to leave. He cannot remain with her any longer than He must. I have seen how he takes over, how he tries to change someone. That cannot happen."
Sifting through her notes again and refers to the memory crystal on occasion, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Indeed. No mortal was meant to host any essence of piece of an Elder forever. Our flesh bodies cannot allow it. Lord Crys was a master of crystalline sound, thus the gem housed His Voice quite well prior."
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "Then He rested within the Symphonium guild hall, surrounded by the crystals there. All I have found so far is how He agreed to be there, how the Crescendo was used to convince Him that Hallifax was worthy. I do not know if something like that would work again though."
Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Mmhmm, ah, say now, the Voice's new vessel... is it, a shard of Xyl?"
Nelras says "It is, yes. It is..." His voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.
Comprehension flashes across Professor Nann Baruwski's face.
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "Hello."
Xeii tells Nelras, "Ce...Nelras...is all...well?"
"That may make a difference..." Professor Nann Baruwski murmurs to herself, tapping her notes with a finger gently. "Lord Crys and Lord Xyl are siblings, the affinities run quite deep... you... ah... do realise?"
Nelras tells Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo, "I am Nelras, I am the one who is here... Remain with me, Xeii."
Muttering half to himself, Nelras says, "I realise. I realise all too strongly."
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "I must leave, and return shortly. There is something I must do, if this is to be..."
Quietly, Nelras says, "Please, understand."
<Frantically, Nelras tries to find Xeii, and warn her of the danger>
Grand Foyer of the Hallifaxian Opera House. Banks of clouds roil about here. A crystalline milestone is tastefully displayed here upon a rounded pedestal. Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo is here. She wields a baroque violin of antique silver and pearl inlay in her left hand.
Nelras whispers, "Xeii. I am here."
Xeii clutches at her own throat, her pain phantom yet hauntingly real.
Xeii Shevat, Heart of the Crescendo says, "Lady...Jilai..."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "Where are you?"
Aramel tells Nelras, "What has happened?"
Xeii staggers, pressing her hands to her ears.
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "There is no time. You need to take Xeii, somewhere where she will be strong. Somewhere away from Hallifax, away from the crystals."
Aramel tells Nelras, "I will come."
The sweet scent of cherry blossoms wafts through the air as a cavalcade of ivory petals heralds the entrance of Aramel.
Aramel peers about herself unscrupulously.
Nelras turns to Aramel as soon as she arrives. "You must, I am sorry. I must return to the professor, find...something."
Nelras folds his wings around Xeii's body, wrapping her in a feathered embrace.
Nelras whispers to Xeii, "Leave here, and be strong. Be yourself, and know that I will come to you."
Aramel looks to Nelras, his urgency infecting her. "It was not like this last month," she says.
Whatever is paining Xeii seems to have lessened in intensity, or so it appears. She nevertheless steadies herself in Nelras's embrace, nodding silently.
Muttering, Nelras says, "Since...what happened in Celest. I knew she should have stayed away..."
Unsteadily, Xeii steps away, walking as if entranced.
Xeii leaves to the down.
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "Are you with her?"
Aramel tells Nelras, "Yes."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "I am trying to find anything that might help."
<Nelras returns to the university once more>
Hurriedly, Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "We must find something. There must be something."
Studying her notes then recalling something, Professor Nann Baruwski exclaims, "Did you know how the Voice came to be with me? And the means by which they called It forth? Talk has no effect, you cannot reason with a Voice, there is no mind!"
Nelras says, "How it came to be with you, I do not recall in detail. I know a little, but not enough. As for how He left you, I know that at least."
A touch of chagrin reaches her lips, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Let us compare, what do you know of how It left?"
Nelras says, "I am told, by those who were there, that there was a song. The Collectivist Crescendo, which so demonstrated the Harmony that He cares for that He agreed to aid the Symphonium. I am told that it was selected from many songs."
Nelras whispers, "I...have found it difficult, to find any who know more."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "Is she..."
Aramel tells Nelras, "We are outside the city. She is speaking to herself - or to whatever lives inside her."
Professor Nann Baruwski nods satisfactorily, "Yes and no. A masterful song, worthy of the crystals He is so attuned to. We are Hallifax, this is our expertise. Working with the same crystals the Lord Himself favoured for His Song."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "Is it her speaking? Do we at least have that in our favour?"
Aramel tells Nelras, "Yes."
Aramel tells Nelras, "...and now it's not."
Nelras listens expectantly, waiting for Professor Nann Baruwski to continue. When she does not immediately do so, Nelras says "Yes, and no? What else, then. What else do we need?"
Lifting her notes and pointing at some exact scribblings, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "See here, the gap. I was working with my own instruments here, conducting a study with sound and oscillations. Something malfunctioned, perhaps back-fired? I heard what I expected, then a sudden sparking, very strange that. It was inundated with a power surge... hmm... yes... perhaps a dampener next time..."
Professor Nann Baruwski momentarily gets lost in her own notes and theories.
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "Please, tell me she will be strong. Tell me she will not be lost to Him."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "I wish I could be there, but I must not."
Aramel tells Nelras, "I do not understand at all what has happened."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "When Xeii was killed, it brought Him back. We were warned that He might, if someone tried to kill her..."
Aramel tells Nelras, "And does your presence make it worse?"
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "I am sorry, I hardly know what you are attempting to show me there."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "I am speaking to the only other person I can find who has...been in that situation. I am trying to find a way to make Him leave."
Broken from her reverie and theories, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Wh-what? Oh, right. Uhm, yes! I was experimenting with sound waves, then, suddenly I was surrounded by a crowd of folks telling me how crazy I was behaving. Unsettling, but I apologised immensely for my experiment failing."
Raising a hand again at her notes, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Of course, it did more than fail, it attracted the Voice to us. See, look, look around here. I use crystals in all my sound experiments."
Even as he looks around as instructed, Nelras says, "Yes, of course. Now, that is how the Voice was attracted. How do we make Him leave again?"
Plainly, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "A song."
Nelras tells Wildeflower Aramel Shevat, "Please, tell me if anything changes. Anything."
With a warning, Professor Nann Baruwski exclaims, "But not just any old song!"
Flatly, Nelras says, "Of course not."
Professor Nann Baruwski says, "The one used before, as I said, was an exquisite masterpiece joining Hallifax's Order and Song. That is the music Lord Crys has dominion over. The piece of the Song of Creation so orderly and exacting. Perfect."
Nelras ponders the Professor's words, murmuring "A perfect song?" His wings droop down by his sides as he hesitantly asks, "How could we create such a thing? I assume th..that song will not work again?"
Shrugging and setting aside her notes, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps He is bored and wishes something new? You forget... the Voice fled each time due to a war. Twice with Zenos and now with, well, ourselves? Remind It why It chose us to begin with and that the war is over."
With a nervous laugh, Nelras says, "I suppose I have quite some work to do, then. As you so helpfully reminded me, I am the last Opus, am I not. I must do this."
Nelras whispers to Professor Nann Baruwski, "I...never was good at composing. But I must."
Giving a small smile, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Good luck, Opus. If it helps at all, to 'harvest' the best talent, the entire city was called to contest the last time."
Frowning, Nelras says, "The Symphonium is small, the better talent is the one who has been taken."
Thinking upon this revelation a moment, Professor Nann Baruwski says, "There is naught against her assisting with the composition, though I imagine it would be less of an effect for her to perform it."
Nelras says, "Of course, yet I would not wish the Voice to know what we are doing, would I. I shall do what I can, and...if she can help then I shall seek that also."
Nelras says to Professor Nann Baruwski, "Thank you, for your help, Professor."
Professor Nann Baruwski says, "Quite welcome, Opus."
Nelras bows respectfully to Professor Nann Baruwski.