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You tell Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate, "Did you want to discuss the book?"
Nelras tells you, "I would be glad to, if you wish to."
You tell Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate, "I am not that busy at the moment."
Smiling softly, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate asks you, "Is there something that
you wish to discuss in particular with regards to what you are working on?"
You ponder the situation.
You say, "Do you know of any good reference books on the Cosmic planes?"
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "On the matter of the cosmic planes in
general, I think that the best that I might do is to search the world library. There is, however, a
book that I might recommend that you look at. Unfortunately, I am not able to copy it for you. Would
you be willing to step away from the Matrix for a moment while I retrieve it?"
You nod your head at Nelras.
You say, "You want me to follow you?"
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "Please."
You begin to follow Nelras.
You follow Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate down to studios and galleries near the
Studios and galleries near the Conservatory.
Rippling notes of a tranquil harmony drift upon the air, emanating from a healing shrine of Isune
nearby. Banks of clouds roil about here. A fresh breeze is blowing through the area. The
Conservatory of Music stands at the centre of this busy platform, surrounded by smaller buildings
bearing signs and banners noting them as the studios and galleries of various Hallifaxian interests.
Given a wide swathe of space from the other structures, the Conservatory rises, broad roof supported
by massive columns of black marble engraved with the names of Guild benefactors rendered in silver
letters. A broad walkway leads up to the vaulted entryway of the building, lined with a series of
chiming crystals. Engraved into the pavement at the side of the road are the words Ward 3, Precinct
12. A solstice stocking has been hung here. A statue of an opaque octahedron stands here,
memorialising his noble spirit. Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate stands here,
surrounded in an aura of ghostly, flickering wings. He wields a Wand of Wonder in his left hand and
an aerodynamic viola hewn from sapphire in his right. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself.
You see exits leading south, southwest, west, and up.
Nelras glances around quickly before turning his attention back to you. Quietly, he says, "I must
admit that a small amount of deception was necessary. I do not need to fetch the book, I already
have it on my person. I did not, however, wish to make this overly common knowledge. While it was
given to me freely, a lot has changed since then and I do not wish to cause any difficulties. For
that reason, I must also ask that you do not speak of my having this book."
Nelras gives a luminescent arcanum bearing Holy Celestial symbols to you.
With a faint smile, you say, "You surprise me a bit, Quintessence, but of course I won't say
anything about it."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "These particular books were the
property of the Celestine guild, as was. I was, after all, a Celestine during my time in Celest. I
left on good terms with them, while we were allied, and so I was permitted to keep it. This is also
the reason why I cannot copy it."
Kethaera says, beginning to flip through the first few pages, "I don't remember you
speaking of being in their guild before.... What was your experience of it, at the time?"
Nelras's eyes rest upon the book as he considers his words. "I found the Celestines, and Celest as a
whole, to be very welcoming. I also found that I can agree with the teachings of the Supernals. If
you wish to know how it is that I came to reside there, that was also in part tied to my first time
visiting Celestia and the Supernals." He pauses for a moment, before adding, "It was not the
teachings that led to my departure, but rather how certain people tended to interpret them."
Kethaera pauses, lifting her eyes up from the page and laying a hand across the
tome. "What do you mean by that?" she asks, turning toward Nelras. "About the people. The teachings,
certainly, I find myself with similar conclusions."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "There was a tendency to overlook
certain teachings in favour of others. Let us say that the tales of zealotry that I had heard were
not always entirely unfounded."
"I see," Kethaera states, without emotion, turning to the next page. "Some beliefs
are easier to follow in difficult times than others."
Nelras nods his head. "Indeed they are," he says. "It is easy to profess belief during peaceful
times, yet when those beliefs are tested we see beyond the words that are spoken." He allows a
slight smile to come to his face as he adds, "Of course, there were some people who did hold to what
they taught. The problem was that they were few and far between, particularly when compared to those
who turned more readily to the teachings of Methrenton over those of the other Supernals."
"Is that really a problem?" Kethaera asks, staring at the page in hand. "Methrenton
is a Supernal, and Elohora encompasses his teachings as well. Perhaps, in times of trial, a firmer
hand is what is needed."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "That may be so, however there is a
particular belief that I speak of. It is said that, should no other method be effective, to kill the
Tainted is a kindness, for it grants their souls a short time to reflect, free of the Taint which
grips their bodies. Yet this was used as an excuse to glory in death and in killing. There was no
thought towards any outcome save for their end."
Nelras ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
You tilt your head curiously at Nelras.
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Let me tell you of a time when I was
still young, when I still lived in Magnagora. Perhaps this was one of my first encounters with the
people of Celest. There was a raid, against a place that was very important to me at the time. So I,
amongst others, went to defend that place. We fought, and I died twice, far after my companions had
for I was no real threat. Yet before I could be killed the third time, the time that would send me
to stand before the Fates, their leader bade them to stop."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Their leader knew that more might be
accomplished by that act of kindness, and the words that followed, than by killing me again and
again. Yet by the time I came to live in Celest, such a thought would have been considered almost
unthinkable. Not killing the Tainted would have been unthinkable, to most of them."
Brow furrowing, Kethaera frowns at this, and shakes her head. "It is hard to
imagine that Celest would have treated even the Tainted that way. I've never seen it from them,
myself." Pursing her lips in thought, she adds, "Although... their devotion to the Wyrd is...
peculiar. There is nothing of Light in the Dark Forest, I should know better than most."
Pausing for a moment, Nelras replies, "I would not wish to dispute your knowledge of that forest,
yet I am speaking of a time from near the start of the old alliance. They had not yet been
influenced by the Wyrd, as it seems they must have been these days." He casts a quick glance in the
direction of the Glomdoring and mutters something under his breath. "Speaking of the alliance, that
is how I came to move to Celest, in a way. It was when the alliance was still being formed and I,
being a member of the Board at the time, thought that I should visit our soon-to-be allies. After
all, all that I knew of them was what I had learned from Magnagora. During that visit, I found
myself on Celestia, visiting the Supernals. It..." He stops momentarily, before asking you, "Can I
take it that you have also seen the Supernals of Celestia?"
Kethaera nods at the first part, saying, "Oh, of course, politics does make for
strange alliances, sometimes. I was more reflecting on some arguments I've had with them in recent
years." Following Nelras's gaze, she manages only a faint smile in return. "As for Celestia..." she
says, facing Nelras, "Certainly I have, a few times now. I have even..." She pauses before
retrieving a figurine from her possessions, carved in the likeness of the Supernal, Raziela.
Nelras's eyes widen and for a moment he is left speechless as he sees the figurine. His attention
focuses upon it and a gentle, peaceful smile comes to his face. A few more moments pass and he
whispers, "Lady Raziela." His gaze snaps up as he addresses you once more. "You do understand then.
It was when I first looked upon lady Raziela and learned of her teachings that the thought was
planted in my mind that eventually led to my living in Celest."
Kethaera is silent for several seconds, placing the figurine away. "It does not
surprise me that you would be drawn to her teachings," remarks, studying Nelras's expression. "I
felt much the same way, even if that should be a bit strange," she adds, with a small chuckle.
His voice slightly subdued, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate asks you, "Why would that
Kethaera shakes her head, dismissing her own comment. "There are moments when I
can't help but remember what I was taught, growing up in the forest," she says, with a brief glance
in the direction of it. "She was considered the worst of the Supernals, because of her fondness for
Understanding dawning on his face, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "There is
nothing strange about remembering what shaped us for so long. In fact, I would say that it would be
far stranger if we did not remember those things, particularly in the presence of lady Raziela.
After all, she stands in opposition to so much of what we once thought we knew."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate whispers, "I think that is a part of what draws
people like us to her, if I might say so."
Quietly, you say, "Perhaps so. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it."
With a sympathetic smile, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "Neither did I."
Closing the book and taking it under an arm, you say to Nelras, "If you wouldn't mind, Quintessence,
I would like go to study for a bit, and to rest. May I return the book to you later?"
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "If I did not trust you to take care of
it, I would not have given it to you in the first place. Of course you may, and if it should find
its way back to our bookshelf anyway, I would be more than willing to fetch it for you again if you
You smile and say, "Of course. And thank you for your own thoughts about it. It has given me much to
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "If you ever do wish to speak about it,
I would be happy to. And should you ever wish to speak with a Celestine on the same topic, I would
Nodding, you say to Nelras, "I am sure I will speak to her about it at some point again."
By way of explanation, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "She was one of those
who did hold true to her faith, and she also taught me a great deal."
Nelras bows respectfully to you.
You bow respectfully to Nelras.
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Fair winds for now, and may you know
only clear skies."
Nelras's head falls back as he smiles softly at nothing in particular. The faint outline of numinous
angel wings grows around him.
You smile and say, "To you as well, clear skies."