Globe of Mortal Memories.
Memories that mortals placed in the globe in Mysrai's Fulcrux.

These were collected in a group effort by players. Additional memories may be missing but, thanks to the admin, are accessible in-game by the nautilus shell given to those who completed the Challenge of Nature in the 2021 Trials of Ascension.

Lady Li-Varili's Dreams while Cocooned

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: "Come back, my child," you cry out, weeping. You can hear how she is so frightened, so scared and alone. You never want her to feel alone, as you have. Who could have frightened her so, this child you have given the strength of all the world? If only she knew the power she held. If only she understood others should fear her, instead. You call out to her in the distance, but your words are thwarted, fading in a soothing veil of white mist that dares to seek to calm your mind. Why are you so helpless, when your child needs you?

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: You bask within the lagoons of Lusternia, relishing in sunlight and company as you stand beside the one you most adore: crowned in roseate coral, smiling at you with patience and love. As you reach for their hand, however, your beloved's form evaporates in a flurry of bubbles, replaced by a cruel cackling as you are ensnared in place by countless chains that bind you and silence you. Your eyes dart in vain to see any trace of the being that once stood by your side, brimming with sapphire tears.

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: Why can't you hear the voice any longer? What have you done wrong? Nothing but silence greets you in this dark place devoid of company as you shiver, now bereft of touch even born from cruelty. Water fills your lungs, though you do not drown while suspended undersea -- you remain here, lingering on the precipice of life and death, awaiting a summons that is never given. What did you do wrong? You heeded their call, before. You promised you would see them. Why are you still alone?

7/25/2021

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: Music? Strange. How long ago had Drocilla sung beside you in the lagoons of Lusternia. The Enchantress sang as you fell too, didn't She? It is not Her song you hear, now, but it feels familiar, nonetheless. Is this a kindness, you wonder? Confusion fills you as you attempt to understand this distant presence, now drowned out by the sea of overlapping voices. What are they saying? Your consciousness presses against the pane of white that separates you from the world beyond, so close that you can almost know it. Impatience swells within you, like a cresting wave.

As if the Goddess's dreams are your own, they enter your mind unbidden: Annoyance fills you as the White Healer's voice whispers into your mind once more, all serenity and calm. The Goddess's patience is like a lake of still water every part of your being urges to shatter: "Your mind suffers deep wounds, Li-varili," you hear Her whisper. "Rest." The veil of white passes over you in its suffocating haze of light, the mild fragrance of magnolias wafting over you. The flowers' soporific influence is gentle and soothing, even as you burn with anger. You had sworn you'd never be restrained again, and yet, here you are.

A sense of distrust and wariness ripples beyond the barrier of white that surrounds you, its source unknown. The Hamadhi, perhaps? But no -- You would recognize Her insufferable voice. Other beings must lurk outside of your consciousness, their judgments as heavy as that of your Cousins. Spite, stinging like a salt-kissed wind, writhes inside you, a serpent coiled to strike the first to dare to voice such words in your presence. How you long to strangle them and drown them in your wrath. Such fantasies comfort you, and if they upset the Healer, so much the better.

Familiar voices drift into your consciousness, the she'nasim of your Bloodtide Coven speaking in hushed whispers as they gaze upon you from a distance. You call out to them, but your thoughts blur in a fog of white, drowsily slurring. Why do they look upon you so? They are waiting, you realise. Wherever you are now, they still look upon you, these precious mortal toys of yours that wear your bromeliad with pride. Your cruel amusement is twinged with peculiar fondness as they stand vigil. Ah, your pretty little fools. You will not disappoint them.

What are they saying about your child? You strain to listen to the murmurs smothered by the walls of white mist. Is the Sea Spirit still lost, then? You cannot imagine your Cousins will let her evade Their notice, though. How much time do you have left to stop Them? Strength is returning you, slowly but surely, but these maddening vines refuse to release their hold. And no matter how hard you try, your mind will not connect to your inert body. The Healer said you had to trust in Her, didn't She? What a cruelty, that She demand the one thing you give to nothing and no one.

Like others, a group effort to gather. These would be when we were instructed by Elders to prepare against Li-Varili's curse.

Divine Flower Visions (of other Elders)

Crumkane: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << Ah, you sigh to see so much anger and bitterness in a single being. The flavours of life are more than mere salt, after all -- and you know that better than most. When had the Lady of the Lagoons last indulged in sweetness, hm? You look at Her as She screams of love for Her child, but the Sea Spirit cowers, afraid of her 'Mother', as waves lash out from her form. So you lend to the Silent Lord this power that Li-varili lacks, this ambrosial, honeyed succor that whispers of all the pleasures that life has to offer, if only the Goddess would take a moment to enjoy them. If She demands you be sour, however, you are more than comfortable with providing Her with something that has bite, too. >>

Mysrai: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << There is a bittersweet sorrow that hangs heavy in your heart as you look towards Her, the first of your Generals and the last. Perhaps the only true friend that you could ever have hoped to have in this time, in this place. She is mad with power, losing Herself to the Eye in Her grasp, but you refuse to let Her perish in this circumstance you knew would occur. For you know the truth, that you would, and will, go to the same lengths to retrieve that which was stolen from you. Your thoughts briefly turn to a statue, engorged by essence and memory, and you resolve yourself to lend even more of your power to the other Divine, for She cannot disrupt your plans so close to their culmination. >>

Maylea: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << You spent years in your meadow, painting the colours that told the tales of the blossoms around you. Elders came and went, placed in Circles you had no part in as you worked through your sorrow of aeons. Was She One whose birth you watched with dear Kaenalye? You cannot recall. She held no place in memory aside from the same scent and hue as the bromeliads, toxic in their allure. And yet. And yet. She stole from you the one object that might have brought to the First World a piece of Kaenalye - Your Sister and Your other half. How dare She. How DARE She? And now Sea Spirit writhes in anguish below you, full of colours of pain and anger injected into her by force: crackling crimson casting out the blue. Oh the blue. Oh Kaenalye. Sea Spirit must sleep before the madness overtakes her. Before it is too late, oh Kae: as it was too late for you. >>

Lantra: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << When the mad Goddess falls like a dying star in the Eye's shattering, you alone choose to aid Her -- for yours is the righteous sense of duty, one that Dynara laid heavy upon your shoulders as a Hamadhi. Maylea berates you as naive, but you pay Her no mind as you rest the dying Elder upon your old healing mound in Daeiv ma'Mornhai, for only you are capable of righting Drocilla's wrong in the Morokeche Seat. First the Basin praises you for your kindness, desperate to aid you in pilgrimage. Then as Her body heals, you turn your attentions to Her mind, and the world decries you as a monster that imprisons Her in place. You understood this was a thankless task. Healing ever is. Still, when the Goddess breaks free of Her healing, pity fills you, for the wounds are deeper than She can ever realize. That is, until She foolishly runs to the Enchantress, invoking such loathing in you all pity is cast aside in disgust. >>

Carakhan: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << You remember laughter and the brilliance of sunlight on the waters of the lagoons. And more, the water's depths, their subtleties in their greening hues matched, You thought, by the subtleties of the Awakener siblings. But then Her unsubtle declaration, followed by so many jabs and slights you bore for Her Sibling's sake. Until She vanished, and it was easy to remember before and imagine how time and waves would have worn the jagged hurt to something new and more fitting. A dream you clung to, unknowing, until faced with Her rejection and selfishness anew. That Her imprisonment had only sharpened Her pain and bitterness might have been forgiven, who better than You? But what She had done to Sea Spirit, Keltari's child, whole She should have cared for jointly, not sought to use so cruelly, that never. And the Lady of the Lagoons dares call you the thief? Li-varili never laid claim to that which She pretends to own. >>

???: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << The Silent Lord gathers strands of shadow about Himself and comes to float above the surging storm that surrounds Li-Varili and the Sea Spirit. He spreads His dark, shimmering cloak and casts His arms out wide, tendrils of shadowed power sliding down silently towards Li-varili and the awakening Sea Spirit. Behind Him, the other Elders gather in affirming positions, One by One by One. All are united in Their actions, no matter how disparate Their intentions, as the Sea Spirit froths and foams in a crimson tide of pain and agony. The world is flooded in her grief as Li-varili continues in Her maddened quest, so blind in Her arrogance and Her selfishness She cannot see her own child suffer. You will stop Her with them, if no one else will. >>

Terentia: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << She was like a Half-Formed who escaped their creche. Crazed, ruthless, determined. Even while weak, She proved formidable, but as You uncoiled Your strength and power You kept a tight grip on Her, Answerer poised against to strike if needed. Li-varili. The famed general of Mysrai's Rebellion: the one who has caused so many problems now and in those ancient days. And for what? Justice? Hers is not justice. It is revenge. The thirst for retaliation against all who She thinks has harmed Her. You recall that day when the Traitors were sentenced, and You dwell on those darker thoughts of the Triumvirate's leniency. Should We be lenient with Her? >>

Nocht: The Divine redolence of an illuminated flower blossoming with faith fills your nose, your thoughts emptying as a vision enters your mind unbidden: << Hmm. What is this feeling... Pity? You scoff at the thought. Li-varili's suffering is immense, but this is hardly strange among your still-living cousins. Anger, perhaps? The Mad Goddess has betrayed you twice now, but is it truly a betrayal if She never held your trust to begin with? A whisper of bitterness in your thoughts at the inescapable scent of snapdragon. You've learned that lesson many times now. And then a flash, a tiny spark - embarrassment? Revulsion? Do you catch glimpses of yourself in the waves of Her wrath? If His answer had been the same... And yet you let these thoughts trail off with ease as you watch Her depart with Drocilla. It is all irrelevant as your path is obvious. If She will not join the Wyrd, She will feed it. After all, nothing matters but Glomdoring. >>