Sadly I forgot to start logging and missed the discussion with the spirit before where this starts. There are later bits that I'll clean up as I can.
Appearing rather pleased with the circumstance, an elfen man cloaked in leaves explains, "Aye,
thinning. Such is the state of things: for while cruelty finds purchase in the forest's soil, our
woods is, and always has been, a place of strength and hope. Whatever secrets will certainly inspire
such traits further."
An elfen man cloaked in leaves gives a sallow-wood dowsing rod to you.
An elfen man cloaked in leaves says, "Perhaps that will help a bit..."
You ponder a sallow-wood dowsing rod thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
Cut from a branch of a willow tree, this homely rod is cut into the characteristic "Y"-shape of a
dowsing rod. Upon the grey-green bark that still remains are the simple carvings of totemic beings:
sparrows, deer with full antlers, leaves and crescent moons, rustic in appearance and lacking any
sort of refined craftsmanship of contemporary witchery. When the two, smaller hand-holds are gripped
tightly, a sudden magnetic rush orients the longer pointer - a radiant silver light gleaming at its
end.
It weighs 5 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: rod, dowsing.
You clutch a sallow-wood dowsing rod firmly, preparing to use it.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
Kerith leans forward on the balls of her feet, trying to get a better look at the dowsing rod.
You display a sallow-wood dowsing rod for all in the room to see.
An elfen man cloaked in leaves says to you, "Twist it about, child."
Comprehension flashes across your face.
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 9 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "That ancient grove, my dear, do you
remember it? Where even the light of Moon and Sun failed to break into its green shadows? We hatched
great plans there, long ago. Me the Circle and you the seed of a Coven. Those were sweeter days. Oh,
how I miss you."
You say, "Glinshari?"
You nod your head at an elfen man cloaked in leaves.
Turning to face the rest of you, an elfen man cloaked in leaves exclaims, "As I said, I came to give
you all a speech of inspiration, but you have inspired me. Stands strong, because I am always
watching."
An elfen man cloaked in leaves winks conspiratorially at you.
An elfen man vanishes before your eyes, scattered by an ethereal breeze bearing many coloured leaves.
You say, "May we continue to inspire."
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Timeworn trunks.
Dense white clouds have spread completely across the sky. A mature birch tree stands proudly here.
Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A pixie hovers
in the air, fluttering about on tiny wings. Shrouded by an aura of mist and modulating stars, a
winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, and southwest.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 8 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "Beloved, do you remember the first seed
we planted? It was a gift from the Great Old One. Surrounded by elms and alders, beech and cherry.
So many children. She is still a beautiful sight."
The Moonhart Mother Tree.
Singing a hauntingly beautiful melody, Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, stands here. Dead and
dormant, the Moonhart Mother Tree stretches barren branches overhead. Wreathed about in vines, an
elegant altar shaped from shining silver stands here, surrounded by a faintly crimson aura. Gleaming
with a silver lambency, a slender tree grows here, its bark and boughs displaying the faces of the
dead. A screech owl is here, surveying the surroundings. There are 4 armoured foxes here. There are
6 armoured owls here. An illustrated canvas hangs in the air here, supported by silvery ribbons.
There are 19 centaur hunters here. There are 2 red foxes here. There are 3 armoured badgers here.
There are 2 striped badgers here. A moon maiden floats here, her form swathed in glowing cloth.
Covered in bone armour, watching you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs the air. There are 2
silver-furred vixens here. A mature hornbeam tree stands proudly here. There are 4 fierce
timberwolves here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living
totem. There are 2 palm sigils here. Testing the heft of his klangaxe, Adasser, Wolverine's Mask
assesses his surroundings with glacial blue eyes. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate
dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. There are 3 buckets here. A platinum eye sigil is here.
A ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. There are 5 blank sketches
here. A frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground. There are 6
hamsters in a cage-wheel here. There are 2 green parakeets here. There are 4 curious young kittens
here. There are 2 speckled hedgehogs here. A bog myrtle leaf lies on the ground. A stalk of faeleaf
glitters on the ground. Shrouded by an aura of mist and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands
here with a serene countenance.
You see exits leading north, south, and through a vined stairway.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 7 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "Do you remember where we used to
rendezvous, when our families could not find us? Moon Falls was much too crowded, too visible; but
this waterfall, you loved it. It was quieter, amongst the pines and the waterfowl. You named it Hart
Falls to honour Him, and I joked it should be Heart Falls too. You laughed and called me silly."
You ponder the situation.
You say, "Hart falls?"
Mists and shadows coalesce about the forest, signalling the arrival of further spirits who wish it
harm.
Beside a tall waterfall.
Soothing shades of blue light shimmer through the air, cast from a healing shrine of Maylea nearby.
A fresh breeze is blowing through the area. An overhang of rock beneath the pines provides the
height for this small flow of water which crashes down into a pool beneath the trees. Waterfowl and
other birds bathe uneasily, taking flight at the first sign of trouble. The tall waterfall itself
plunges into the centre of the pool from many feet above. A small hollow under the hillside looks in
danger of collapsing at the slightest touch to its roof. A stream flows down from the pool to the
southeast, whilst steep hillsides continue up to both southwest and northeast. A mature birch tree
stands proudly here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living
totem. Remarkably, an exotic plant is growing on the ground, though it doesn't look healthy. August
even in youth, an argent strix gazes curiously about here. Shrouded by an aura of mist and
modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance. Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of
the Hunt is here, shrouded. She wields a luminescent athame of serrated crystal in her left hand and
a tree-emblazoned heater shield in her right. Green Man, Lehki Talnara is here. He wields a mystic
cudgel in his left hand and a powerplex jewel in his right. Rhenith Strongleaf, Dancer of Spring is
here, shrouded. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand. Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw is
here. She wields an ethereal cordate lyre of the Serenwilde in her left hand and D'varsha's Divine
Wand of Everliving Stars in her right.
Selenity looks about with a discerning eye.
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "Yes!"
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "Here!"
Selenity bounces up and down.
Selenity bounces up and down.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 6 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "There is an old story, my beloved. The
origin of sparrows. A great grand child of my brother made a deal with a fae and renegged on it.
They and their partner were turned into sparrows, much to the fae's delight. I am not sure if it is
true, but I hope it makes us all remember the power of the fae. You taught me that. Long ago."
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw smiles broadly and says, "Where next?"
You say, "There is an old story, my beloved. The origin of sparrows. A great grand child of my
brother made a deal with a fae and renegged on it. They and their partner were turned into sparrows,
much to the fae's delight. I am not sure if it is true, but I hope it makes us all remember the
power of the fae. You taught me that. Long ago."
Selenity chews on her lip, deep in thought.
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "Where is that... not the Centaur..."
Green Man, Lehki Talnara says, "He does not seem to speak of a place, so perhaps we should search
for sparrows?"
You say, "The Arboretum?"
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says to Lehki, "There are special places in the forest... maybe
the arboretum."
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "This is the Arboretum."
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "You can check with IDENTIFY."
You nod your head emphatically.
Sarrasri looks about with a discerning eye.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
You shake your head.
Delicate bellflowers.
Sparks of pulsing yellow light float in the air, cast from a shield shrine of Maylea nearby.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. It is uncomfortably cold.
Affixed to the side of the greenhouse hangs a small bell, carved in the shape of a flower.
Considering the surroundings tacitly, a glistening strix manifests here upon misty wings striated
with moonlight, its wise gaze unblinking. There are 3 speckled hedgehogs here. A green parakeet
scratches against the ground in his search for a quick meal. Leaping about after its shadow, a
curious young kitten playfully wanders about here. There are 3 hamsters in a cage-wheel here. A
frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground.
You see exits leading north and south.
Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "Fae in the forest who would make a deal would be Goldie."
Selenity looks about with a discerning eye.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 5 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
Selenity begins to follow you.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "My brother was stronger than me. I never
told him that, beloved. How I wish I could sing to the creeping moss and the knotted yew, to remind
them of the beauty of his voice and the truth in his heart. Perhaps I will some day, but it is nice
to remember him now."
Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "Ah, or here."
Green Man, Lehki Talnara says, "Sparrows, told you."
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "You could tell me if you're going to run off without me you
know, grandpa."
Sarrasri nods her head emphatically.
"Uhh..." stalls Lehki.
You say, "My brother was stronger than me. I never told him that, beloved. How I wish I could sing
to the creeping moss and the knotted yew, to remind them of the beauty of his voice and the truth in
his heart. Perhaps I will some day, but it is nice to remember him now."
You say, "Aramir."
Green Man, Lehki Talnara says, "Yes."
A dark, moss-covered glen.
A comforting smell of grass and dew emanates through the air emanating from a war shrine of Charune
nearby. Dense white clouds have spread completely across the sky. Sprawling white sores covering its
trunk, a sickly yew tree is rooted here. Overgrown with green mosses and hairline fractures, the
weathered cairn of Aramir Strongleaf stands here amongst the overgrowth. Cheerfully smiling, a merry
dryad is rooted here beneath the boughs of the nearby yew. A mature oak tree stands proudly here.
Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. An ambrosial
fragrance suffuses the air from these nearby stalks of wild mignonette. Shrouded by an aura of mist
and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance. Considering the
surroundings tacitly, a glistening strix manifests here upon misty wings striated with moonlight,
its wise gaze unblinking. There are 3 speckled hedgehogs here. A green parakeet scratches against
the ground in his search for a quick meal. Leaping about after its shadow, a curious young kitten
playfully wanders about here. There are 3 hamsters in a cage-wheel here. A frisky puppy sits on her
haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground.
You see exits leading north, northeast, and northwest.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 4 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "You never did like the sea. But, my
beloved, do you recall when that kelpie visited? She was a twisted thing of seaweed and foam, and
she was covered in blackness much like the tar-like mud on the beach. I wonder whatever happened to
her..."
You say, "You never did like the sea. But, my beloved, do you recall when that kelpie visited? She
was a twisted thing of seaweed and foam, and she was covered in blackness much like the tar-like mud
on the beach. I wonder whatever happened to her..."
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You say, "The beach."
A stony beach.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A fresh breeze is blowing
through the area. Shrouded by an aura of mist and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here
with a serene countenance. Considering the surroundings tacitly, a glistening strix manifests here
upon misty wings striated with moonlight, its wise gaze unblinking. There are 3 speckled hedgehogs
here. A green parakeet scratches against the ground in his search for a quick meal. Leaping about
after its shadow, a curious young kitten playfully wanders about here. There are 3 hamsters in a
cage-wheel here. A frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground.
You see exits leading north and southeast.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 3 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "You are memorialised, my beloved. You
are surrounded by a rainbow of flowers and paths of stone. You are captured in marble, arm out-
stretched. It is a lovely sentinment, I think, but I think it misses your tenacity, your
mischievousness, your cleverness. Oh, if only they knew you in flesh instead of in story."
You say, "You are memorialised, my beloved. You are surrounded by a rainbow of flowers and paths of
stone. You are captured in marble, arm out-stretched. It is a lovely sentinment, I think, but I
think it misses your tenacity, your mischievousness, your cleverness. Oh, if only they knew you in
flesh instead of in story."
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "Memorial."
The Ellindel Memorial.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A fresh breeze is blowing
through the area. A marble sculpture of a beautiful elfen woman stands here, one arm reaching for
the sky. Brilliant yellow sparks fly from the surface of a small shrine here, shadowed by clusters
of sturdy snapdragons. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Shrouded by an aura
of mist and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance. Considering
the surroundings tacitly, a glistening strix manifests here upon misty wings striated with moonlight,
its wise gaze unblinking. There are 3 speckled hedgehogs here. A green parakeet scratches against
the ground in his search for a quick meal. Leaping about after its shadow, a curious young kitten
playfully wanders about here. There are 3 hamsters in a cage-wheel here. A frisky puppy sits on her
haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, and northwest.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction. The thrumming sensation shakes through your
fingertips and up your arms, and you sense that you are slowly making headway to the location of the
Last Seed, with only 2 clues remaining. You hold your breath as the next clue makes itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "My love, have you ever thought of our
family? Mine continued on, hidden behind carved oak trees that stretch so high they vault the sky in
a dome of green. I hear they recalled their history, dredging up old stories, old controversies, old
hopes. I wish them well, as I imagine you do too."
You say, "My love, have you ever thought of our family? Mine continued on, hidden behind carved oak
trees that stretch so high they vault the sky in a dome of green. I hear they recalled their history,
dredging up old stories, old controversies, old hopes. I wish them well, as I imagine you do too."
You say, "Home!"
Amongst carved trees.
It is uncomfortably cold. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. Reaching up as high as the eye
can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. Shrouded by an aura of mist and modulating
stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance. Considering the surroundings tacitly,
a glistening strix manifests here upon misty wings striated with moonlight, its wise gaze unblinking.
There are 3 speckled hedgehogs here. A green parakeet scratches against the ground in his search for
a quick meal. Leaping about after its shadow, a curious young kitten playfully wanders about here.
There are 3 hamsters in a cage-wheel here. A frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail
wagging against the ground.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
The world temporarily turns silver as the light from the dowsing rod erupts in a mighty flash, a
portion of the concealment spell broken!
Comprehension flashes across your face.
You twist a sallow-wood dowsing rod in your hands, which causes it to immediately right itself as a
magnetic pulse aligns the rod in a clear direction, far stronger than any of the pulses before. You
sense that you are getting close to your final goal, and you wait eagerly for the last clue to make
itself known.
As you grip the hand-holds of the dowsing rod, a rush of energy radiates from it into your hands and
throughout your body. You grip tigther, hoping to maintain firmly in the face of this unknown power
as a man's voice, reassuring and confident, speaks to you: "The last seed was planted here, dear one.
Do you remember? Hidden behind spells and realms, guarded by sparrows aplenty. You planted the
bluebells there, next to the lilies, violets and tulips. But that place was slowly torn away...
something dark came to our home, held back by a veil of light. I hope the sparrows are all right."
You say, "The last seed was planted here, dear one.Do you remember? Hidden behind spells and realms,
guarded by sparrows aplenty. You planted the bluebells there, next to the lilies, violets and tulips.
But that place was slowly torn away... something dark came to our home, held back by a veil of light.
I hope the sparrows are all right."
(Serenwilde): You say, "To me serens."
A beam of moonlight comes down from the sky and bathes you in light.
You say, "Aye."
(Serenwilde): You say, "Quickly."
Kerith tilts her head curiously at you.
You say, "Follow."
Pretty Guardian Selenity Sweetpaw says, "Follow grandpa Saran."
Before a veil of light.
Dense white clouds have spread completely across the sky. An elder moonhart tree towers overhead,
her thick trunk rooted firmly in the ground, its leaves a vibrant emerald. An oak sapling clings
tenaciously to the ground here. Rife with sweet-scented, clustered flowers, an elderberry shrub
blooms in an untended snare. A pixie hovers in the air, fluttering about on tiny wings. Shrouded by
an aura of mist and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance.
Considering the surroundings tacitly, a glistening strix manifests here upon misty wings striated
with moonlight, its wise gaze unblinking. There are 3 speckled hedgehogs here. A green parakeet
scratches against the ground in his search for a quick meal. Leaping about after its shadow, a
curious young kitten playfully wanders about here. There are 3 hamsters in a cage-wheel here. A
frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground.
You see a single exit leading northwest.
Kerith beams broadly at Selenity.
You reach out and touch a sallow-wood dowsing rod.
Blinking light emanates from the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, attempting to dispell any
enchantment placed here.
Blinking light emanates form the pointer tip of the dowsing rod, causing the world to suddenly be
embraced in silverly light. As your vision clears, the air is rippling - revealing a dimensional
rift that is situated near the veil.
(Serenwilde): You say, "The veil has given way to a rift."
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And yeah, I left bits of Serenade chat in cause they made me giggle while I was cleaning it.
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@Hoaracle, @Lisaera, @Charune, and anyone else up there. Thanks, I've been around as much as I can and this week has been such a sad but amazing story, looking forward to the next bits.