Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

Posted: **Sun Sep 05, 2021 10:50 pm**

Telka
Saoire's Realm

The tribute to Nir'wei was heartfelt and shared by all. The Immortals stood and spoke, each of them - each gave tribute to him, showed their appreciation of him. His own words back were simple. It was his honour to serve. Saoire smiled at him and nodded. Then, she spoke to all in the room. "It is incumbent on us all to not forget, " she said. "I could suggest that we each owe Nir'wei a debt, and that is right. But I believe that the best thing any of us can do to repay that debt is to live our best lives. Those lives, after all, have been earned by the actions of those we are celebrating here this evening. It is the greatest gift."

Then, when things had settled down a little it was time for another entrance. This time, Bao, Darius, and Zoro. They stepped through to applause and it was applause Saoire led. When they were all seated, she spoke once more. "I would ask every person here to remember and celebrate the actions of these brave individuals, " she said, gesturing to Nir'wei, Bao, Darius and Zoro. "To celebrate," she said. "Not simply to remember, but to act on that remembering. To give, without question. To help each other. When we each do that, the world is a better place for it."

That said, she walked over to Ruari. Kneeling next to her, Saoire smiled at her. "This is for you, brave Ruari," she said softly as she handed Ru a necklace with a glittering turle pendant. Everyone heard her voice, but it was quiet. "It is like the necklace Doran put on you before. It will keep you safe. And for you, Wren, the same." Looking at Hart, she smiled softly. "It also keeps my gaze on them. Should anything ever harm them or try to, I will know. " Standing, she put her hand on Hart's shoulder and then moved back to the main area.

The Spirit Table

Cassion, it had to be said, enjoyed his food. He was an amiable and cheery companion and he didn't stand on ceremony at all. Oram's response to his question provoked a nod from the Immortal of Travel and he considered his words a little before replying. "Anything which stops you from exploring, from learning, is an obstacle to be overcome. That this is so fraught with emotion must make it harder still." He looked at Oram and nodded. "It will be a great adventure. Arlo has been there, he gave me the honey, some of which I gave to you." He was sure that Arlo would help Oram if asked, with information or as needed. "I will watch your journey with pride," he said.

Balthazar replied and said that he wasn't really entering a new chapter. Cassion nodded his understanding. "That moment before a page turns. Every trial an adventure, though, I am sure." He seemed very positive of that. Meanwhile, travel to Desnind was on Kori's mind and Cassion nodded. "I like it there," he said. In fairness, he liked it most everywhere. "They tell tales around the Fire Pit. They're a very calm and spiritual people, they're intriguing." Professor Fridson had smiled and chatted with Elisabeth, told her that the University was going swimmingly, and so on. The Professor's answer to Cassion mirrored Balthazar's in many ways. "I will try just to take what I have learned from this experience and go forward with my best intention."

Shania had a longer answer, again, than the professor. "I believe we have to look at the future of Scalvoris now. It has been weighted under this imbalance for so long that we don't know what the balance itself looks like. We will need to face forward and actively seek out solutions, I think, possibly to situations we are as yet unaware." Cassion nodded. Elisabeth's answer brought a smile to his face. "Far too often, people are so focused on the destination that they forget to appreciate the journey. To stop, take stock of where you are and smell the roses by the side of the road is a fitting and most excellent answer."

Of Oram's first question to him, Cassion looked at him thoughtfully. "People often misunderstand my Domains," he said, by way of introducing his answer. "Travel, especially. If there is another part of Scalvoris which takes their attention, go there. If there is intrigue in the wilds of Viden, go there. Travel, but not simply for travel's sake. My advice would be go to where you wish to explore, a place which intrigues you, excites you and promises adventure to your soul." But it was Oram's second question which made the Immortal pause and look at Oram with a genuine expression of surprise. A broad smile lit on his face and he spoke with exuberant sincerity. "You have, at every step, far exceeded my expectations. Just carry on doing that!" He laughed, obviously having amused himself, but his words were serious. "You are a rare man, Oram Mednix, and I am proud to count you among my Sojourners."

Balthazar asked what was in store for the Immortals now that they could change or, more precisely, of him specifically. Cassion beamed. "I am going to go everywhere again, a changed man" he said eagerly. "Re-read every story and do so with eyes which see it differently. What a great adventure is before me!" But what did it mean for Scalvoris? Cassion beamed. "I don't know for sure but I suspect it means more strangeness, not less. Rediscovery of previously hidden oddities such as the elemental creatures. It is a new place, in many ways. What excitement!

The first question Kori asked brought a slight frown to Cassion's face, but he listened and thought about it. Kori continued in the same vein, asking what he would do in the future. Cassion put down his utensils and looked at Kori with a hard to read expression on his face. His words were spoken in a low voice, a deep baritone which sounded rather melancholy, tinged with irritated. "I will answer both your questions, even though they are rude," he said. Then, he spoke again, more slowly and with an intense look on his face. "You would not, I hope, ask Daia if she injured herself ~ as I did ~ because there was a chance of dancing after? I have been setting up pieces against Audrae for literally arcs, since I took my son to Ishallr, to free the souls trapped there. As for story? Well frankly, boy, a story where the villain wins is often a more interesting one. And as for the future?" He gave a sudden wide grin. "Your question of that is as offensive as your first, and it bears the same answer." Cassion glanced at Oram and the mirth was once more on his face. "So misunderstood, how will I cope?"

But Kori's final question was a good one, in the Immortal's eyes. "She will have the chance of a childhood, a normal life. Or, as normal as can be with her new parents." He chuckled and looked at Elisabeth as she asked her question. "That's a nice idea," he said and he considered it for a moment. "Grief is a journey, just like many other things. Each journey is different, no two people grieve alike. I think that the place to go is those who knew the people who died, those who grieve them. Find out how they would like their loved ones remembered and remember to make it personal. I would have a book or a monument or a carving, something, which had their names and a story of them. Their stories, their lives, told through the words of those who loved them." As for her offer, he smiled at her. "Your generosity of spirit is clear, and appreciated." he said with a nod. "I will remember. "

Telka
Saoire's Realm

As the plates for the second course were cleared away, Saoire once again rose and spoke to them. Again, as she did, there was a small palate cleanser ~ this time in the form of a rice-spoon with a perfect quenelle of sorbet with a flavour which would please them. Looking around at them, she smiled once more. "It is a gift," she said, fairies chattering and twinkling around her. "To be able to celebrate the achievements of our friends and companions. So much was achieved, so much was given. It is fitting that we do so." The sky outside now was dark - it was night, no longer dusk - and there were stars shining in unison with them and their celebrations.

"There are so many ways to give, and all of you gave so much." There was no doubt of this in Saoire's mind. "But now, we will celebrate two who stood and gave more in the Forging than we truly could have hoped for. When the Induks were first imprisoned, there were six Forgings. The four we know of and, of course, Life Forged and Death Forged. We must give thanks to the two who stood in the Forging and took those roles. The Forging itself was painful and uncomfortable for all, but these two suffered in order to bring balance to Scalvoris, in order to free the Induks. They gave their own energy, their own strength - one in song and one in story." She smiled at Elisabeth and Arlo as she spoke.

"And, of course, we must remember that, arcs ago it was Arlo's willingness to sacrifice himself for others which freed the trapped souls. That action allowed one to stay behind," she gestured to Ledas, the tiger at Darius' side. "To guide you through the caves of Ishallr." She gestured then, to the two of them, first Elisabeth and then Arlo. "Please, accept our thanks for taking on the very difficult and painful role, for giving of yourselves and doing so with an unwavering commitment" She gestured for the two of them to stand. As they did, Cadouri brought them each a small gift box. They had no lids so inside the beautiful and delicate boxes they could see, nestled on some organza fabric, a chainstone. "From the Induks, and from us all,"

Then, she gestured around. "Please, join me in giving thanks to Elisabeth and Arlo for what they did." She lifted her hands and began to clap -- she was joined by all the Immortals and, again, there was rather that feeling that someone, somewhere, expected a speech from them both.

As the guests started on their third course, it seemed that they were to be joined by more than the Immortals. At every table, fairies fluttered around and their giggles tinkled like bells.

The Spirit Table

As Saoire gave thanks to Elisabeth and Arlo, Cassion stood and he spoke to them both, individually. "Elisabeth, you endured a truly intense journey, one where many would have fallen by the wayside, but you maintained and stood strong as Death Forged. The tale you have to tell of that time speaks of your emotional resilience, your determination and your strength of character. Now, we just need you to not tumble into puddles and learn to get dressed more quickly, and you'll be golden!" He smiled at her, fondly, his last words teasing before his expression grew more serious. "You endured in very difficult situations and in each one you grew and your learned. No one could ask more than that, and yet you gave more and more with each challenge. " He raised his hands and clapped, just for her.

To Arlo, then, he spoke. "My son," he said, his gaze on Arlo proud and his smile beaming. "Your bravery, ingenuity and strength of character have been displayed here for all to see. All I can say is to assure everyone that you are following your father!" Another laugh from him, amused at his own joke. But again, then, his gaze turned more serious. "I could not be more proud," he said. "of you, my Sojourner."

When that was done, and all had spoken, Cassion turned to the table. "Have a good rest of the evening, enjoy your food and savour each moment!" He more or less bounded off and, as he did, a woman joined them. "Hello," she said with a smile and a bow to them all. "I am Qylios and it is my pleasure to meet you."

She sat at the table, looking at them all. "Some of you I know, others not. It is good to be able to share this time with you, around a table and with good company."

They brought the third course, and Qylios had a rack of lamb encrusted in pistachio nuts and served with potatoes and minted peas. She ate slowly and relished every mouthful it seemed. "Please, feel free to ask of me what you will. It is good to gain diverse perspectives and I would seek yours, also."

Qylios breathed in and then spoke, her voice calm and composed. "For me, there are two people who I must thank, personally," she explained. "Praetorum and Xander stood against me, stood in protection of all of us, me included. Had I harmed one of you, I am not sure what fate would have befallen me." She did not seem to be speaking in hyperbole or even exaggerating, instead she simply expressed a genuine consideration.

"I would like to thank them personally, as a mother and a grandmother" Gesturing around the room with a movement of her head, she explained further. "This is as an Immortal, but they deserve something more, something personal. So, my question to you is as an Immortal to a mortal soul." Looking at them each, she smiled softly. "How do you, personally, show your gratitude?" She was quick to add. "I do not want you to tell me how you think I should, but how you do. That will, I hope, give me ideas and inspiration which I can then make my own."

And her second question was linked, of course. "And, secondly, what is the greatest gift you have either given or received, and why is it so important?"

OOC Info

Please split your post into the following sections.

Second Course
- Here you should answer the questions posed by other PCs.
- You may also respond to the Immortal more (but no more questions, cos they're leaving in a bit)
Between Courses:
- This is where you respond to Saoire's tribute to Arlo & Elisabeth
- Please make sure you state if you applaud or not. All NPCs do.
Third Course
- Here you get to answer the question of your new Immortal table-mate.
- Also, you get to ask your own question of the Immortal.
- And each of you may ask a new Group Question.

Note: To keep this thread on track and moving, we are asking pcs to post weekly. If you do not post by the 'next post' date, you will be considered to have missed a round. If you miss one, you will simply be considered to have been quiet that round. If you miss two, you will be written out of the thread. Please let Pegasus, Avalon or Vulpes know if you will have trouble meeting a deadline.

Objectives

Make a menu choice! (Third course)
Describe the flavor of your sorbet
Answer the question you have been asked by Qylios
You may ask Qylios up to two things. This may be a request for information, for understanding, or a plea to do something. Up to you!
You can ask up to one question of everyone at the table (including Qylios) . PLEASE ONLY ASK THESE GROUP QUESTIONS this round - we'll direct you to answering them next round.
Describe one of the fairies who are visiting your table

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Posted: **Wed Sep 08, 2021 1:36 am**

Raspberry sorbet, like the kind you find in a…sorbet store

Second Course

Oram was deeply gratified by Cassion’s responses. And relieved, in a way, that the Man of Roads did not specify any specific place for the travelers to consider. The last thing the hunter needed was to become the bearer of some improbable prophetic message. When the Man of Roads told him how proud he was of him, and that he had nothing further to ask of him, he blushed and chose that moment to engage in an especially close examination of the last remaining goat cheese dumpling on his board. Osric nudged him and whispered: ”Get you! Apple of Cassion’s eye!” Which only deepened Oram’s consuming fascination with the dumpling.

He roused slightly at his tablemates’ questions. Kori’s this time, was completely concrete and specific. While he was glad for such a question, Oram hoped it wasn’t on account of what he had said earlier. It had never been his intention to put the young man “in his place.” On the other hand, it was a question he didn’t actually know the answer to. ”I don’t know,” he replied honestly. ”But I hope she finds a home among people who will ground her in a happy, simple life that enables her to understand and appreciate others, and what she has.” As he watched the girl interact with Vega at the other table, he felt a wave of optimism for that prospect.

To Elisabeth’s question, Oram gave more thought. What was it to honor and remember someone who was lost. The traveler glanced over at his brother. If he were to die tomorrow, how would he want Osric to remember him? ”I think,” he said after a trill, looking back at the woman, ”that the question is best answered by each person’s friends and loved ones, those who actually cherish the memories in question. Maybe ask each family, each bereaved widow or widower or orphan, how they want the dearly departed remembered. It does the most honor, I think, to the dead to let those who were most important to them in life share their stories to others. And for those others to listen, and then share the stories of their own lost friends in turn.”

He thought a bit more. ”I guess the answer is harder for those who, for whatever reason, aren’t survived by many people who were close to them in life. In their cases, they would need some other champion, someone to recover the stories of their lives and to share them. So perhaps, make a point of finding the most neglected graves, the unmarked ones and the ones with the fewest flowers, and learn the names of those buried in them, what they did in life that might be worth commemorating, be it ever so small or trivial.”

Between Courses

The questions for now were done, and so were the dumplings, so it was time for Oram to make another selection. Once more, the “Hunter’s Board” offered the choice that most appealed to him: roast quail in fancysounding sauce.

No sooner had Oram eaten his last dumpling than the ever-attentive cadouri removed the serving paddle with its now-dismembered parsley ram from before him and replaced it with a small dish holding an egg-shaped scoop of bright pinkish-red sorbet. It was raspberry, tart but light. Although it was tasty, Oram only ate a couple bites of it, partly because he did not want to spoil his appetite for the quail, and partly because Saoire soon began to speak again to them. This time, it was to acknowledge Arlo and Elisabeth for their feats and ordeals. Of course the traveler offered them his warmest ovation. He only hoped he didn’t have to applaud too many others, as he was afraid the ceremony might start to become tired and mannered, even if the people being celebrated were just as deserving as those who had come earlier.

Third Course

Too soon, Cassion took his leave, and they found themselves joined by Qylios. Oram felt uneasy about that; he didn’t know the Immortal well, and the first time he had crossed her path, she had nearly intervened in a way that could have ruined everything. Only the heroism of Xander and Praetorum had stayed her wrath. The hunter thought he understood why she had acted as she had, but that just made the situation more complicated, not less so. Those who meant well could sometimes still act at cross purposes, with possibly catastrophic results.

Thankfully, she smiled at them and gave them a pleasant greeting. Even better, the food brought before them left nothing to be desired. The fancysounding sauce turned out to be some sort of cherry and wine sauce, which went well with the quail. The unease Oram had felt when the new Immortal had first joined them all but vanished as he savored the new course, and so he was in a clear frame of mind when she asked her questions. After chewing appreciatively for a bit, the hunter said: ”Well, for starters, I’d like to show my gratitude to whoever cooked and served this meal.” He looked uncertainly at his older brother. ”I guess that means some sort of toast?”

He rose awkwardly to his feet and raised his drinking glass, which currently contained some sort of light, dry red wine meant to go with the quail. ”To our hostess,” he said, feeling too foolish to raise his voice loudly. ”And to those who cooked and served this fantastic food.” He quickly sat down, hoping he didn’t attract that much attention. Osric leaned over to him: ”I think you’re actually supposed to drink and wait for the others to do so before sitting again,” the smith observed, his voice more amused than reproachful.

He looked bashfully at Qylios. ”So I guess the answer to the question: how do I show gratitude? Would be: Not that smoothly?” He gave the Immortal his best please-don’t-yell-at-me smile.

Her second question drew a more thoughtful, even wistful expression from the hunter. ”The most precious thing ever given to me was a crescent hare ushanka my father gave me, before he went out on his last hunting trip,” he said quietly. ”Sometimes the thing that makes a gift most special is simply who it’s from, I guess.” Something caught in his voice just then, and he fell silent, not speaking again for some time afterward.

He picked at his food, suddenly more pensive than hungry, tasty though the fare was. When he at last did rouse himself again, he asked to the table in general: ”What do you guys do, when you have nothing to say, but people are looking to you for a response? Is there some kind of trick or stall you fall back on, to say something other than nothing? Or maybe there’s a thought process you go through to best find the words you’re fumbling for?” It was a question that, for obvious and acute reasons just then, he was curious to find an answer to. It also probably came across as just the sort of stumper question he had chided Kori for just a few bits ago. Quietly, he resolved to cut the young man a bit more slack going forward.

Once he had rallied sufficiently, he looked at the Immortal now sitting with them and asked: ”If you could go back in time, with the benefit of what you know now, would you have made the same open-ended pledge to protect the Girl and avenge any injuries against her, even knowing where that could lead, or would you have done something different?” As soon as he asked it, he realized the question might come across as reproachful, even confrontational. Not the most pleasant dinner conversation. Talk about stumpers! he thought ruefully. Why did I just ask that?!

Then again, given what they had all gone through on her account, perhaps it was a fair thing to ask her, after all, comfortable or not. The Immortals were considering change, they said? Then they should start by changing the stuff in their natures that got people killed. He let the question stand, unsoftened, and he held Qylios’ eyes for just a trill as he willed himself to swallow a bit of quail that was suddenly inexplicably dry. Then he dropped his gaze again, so as not to leave the challenge too sharp, before the hint of defiance creeping into his mood could take hold in his expression. He wasn’t looking for a fight, particularly not with the formidable Qylios.

The tension was thankfully broken by a tiny peal of laughter, accompanied by a rumbling under the table at Oram’s feet. A dark-skinned fairy with platinum wings and hair darted delightedly to and fro around a table leg while Choir snapped at it playfully. The fairy was far too fast for the wolf to catch it, and it didn’t look like Choir was trying all that hard, anyway. Oram smiled, hoping that the relaxed and playful mood under the table would soften the mood above it.

Posted: **Sun Sep 12, 2021 3:15 am**

Second Course...

Elisabeth smiled as Cassion replied to her answer, grateful that he found worth in what she had said. Many might enjoy adventure after adventure, but the young woman doubted she would ever be like that. A little time between, in her opinion, was good for one. She had much in her life to be thankful for, and it seemed reasonable to want to appreciate such without greater distractions.

Kori seemed to be the only one that had a question for the table, so Elisabeth turned to reply, considering what she wanted to say. Cassion beat her to it, speaking of new parents and a childhood. Elisabeth waited until the Immortal was done and added in her thoughts. “If I know anything, it’s that Joy will be taken care of. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I want to get to know her, if I can. She didn’t ask for anything that happened, and whatever I can do to help her in this new life of hers, I’m ready, willing and looking forward to it.”

Glancing softly at Cassion, the young woman considered him for a few moments. His involvement at the Heart of Scalvoris had been her first direct interaction with him. He was a bit different from the other Immortals she knew, but Elisabeth enjoyed his company very much.

Between Courses...

As the table settled, Saoire began speaking again as sorbets were delivered to the guests. Elisabeth’s, flavored in tart pomegranate, made a smile slip across her lips.

Listening to Saoire, it quickly became clear that she and Arlo were the ones now being spoken about. Her heart started racing as the Immortal spoke of their actions. Biting her bottom lip gently, the young woman rose when Saoire gestured for her to do so, keeping her focus on the blond Immortal, for doing so allowed Elisabeth to push down the blush trying to creep up her cheeks.

It wasn’t just Saoire though. All the Immortal’s present had their say. Elisabeth gazed at each as they spoke to them in turn, and tears began to form in her eyes. They were all especially touching and poignant, and Cassion’s made her smile, inclining her head to the Immortal, taking his point in the light manner it was offered. She would make a point to thank them all personally at later moment.

Glancing at all the faces in the room, Elisabeth knew she was expected to say a few words, but what could she say that would do justice to the emotion she felt inside? She had spoken at Cylus Dusk, but this was different.

The faces she saw, were people she cared about – some she even loved. And within that line of thought, she found her voice. Arlo spoke first, and much more eloquently than she, but she would give it a shot, even though her voice was shaking slightly.

Smiling softly as she addressed the room, she tried to find as many faces as she could. “The extraordinary nature of what happened is only surpassed by the bravery, determination, sacrifices and ingenuity of everyone involved. Every single soul, giving everything they had, uniting and writing a new story. Everyone from the Elements to the researchers, to the librarians, to those that were there. All pieces of a combined, shared experience...and celebration."

After, as she regained her seat, she was handed another gift. Upon opening it, she found a beautiful chainstone, and simply sat there, quietly contemplating all that she was blessed with in life and the gratitude she had.

Third Course...

As Cassion bid them farewell, and reminded them to savor each moment, the young woman nodded her head, intending to do just that.

Qylios arrived just as their third course showed up, which for Elisabeth was light salad, brilliantly colored with red bell peppers, cucumbers, tomatoes, blue cheese, kalamata olives and beautiful herb tzatziki dressing. The young woman smiled at the Immortal, truly happy to see her. Elisabeth bore Qylios’ mark now and that was a responsibility she took seriously.

The Immortal’s first question was an interesting one, and something that had consumed Elisabeth’s mind a time or two. “M’lady, it’s often been noted that I tend to use words for many things, and it’s true. In the case of your question, the answer is two-fold. I feel that it is important to tell people of my gratitude, that it is right to do so. However, I’ve learned over time that actions speak just as loud. Doing something that means something to the person themselves, can be particularly meaningful. So now, I tend to do both, because I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to rid myself of the words entirely, but perhaps with time, I’ll learn to use a few less.“ Giving Qylios a warm smile, the young woman waited a beat before tackling the next query.

The second question was a bit easier to answer. “There are many incredible gifts I’ve been given, but the single greatest gift I’ve ever been blessed with is another’s love. As for the why, that's harder to express. It's simple, complex and unique - all at the same time - but to me, trusting another with the most vulnerable side of themselves, is an extraordinary gift."

The salad was delightful, and Elisabeth quietly ate as she listened to others converse with Qylios. It was interesting to her to listen to all the varying perspectives and insights, attempting to understand others a bit more.

The time came for questions to Qylios, and Elisabeth had one at the forefront of her mind. Touching the necklace around her neck, she looked earnestly at the Immortal, thinking to ask her about it, but at the last moment, decided not to. The answers were out there, and she could find them on her own. That still left the matter of a question for the Immortal, and she smiled as she asked it. “What inspires you?” It wasn't a simple question, even if it seemed like it. Truly interested in the answer, she patiently waited to see what would be said.

She considered a second question or request but decided ultimately not to ask anything further of the Immortal, but instead using the time to offer her own gratitude to Qylios. “I wished to say that I’m honored to bear your mark, and I will strive to continue to be worthy of it. To grow and learn. Should you need anything, I would be happy to help.”

As for the table, the question was simple. “What is your favorite smell?”

Can do/Must do

Make a menu choice! (Done)
Describe an edible decoration on your second course meal (Done)
Describe the flavor of juice your small glass contains (Done)
Answer the question you have been asked by Immortal (Done)
You may ask the Immortal up to two things. (Done)
You can ask up to one "group" question of everyone at the table (including Immortal) . (Done)

Posted: **Sun Sep 12, 2021 3:31 am**

39 Ymiden 721

Second Course

As the individuals around the table ate their second course, more questions were asked and answered and Balthazar listened. Kori'an inquired about the girl, Joy and Elisabeth inquired about a proper tribute for the lost. Balthazar had more thoughts on the latter than the former but even with the former he had thoughts. He didn't answer Kori'an though, because he didn't think it was his place. He knew little about raising a child because his own childhood was less than normal. He felt his advice, no matter what it was, would only shortchange the childhood that Joy deserved. So he said nothing and instead listened to the suggestions of those around them.

He could help but think about the Untold as Cassion spoke of travel. Balthazar had spent a good amount of time in the Untold in the past- or perhaps he hadn't really spent any time there at all? It was hard to tell. Time was a nebulous concept in that place. Well, it had been in his journey through it. He wondered what Cassion thought of the Untold and its strange capacity to link Idalos but he also wondered if Cassion knew anything about why it was shut off now. Yet on that topic he did not inquire either, because he'd already asked his questions to the Immortal. He liked the way Cassion put what Balthazar had said. 'The moment before the page turned.' It felt fitting. Shania's answer was longer than the professors but it prompted a little bit more interest from Balthazar as a result.

Shania... what was she in charge of again? Balthazar began going through his memory to see if he knew or had met her before but a few trills into the effort he found himself reflecting more on what she'd just said than on what she did. He had a feeling there were still many things left to discover on the island. The induk and all the business with the Immortals was a game played on a higher level, but there were plenty of mortals across the islands that created problems for the Elements every trial. This new balance would not necessarily mean peace. In fact, Balthazar still wasn't sure what it would mean other than more work after Cassion answered his question.

"I look forward to hearing about your journey." Balthazar said in simple reply to Cassion. It was intriguing to think that Cassion would be exploring again with new eyes but it was as much an answer as it was avoiding the answer. Then again, what Balthazar wanted to know could probably only be known by Ziell. Now that Immortals could change, did any of them know what was in store for their futures? What if Cassion's adventure did not go the way he was expecting it to? Only time would tell. Just as time would tell what changes the balance brought to Scalvoris. Elemental creatures could have very well only been the beginning of many, many more changes. One thing about what Cassion said in response to Kori'an's question surprised him.

Cassion enjoyed stories where the villain won. Why? To see them live in the wake of their poor decisions? What about the victorious villain tickled the Taleweaver's fancy?

Balthazar leaned over to Elisabeth to answer her question shortly before Cassion departed. "I have thoughts about that which we can discuss later." Meaning that it would take too long to get into now. Haven provided Elisabeth with a few unique opportunities.

Between Courses

While the plates for the second course were being cleared away and a small pomegranate sorbet was set before Balthazar and Fuego, Saoire addressed the mass of the party again. This time the tribute was for the Life and Death Forged who had been there at the Forging- Arlo and Elisabeth. Balthazar rose and applauded for them both, Arlo first because he was further away but Elisabeth after and he clapped longer for her before sitting back down in his seat to listen while the others gave their testaments and speeches. He listened closely to those who spoke about Elisabeth and he didn't take his eyes off her for any longer than a few moments at a time while the speeches were given.

He grinned when Cassion made the same joke he always made while training her. If she could stand to improve anything, she needed to work on falling less. The rest of the Immortals said very much the same- that their actions were essential and that they would be honored for it. Balthazar was proud of Elisabeth. Death Forged. He still wasn't really sure he knew what that meant but if she needed his help to figure it out, he'd be there for her. Elisabeth gave a small speech and Balthazar applauded appropriately again when she was done before reaching out to squeeze her hand when he hoped no one was looking.

Third Course

After the tribute, Cassion was quick to make his exit from the table and the group was joined by another of his kind who quickly introduced herself as Qylios. It was nice not to have to guess at names. The third course was brought to the table and Balthazar was presented with what he expected to be his favorite of the courses- a steak cooked medium well without any special seasonings beyond salt and pepper. It was simple but it did the job and kept him from spending time he didn't need to be thinking about food. He noticed that Qylios ordered lamb with various sides. Cassion ordered lamb as well for his course. Maybe he was missing out by sticking with steak if the Immortals liked lamb. He wondered if Vri liked lamb.

Qylios cut Balthazar's musing short when she mentioned being grateful to Xander and Praetorum. The first he was not fully familiar with beyond what the vial had show him and that was admirable enough to understand Qylios's notion. The second Balthazar was more familiar with and had a more complicated opinion on. In the end, Praetorum was a friend in a difficult spot and he'd done his best so Balthazar was grateful to him as well. Maybe not as a protector to Elisabeth but as a protector to the islands. Qylios lead into her question- or questions as it turned out. How did they show their gratitude and what was the greatest gift they'd ever been given? Two questions that felt like they'd take longer than a few moments to answer yet the first one came clearly to Balthazar's mind. Had Qylios not clarified that she didn't want to know what they thought she should do, Balthazar might have had a harder time. He tried to show his gratitude in a way that he wasn't sure Immortals could all the time.

Balthazar grinned and raised his cup when Oram made his toast to the people who'd served the food but he said nothing. He agreed with the notion even if it felt a little sudden to him. He listened as Oram answered the question's Qylios had posed to the group and considered the hunter's answers with a smile. Did anyone show gratitude smoothly? Oram told them about the gift from his father and Balthazar listened again, choosing to speak in the window when Oram fell silent so that the hunter could have a moment to collect himself.

"I try to be there for the people who have earned my gratitude, no matter what they need." Balthazar said, "How that looks changes from person to person. Not everyone needs a crime solved, not everyone is looking for a lost thing, some people just want to talk. I don't generally place much value in words but some people do and so it is appropriate. I think the right way to express your gratitude for what people have done for you if to be there when they need you." It was perhaps, an overly protective answer. You couldn't be there for everyone you owed your gratitude at all times but Balthazar liked to think he would never turn away someone who earned it.

A moment later Balthazar was distracted from the conversation by Fuego nearly wandering off the edge of the table while starring at one of the visiting fairies that had begun to flutter around Balthazar's head. Balthazar forgot Fuego could float so when the diri walked off the edge, he just kept walking. The fairy floating around Balthazar's head and playing a little bell was feminine and no taller than maybe five inches and a few centimeters with a white glow shining slightly out from her. When Balthazar finally noticed her he noticed she was wearing a simple green dress and had orange hair that was cropped at about shoulder length. She fluttered around the table quickly after Balthazar noticed her above his head and Fuego went off to follow her around the table- but both of them ended up over by Balthazar and Elisabeth within a few bits.

While the diri and fairy wandered, Elisabeth had answered Qylios's questions about both how she expressed her gratitude and what her greatest gift was. He smiled but he did not blush. When Balthazar answered Qylios's question about the best gift he'd been given, his mind had gone to things other than love. Love was an extraordinary gift but good love was only a new force in his life. His choice was not a literal wrapped gift but it was something he considered a gift for many reasons. It was something that even bound, defined Balthazar for a long time. "This may be a controversial answer but I think the greatest gift I've ever received was my first spark. Not everyone thinks positively of magic, I know that, but I wouldn't be who I am or where I am today if not for the spark and my pursuit of magic. I have seen, felt, and experienced remarkable things that I never could have possibly imagined because of the spark. Others might not agree and might attribute my experiences to my own curiosity, but if not for that first spark I would not have survived so long through so many extraordinary things." Balthazar said before shifting into a question, "I know what many people think about magic, but what do you think of it Qylios? Obviously, you don't have to tell me but I'm curious." Balthazar was hoping for more than a surface level expression of approval or disapproval. "And what do all of you think? I'm sure you've heard some things. Oram, you've seen me use magic before. Elisabeth, you asked my to initiate you and after a lot or debate I did. Kori'an, Professor, Shania, you've never seen me perform it in person but I'm sure you must have thoughts as well?"

However there was more curiosity on the edge of Balthazar's mind. He felt a little bit embarrassed rattling off so many questions but he turned back to Qylios, thinking of Elisabeth's mark. "I mentioned gratitude earlier and how I express it. You've given Elisabeth a great responsibility and gift with your mark and I am grateful to you for that, despite what could have transpired during the Forging. If you should need anything, I will try to be there for you as you would be for Elisabeth."

Objectives

1. Steak!
2. Pomegranate Sorbet
3. Did it.
4. Done.
5. Done.
6. Done-zo

Posted: **Sun Sep 12, 2021 7:30 pm**

Telka
Saoire's Realm

Once the tribute to Arlo and Elisabeth had finished, Saoire smiled around the room as the applause died down. "So far, we have celebrated those whose actions in the Heart of Scalvoris meant that things went so much better than we could have hoped," she said. Then, she gestured to the room. "And I want to be clear with everyone here. Whether you have seen the events via the vial, whether you were there to witness them or even if you have only the word of those who were there, there is an undeniable and absolute truth." Pausing, she breathed in and fairies danced around her. Stars twinkled above her, shining through the window, and for a moment there was silence.

"Each and every person, every individual who was there that trial, is a hero. We are here to celebrate you all and I must make it clear that you saved Scalvoris." With a smile, she watched the fairies as they flittered around. "And while we make note of specifics, of people's actions and deeds which tipped things further, you all saved Scalvoris, the Induks and, quite possibly, a lot more than that" Who knew what Audrae's machinations would have ended with, after all. "And so, to each of you were there in the Heart that trial, to each of you who gave so much, we have a gift for you"

The "we" Saoire referred to was evidently the Immortals, judging by her gesture. As she spoke, cadouri brought small gifts to each person who was there in the Forging that fateful trial. For each one of them it was the same thing. A small crystal-carved turtle with an emerald-encrusted shell and sapphire blue eyes. "One favour to each of you, from any one of us who was present," she said as the gifts were given. "We hope that it goes some way to showing you the depths of our gratitude."

Then, she raised a glass of what seemed to be pink fizzy wine, and spoke once more. "I propose a toast. To those who saved us, to The Forged!" Every waiter, every Immortal, all stood and toasted them.

The Spirit Table

Qylios seemed quite content with the answers they gave her to her question. "Thank you," she said, and she smiled. "You have made my job easier. Much easier." On her question of gratitude, she joined Oram in his toast and she smiled at the hunter in appreciation. "Well said, Oram, I agree!" As for Oram's question regarding how people dealt with situations where they were required to speak, or act, but no response was forthcoming?

Professor Fridson replied first. "I ask for a moment. I explain that I need to think or consider." Shrugging his shoulders slightly he explained as best he could. "I am not someone who people often have great expectations of, in that way." Shania, however, was clear. Perhaps it was because she had lead Gunvorton for such a long time. "It is a troublesome situation when that happens," she said. "But, when I need a moment to breathe, to think, I reflect the question or statement back to them. If someone has said to me 'there is a bear in the kitchen', then I might ask them, 'did you just say bear? As in, there's a bear, in the kitchen?'. While I'm doing that, I'm thinking of the "so what" in my head." With a smile to Oram, she explained. "And that 'so what' is what I say next. So, 'that bear could steal my fresh-baked cookies' for example. I do that because when I do the person or persons with me are more likely to pipe up with 'or destroy the kitchen completely!' which might be something I had not seen."

Oram's question to Qylios, though, prompted a slight frown of thoughtfulness to cross her face. "Oram, I wish I knew the answer to that," she said honestly. "with hindsight, it was foolish and dangerous and reckless. All things I endeavor not to be. I hope that I have learned and I believe I have, that it is important to think carefully before tying myself and my fellows with an oath. Words which bound me so absolutely that I was a danger to myself and those I sought to protect. However," she looked at him honestly. "I remember that feeling, how full of emotion and love I was. I would sincerely hope that I would never again be manipulated in that way. If I could go back in time and change it? I would have to think hard. Because it was a very painful lesson, but it was a lesson which worked out for the best in the end. If I did not learn it then, would I be a danger to others in some other way?" She shrugged slightly. "I could not and would not change the sentiment, but the oath itself was foolish and, if I could take it back I would."

Elisabeth had no question, but she did speak of her pride at bearing Qylios' mark. "I believe," she said softly, "that actions speak much louder than words. Had I simply not made an Oath, not spoken those words, I could have saved all of us, all of you, all involved, an awful lot of pain and suffering and my love, my urge to protect would have been no less. I believe your actions will do you justice, Elisabeth. I look forward to it."

Balthazar had a question about magic and Qylios considered it. "I am growing more untrusting of it, to be frank with you, Balthazar." She was always honest. "As I realise how little of it we actually know, how little understanding we have. It is a trade of sharing your soul with an unknown entity in exchange for power. I've come across few revealed mages in my time but the more the magic grows, the less and less it is a balance, I think. And truly, I have never seen a problem which could only be solved by magic. So, I am growing increasingly cautious, the more I here. I think we need to understand it more." The Professor considered it. "I don't like it, Mr Black, I must admit. More harm than good has been wrought with it, I believe." Shania however shrugged. "It's a tool. Like a sword or a sewing needle." She was nothing if not pragmatic. "Study it, learn it, understand it. Use it." She met Balthazar's gaze. "But I am a simple woman, an Inn Keeper who has been lucky and unlucky in equal measure. I don't know about souls or parasites."

Telka
Saoire's Realm

As the staff collected the plates from the third course, Saoire once again rose and spoke to them. Again, as she did, there was a small palate cleanser ~ this time a small sphere which, when they ate it, exploded in their mouth with a very briefly intense flavour and the sensation of popping candy. Then, it was gone. Gazing around the room, Saoire beamed with obvious delight "One of the things which amazes me beyond explanation," she said as the stars seemed to twinkle in agreement with her "Is the bravery and resourcefulness of all of you."

"In terms of that bravery, that resourcefulness - and that willingness to go the extra mile, we have two people to give our thanks to." Her eyes moved around the room and then alighted on the first. "Woe Morandi, when all this began and you became aware, you stepped in to protect Egilrun. Your actions led to the protection of Egilrun, the strengthening of the Rangers and the Order of the Adunih. That you saved lives is without doubt and you did so not only without any quest for personal glory, but in a time when such action was both desperately needed and not your responsibility." She smiled at Woe and raised her hands to clap for him.

Applause for Woe echoed around the room and Saoire waited for it to die down, before speaking again. "Would you say a few words, Woe?"

After Woe had spoken, or declined to, Saoire spoke again. "Next is someone who went above and beyond in the greatest manner," she said and again, her smile was beaming. "There is no doubt that any endeavor requires logistics and management, but we all agree that in this there has been one individual who has exceeded our expectations above all others" Her gaze turned to the man in question. "Your actions, Doran, saved Scalvoris, there is no doubt. More than that, your analytical thinking and logical approach meant that every detail was adhered to. However, what amazed us was that you also managed to come up with solutions so elegant that they surprised the great Storyteller himself." As she said that, Cassion spoke. "Hear hear! That hasn't happened for many an arc!" Saoire smiled at Doran and spoke once more. "You saved us all. Thank you."

Then, she gestured around. "Please, join me in giving thanks to Doran," She lifted her hands and began to clap -- she was joined by all the Immortals and, again, there was rather that feeling that someone, somewhere, expected a speech from them both. then Cassion shouted once more. "Speech! "

And both of them were given gifts, also. For Woe it was an exquisite glass coin which was icy cold on one side, warm on the other. For Doran, it was a plain platinum ring.

The Spirit Table

The tribute, this time, was to Doran and Woe. She looked at them both and then spoke to them individually. "It is a rare man," she said, "who can so clearly see what needs to be done and steps in to help others. Your protection of Egilrun, of it's people - and your commitment to defeating the enemy was a testimony to your strength of character. Thank you." Turning to Doran, Qylios then addressed him. "My thanks to you, Doran, is as a grandmother, a mother, and a daughter. You were exceptional in your protection of my family and of Scalvoris. You were sensitive and considered and I owe you a debt. We all do." Emotion filled her words to both of them, and then Qylios fell quiet. As the third course was taken away, Qylios spoke again, this time to her table. "Fare well, all of you," she said with a bow. "Thank you for your company, insight and companionship." With that, she left them.

She was not gone long, however, when they were joined by the penultimate Immortal at their table. "Greetings, I am Daia and it is a pleasure to sit and spend some time with you!" Daia said this as she took a seat. Looking around at them, she seemed genuinely pleased to be with them. "First, I bring information. The child Joy is well and happy and her new parents are Arlo and Vega Creede. She will be their daughter from this trial onwards." Daia smiled and gestured over to the table where they were seated. "Qylios has discussed this with them and we understand that there are many who have a sense of responsibility to, or desire to remain in the life of Joy and so we offer those of you who were in the Forging these scrolls." She held up one of them, and put two of them in a place where Elisabeth and Oram could take one each if they wished. "Write on the scroll and Vega or Arlo will see it," she explained. "They have one scroll only a sort of hub-scroll. They can write back individually, or to multiple people. They will write, once a cycle, and let you know how she is doing and if you want to see her or spend time, you can use this to arrange that." Daia smiled. "They are very determined that she will have a happy and normal life with loving parents and a wide family. Please, take a scroll if you wish but do not feel that you are obliged to, because you are not."

That done, she thanked the cadouri who brought her a clear soup with noodles and vegetables and she looked at the people sitting at the table. "It has been such an honour to be here this trial," she said. "To celebrate all that happened. It seems to me that there has been much to celebrate. I wonder if you would indulge me by answering this question" Her eyes were serious and she seemed, momentarily, a little sad, but she quickly came out of that and smiled anew. "For those of you who do not know, I was once killed by a mortal," she said. "I was dead for a long time, until I was resurrected by the efforts of Hart and Vega who gave their energy to bring me back." She said that, rather like she was expecting them to know. "I have often wondered why that mortal did what he did, what prompted him to do it. I can not ask him, for he is many generations dead. But, that is my question to you. When someone has wronged you, hurt you, how do you deal with it?" How, Daia wondered, did they get closure.

"Of course," she said in a friendly tone. "Ask your questions of me, also."

OOC Info

Please split your post into the following sections.

Third Course
- Here you should answer the questions posed by other PCs.
- You may also respond to the Immortal more (but no more questions, cos they're leaving in a bit)
Between Courses:
- This is where you respond to Saoire's tribute to Doran & Woe
- Please make sure you state if you applaud or not. All NPCs do.
Fourth Course
- Here you get to answer the question of your new Immortal table-mate.
- Also, you get to ask your own question of the Immortal.
- And each of you may ask a new Group Question.

Note: To keep this thread on track and moving, we are asking pcs to post weekly. If you do not post by the 'next post' date, you will be considered to have missed a round. If you miss one, you will simply be considered to have been quiet that round. If you miss two, you will be written out of the thread. Please let Pegasus, Avalon or Vulpes know if you will have trouble meeting a deadline.

Objectives

Make a menu choice! (Fourth course)
Describe the flavor of your popping-exploding sphere
Please be explicit and let us know if you are taking the scroll offered to you or not. These scrolls are only available to those who were in the Life Forged/ Death Forged end-thread.
Answer the question you have been asked by Daia
You may ask Daia up to two things. This may be a request for information, for understanding, or a plea to do something. Up to you!
You can ask up to one question of everyone at the table (including Daia) . PLEASE ONLY ASK THESE GROUP QUESTIONS this round - we'll direct you to answering them next round.

Next Post: Sunday 19th September

Posted: **Thu Sep 16, 2021 4:53 pm**

Please don’t roast my toast

When Saoire proposed her toast, Oram rose and echoed the other people’s cries of “The Forged!” After his brother’s reminder, he noticed that Saoire and everybody else remained standing as they drank the toast.

Third Course

Oram was gratified by Qylios’ answers. They were far more gracious and thoughtful than he had expected once the challenge had come out of his mouth. Nodding appreciatively, he said as much to her and thanked her warmly before she left their company. Speaking of questions…

Elisabeth’s question was easy. Favorite smell? ”The smell of a campfire with just the right wood,” he told her brightly. ”Especially alder or cedar that’s been harvested in Vhalar.”

Osric chimed in: ”He used to complain when Dad would put the “wrong” wood on the fire. At least now Or’s in a line of work where he gets to put that keen nose to good use.” Although they looked at Elisabeth and did not glance at each other at all, both Mednixes unwittingly gave her the same grin.

As for Balthazar’s question, the traveler replied: ”It’s tempting to just think of magic as a tool. But tools shouldn’t have a mind of their own, and the way I hear you mages talk about your ‘Sparks’, it seems a lot like they do. So I’d say magic is a bit more like an ornery work animal, something that could be useful, or it could be more trouble than it’s worth and end up doing something you don’t want it to.”

A bit like Ornot, the traveler thought, except a lot more dangerous, say, if Ornot had venomous fangs and were the size of a warhorse.

Between Courses:

The traditional five course meal, as Oram would no doubt learn from his sister-in-law later, traditionally had its entree as its fourth course, yet Oram’s “Hunter’s Board” took a slightly different route, with the heaviest course in the exact middle. Having already enjoyed the quail, Oram next ordered a crayfish salad.

About this time, Saoire rose again to introduce and pay tribute to a couple of the other party members: this time, Doran and Woe. They had largely worked behind the scenes during the much of the adventure, Oram recalled. Yet behind-the-scenes stuff could be crucial, as he was learning to appreciate since joining the Rangers. So the hunter of course joined in heartily in the applause. At this point, he sensed the dinner was starting to wind down, so he wasn’t as worried about running out of heartiness as he had been earlier.

He sat down again as cadouri arrived to clear his quail-bone-littered plate and presented him with some sort of sphere thing. When he put it in his mouth, it popped to unleash an intense grape flavor. It was a “white” or “green” grape flavor, not too sicky-sweet, and actually slightly tart and underripe, which was, oddly, the way Oram preferred grapes.

Fourth Course

The Immortals at each table switched out just before the courses did, and Daia replaced Qylios at theirs. Oram felt much more at ease around Daia; he suspected anybody did. When she made her announcement about the girl (Joy, he would have to remember to call her “Joy” and not “the girl”) staying with Arlo and Vega, Oram glanced over to their table. They seemed like just the grounded sorts the gi-Joy- needed to have a shot at growing up into a healthy, happy life. The traveler felt ambivalent about accepting the scroll, not least of all because using it would entail more reading and writing, but finally elected to do so. If nothing else, he could use it to keep up with Vega and Arlo.

As Daia spoke, the food came. The crayfish salad had various wild greens, including a fair amount of sorrel, and was seasoned with lemon juice and some sort of savory vinegar. Oram chewed some of the tangy sorrel as he listened to Daia’s question. What would he do when someone had hurt or wronged him? Feeling the Ezere mark on his chest, Oram realized that his answer now might be different from what it would have been a season ago.

”Well,” he said, after a moment, ”if they were right in front of me when they did the wronging and hurting, I’d probably strike them down. But if time had passed,” he paused, and when he spoke again, there was a more thoughtful tone to his voice:

”I’m a hunter. I’ve killed plenty of living things. I’ve…even killed a man. And I realize he may or may not be my last. So I’m not averse to taking life. What I am, I suppose, is averse to wasting life. So I guess what I’m saying is: if I had time to reflect, I’d probably ask myself: what is the greater waste of life here? What is the lesser? To avenge the wrong and put the wrongdoer down, or spare them and risk that they will do ever more harm?”

He looked back over to the table where Joy talked to Vega and Arlo. Strangely, seeing that made him feel better about his decision, not worse. “With the girl, I was pretty clear in my view. Given a chance, she would work more mischief, a lot more. She was unrepentant, aggrieved, and her ability to inflict harm was alarming. So I had no problem seeing her dead.” He nodded towards them. ”And I sense that, on balance, a lot less life will have been wasted, on account of the choices we made that trial.”

Osric leaned towards his younger brother. ”’Unrepentant’? ‘Aggrieved’? You sure have been hitting those books, haven’t you?” he teased. Oram ignored him.

As to questions of his own, Oram decided to go easy on posing questions this time around. Even though Qylios had been incredibly gracious in answering his somewhat confronting question earlier, the whole exchange had been surprisingly stressful. So he would only ask one question this time, to Daia. And it was a practical request, rather than some sort of poser.

”The last time I did any formal practice or training with a spear, one of the things my trainer chided me for was my footwork. She gave me some training exercises to do, and I suppose they helped. But…do you have anything that could help me with my footwork?”

Once again, Oram refrained this round from asking any questions of the rest of the group.

Posted: **Sat Sep 18, 2021 4:44 am**

Third Course...

Elisabeth felt Balthazar’s hand wrap around hers as she stood there, listening to others speak of her actions during the Forging. Smiling, grateful to him for the small gesture, she gently squeezed his hand back. All the Immortals spoke, and she was deeply appreciative and honored by their words.

And then Hart stood up and spoke.

She, of course, recognized him from the Glass Temple. He was Ruari’s father and had immediately come for her once they all were assembled. Elisabeth hadn’t noticed his presence during the feast, nor Ruari’s, but she could see them both clearly now. Her time with Ruari as madness reigned in the middle of Scalvoris Town had been frightening, meaningful, and emotional, on several levels. When Chamadarst and Ziell told her and Woe to get Ruari to Kura, she hadn’t blinked or hesitated, scooping up the girl. That very act had focused her, allowing her to calm and understand the job she needed to do.

They had been through the storm, the fire and the explosions together – her, Woe, Kura and Ruari – and seeing the little girl with her father, happy and healthy, was all she needed. Smiling at Hart, Elisabeth gave Ruari a small wave hello, and inclined her head deeply in thanks to the man for his words, brushing away a few tears. Seeing Ruari gave Elisabeth a bit of closure on that portion of her adventure, although there were still many doors still wide open. Vowing to catch up with the pair after dinner, Elisabeth had resumed her seat, glancing around as the event moved on.

Raising her glass to Oram’s toast, the conversation quickly resumed, questions flying fast and furious around the table.

Oram asked a question of the table, and Elisabeth had to laugh softly as she gathered her thoughts to answer. She briefly considered making a joke of the matter, considering she had just gone through a situation similar to what he spoke of, but thought better of it. “For me, it’s rarely a matter of not having anything to say. Ask Balthazar – I usually have a lot to say. It’s boiling it down to what is appropriate to say, and that’s the tricky part, especially on the spot.”

Thinking a bit more, she continued. “But truly, if you don’t have anything to say, and are expected to, keeping it short and sweet is best, and switching focus to the other person or people.”

Balthazar answered Qylios’ question by talking about his sparks and magic, and Elisabeth wasn’t surprised. She wasn't entirely sure what the rationale for his answer was, but one thing she knew about the man she loved is that the way his mind worked was different than most. He would, she’d wager, be equally surprised that she chose his love as her answer. They were both the product of their experiences in life and what Elisabeth brought to his was something he guarded fiercely.

For his question to her, however, Elisabeth considered her answer. Her initiation was something they didn’t often talk about. Well, in truth, magic wasn’t something they talked about, not since Balthazar’s trial. That he so openly wished to discuss it now was a bit curious, but she was happy to indulge the desire. “Magic is an experience. I freely admit that I was naïve about it when I asked you to initiate me, but I don’t regret that decision. It has afforded me a path that has taught me much about myself, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I think there is a great deal we don’t know about it and its origins, and I’m eager to learn. I think, to be responsible, there’s a great deal of research that needs to be done, and questions asked.”

Elisabeth grinned back at the Mednix brothers, enjoying their sibling banter. “Well, one of you will have to teach me the difference in smells of wood one of these trials, but I have to admit that since living on Faldrass and being around campfires a lot, the smell reminds me of home.”

Saoire proposed a toast to the Forged, and Elisabeth rose, raising her glass again and smiling at Balthazar. It seemed odd that they were both Forged, although differently with him being Fire and she being Ice. Then again, it seemed…perfect. “The Forged!” she replied with others.

Between Courses...

Saoire began speaking, and it soon became clear that Doran and Woe were being honored. Both men were sources of complicated feelings for Elisabeth. She did not question what they had done for Scalvoris and the part each played in the least. They both were deserving of the accolades being bestowed upon them, and as such, Elisa rose and clapped for each. Her personal feelings had no place in the matter that evening. She would have to deal with those separately at another time.

Little spheres were delivered to the table. As the Cadouri explained, they were another form of palette- cleansers. Elisabeth popped hers into her mouth, tasting immediately the bright flavor of orange, smiling.

Fourth Course...

Qylios departed with kind words, and they were soon joined by Daia. Smiling warmly at the Immortal, she listened as news was passed of Joy’s future, and Elisabeth couldn’t have been happier at the update. It was also explained that the people that had been there with Joy could take an echo scroll, which would allow them to contact the Creedes and be a part of Joy’s life. Elisabeth didn’t hesitate a moment, immediately taking the offered scroll.

Their fourth course arrived, which for Elisabeth was grilled salmon with wild rice pilaf, served with a bright citrus and pomegranate glaze. Curiously glancing over to see what Balthazar had, the young woman then quickly returned her attention to the table.

Daia’s question was a difficult one for Elisabeth. Oram answered first, and the young woman was grateful for that, giving her time to think. His answer seemed to focus on offenses of a large magnitude, but Elisabeth interpreted the question a bit differently.

“M’lady, I suppose it depends on the nature of the hurt or offense and the relationship between myself and that person.” Thinking, Elisabeth tried to choose her words carefully, for it was a complex subject. “ Because of the vast expanse of circumstances and variables, I’ll focus on the closure itself. For someone to hurt or offend me was their choice – I can’t control that. What I can control, is how I react to it. I try to understand the basis of what was done, but I won’t allow myself to be consumed by it if the answer isn’t there or is unobtainable.”

Sitting back in her chair a bit, Elisabeth found the subject to be harder than she imagined. “I accept what transpired, allow myself to acknowledge how I feel about it, and move on. If I’m emotionally tied to what happened, closure can’t happen, so I must let them go. However, in my experience, some things take much, much, much longer to get to that point than others, and how long anything takes is up to the person themselves. I have things that I’ve already let go of, and things that I’m still wrestling with that I can’t yet.” It wasn’t a great answer, but it was the best Elisabeth could fumble together.

While others answered her question, Elisabeth thought about what she wished to ask the Immortal. Storm took that moment to jump up into her lap, and gaze curiously at Daia, speaking to her with a soft ‘meow’. Glancing down at the feline, the young mage smiled. “Are you saying hello? This is Lady Daia, Storm.” Smiling to the Immortal, Elisabeth made the introduction. ”Lady Daia, this is Storm. He was born in the Stormlands outside Rharne, as I understand it.”

As for her question, Elisabeth finally landed on a train of thought. “M’lady, at one point during the course of events, Chamadarst told Woe and myself to tell Kura that “her concerns regarding the Sparrow are correct." We did, but I never found out what those concerns were. Can you shed light on who the Sparrow is? I learned of his existence in Almund, and his name kept popping up but with everything that happened, I’m unsure of his part in all of this and whether there is still a concern.” It was a curiosity that kept gnawing at her, and perhaps Daia could offer some insight and yes, closure.

As for the rest of the table, Elisabeth tossed a general question out. “I’m from Viden, and even though it’s always cold, snowy and icy there, every time the snow falls, it feels magical to me. I’ve never lost the wonder of a child, seeing their first snowfall. So to all of you, I ask – Is there something in your life that seems or feels magical to you, even though it’s not?”

Can do/Must do

Make a menu choice! (Done)
Describe the flavor of your popping-exploding sphere (Done)
[*[ Taking a scroll? (Yep!)
Answer the question you have been asked by Immortal (Done)
You may ask the Immortal up to two things. (Done)
You can ask up to one "group" question of everyone at the table (including Immortal) . (Done)

Posted: **Mon Sep 20, 2021 12:14 am**

Telka
Saoire's Realm

It was obviously coming towards the end of the evening, and they had celebrated and thanked a lot of people, rightly so as far as Saoire was concerned. But there was more still to do and so she once again stepped up to the cleared area to speak. "It has been a wonderful evening and I hope that you have all enjoyed yourselves," she said with a smile. "But we are not yet done. There is wonderful food still to eat and people to thank." She looked around the room with pleasure and delight in her eyes.

"The next two people are being thanked for their leadership," she smiled as she spoke that. "And first, of course, we must thank the Alberach of Scalvoris, Kura. Your determination in your role and commitment to keeping Scalvoris safe has, literally, saved the island on more than one occassion." Kura's role as the Alberach was well known - as was her "get in there" attitude to helping in a crisis. "For the arcs of service to Scalvoris, we give you thanks"

Each Immortal stood and clapped for the Alberach, with Saoire leading them. "You deserve all the thanks we have and I want you to know that your efforts are appreciated" As she spoke, a platypus cadouri brought Kura a gift. It was boxed and wrapped and seemed to be a book of some kind. "It is very much our hope that you will enjoy this gift, and that it goes some way to showing you how deeply grateful we are."

Again, she raised her glass. "The Alberach.!"

The SpiritTable

Daia listened to their answers to her question and she nodded her head. Oram's reply was thoughtful and considered and she mulled it over for a moment before responding. "You are very right," she said to him. "I am sure that time's passage has tempered my feelings." That was a good point and one which would be easily missed by a being who lived so long. Elisabeth's answer, too, was wise. "Yes, it's a very broad question and entirely dependent on a lot of things," the Immortal agreed and she considered Elisabeth's words carefully. "So, you both speak of time, one of time before you act, one of time after their action. It is wise, what you say, and I thank you for it."

If their answers had been similar, their questions were very different and Daia was delighted at both. To Oram's question she nodded. "I suppose I am unsurprising when I say this, Oram, but dance." Her smile to the man was genuine, "People think that dancing is moving to music, but it is not. It is moving to rhythm. Music has a rhythm, of course, but so does a battle. Dance to the rhythm of a combat. I promise you, it works." She had to admit that she thought Oram rather an unlikely dancer, so she nodded her head, encouragingly. "It is what I believe, anyhow. Footwork alone is ignoring the issue - when your footwork is bad, you are out of rhythm. Move to the rhythm."

Elisabeth's question about the Sparrow was an interesting one. "The Sparrow was the Warden," she said. "And his raft of informants. We believe that, the moment that Jacien was uncovered, for his work had been extensive and he was deep in the organisation, the Sparrow sent out an order to eliminate key people. These would include, of course, the Alberach and the Council Members, but we understand that there were many more on that list. The aim would be that his people would take over the Council, with Liza stepping up, and Petyr taking over the Merchants' Guild, and so on. Those who were in positions similar to Jacien - people such as Efah - who were information-gathering? Well, those we could not warn, they were killed. The Warden - the Sparrow - one person with an enormous network. I think we will be uncovering it for many cycles to come."

It was sad, but true, and so she felt it was important to address the question fully.

Then, there was the tribute to Kura and Daia stood and she clapped. "I thank you, Alberach," she said firmly, "Under your guidance, Scalvoris has maintained its identity and it has prospered. To celebrate you is to celebrate every person on Scalvoris. Thank you."

Telka
Saoire's Realm

As the staff collected the plates from the fourth course, Saoire rose again. "And now, a celebration of another type of leadership," she said . "That of leading by action. By deed. " Her gaze swept around the room until she saw the man she was speaking of - and to.

"Oram Mednix stood in the Heart of Scalvoris and he refused to give up. He walked to a shattered altar and he began to rebuild. In the face of destruction," she seemed to be speaking directly to Oram, even though she was speaking about him. Her voice carried around the room and the pride in it was obvious. "In the face of destruction you rebuilt. You would not give in. And in that act and with that action, you epitomized everything that the Forged stands for." It was an important and serious point for her and she knew that she was not the only one who felt it.. "You are an example to us all, and we are beyond grateful to you, and for you."

Again, there was applause. Cassion let out a whooping cheer for Oram and Saoire smiled. "I hope this gift brings you peace and pleasure" And indeed, Oram was brought a small gift in a box. It, too, seemed to be a book of some kind.

The Spirit Table

As the food was cleared away, there was the penultimate tribute of the evening, this one to Oram. Daia stood and smiled at the man at her table. "I believe," she said, "that there is nothing which sets you apart from anyone else. Anyone could have done what you did, that trial and in every other," it might not sound like much of a tribute, until she continued. "But you are the one who did it, who built in the face of destruction, and that makes you a truly great man."

It was then time to leave and she nodded to them. "It has been a pleasure," she said. "May your life be long and prosperousLive long and prosper!"

The last Immortal to this table was Xiur and he beamed at them as the cadouri brought out the final course. "Hello and it is nice to meet you all! I am Xiur," he said, by way of introduction and he greeted them all. "Is there anything so wonderful as a good dessert, I ask you honestly!" His dessert was some kind of ice cream and meringue.

At the Fire Table, Qylios stood in her place. All eyes turned to her. "I am Qylios," she said with a smile. "And it is my honour and privilege to be here this evening. We have paid tribute to many, rightly so. But we have saved the final tribute until now, and it is mine to make." She looked around the room and her expression was serious, intense. "There is one here tonight, without whom there would have been enormous bloodshed. More than that, without his actions I would have been put in an impossible situation of my own foolish making." She was not too proud to admit that she knew that. "Without this man, the Warden and Audrae would have been able to attack, to harm, to carry out their plans and he bought us what we needed at enormous personal cost," she gestured to him, sitting at her table. "I ask you all to give thanks and show your appreciation for a man whose dedication to peace is as great as his determination to act. Thank you, Hart, for your actions. Thank you for saving my grand-daughter, and for saving me."

Xiur stood and bowed his head to Hart. "You, Hart, stood for what was right when the darkness threatened to overwhelm you. In a moment where despair gnawed at you, you brought us all hope and I am so proud of you." When the applause and tributes had died down, Xiur looked around at this table and those seated at it.

"As this evening draws to a close," he said, looking at them, "I find myself thinking of dusk. That moment where the end is just beginning. You know it will get darker, but it is that breath in between daylight and darkness. It is a difficult thing to define, yet we all recognise it and so, I would ask you." Dark eyes looked around at them. "What time of the trial is your favourite, and why?" Keeping it light and breezy for this last question was important, he thought. "And of course, ask of me what you will,"

OOC Info

Please split your next (and final!) post into the following sections.

Fourth Course
- Here you should answer the questions posed by other PCs.
- You may also respond to the Immortal more (but no more questions, cos they're leaving in a bit)
Between Courses:
- This is where you respond to Saoire's tribute to Kura & Oram
- Please make sure you state if you applaud or not. All NPCs do.
Fifth Course
- Here you get to answer the question of your new Immortal table-mate.
- Also, you get to ask your own question of the Immortal.
- No more Group Questions, as this is the final course. Instead, you should respond to the tribute to Hart

Note: To keep this thread on track and moving, we are asking pcs to post weekly. If you do not post by the 'next post' date, you will be considered to have missed a round. If you miss one, you will simply be considered to have been quiet that round. If you miss two, you will be written out of the thread. Please let Pegasus, Avalon or Vulpes know if you will have trouble meeting a deadline.

Objectives

Make a menu choice! (Fifth and final course)
Answer the question you have been asked by XXX
You may ask XX up to two things. This may be a request for information, for understanding, or a plea to do something. Up to you!

Next (and final!) Post: Sunday 26th September

Posted: **Mon Sep 20, 2021 3:16 am**

39 Ymiden 721

Balthazar found more on his mind than he could process despite his experience doing just that. The Immortal's remarks on magic lingered in his mind like a single olive on a plate. He picked apart her reasoning slowly and he considered his own experience because it was all he really had. She revealed something Balthazar did not expect- Qylios did not know where magic had come from. She described the trade as 'sharing' your soul with an unknown entity in exchange for power. Balthazar didn't think it was all that different than accepting the mark of an Immortal- the primary difference in the concept being that the Immortal was a known entity, not an unknown one. Additionally, the spark killed more people than it turned into mages which had to contribute to the negative perception of it. Did it kill them because it was being passed on imperfectly or did it kill them because it was not compatible? What was different about those who lived which made them compatible if the issue was not an imperfect transfer? Qylios said she'd never seen a problem that could only be solved by magic but Balthazar did not see that as a valid reasoning against magic. The question of need was always changing. The spiral of thought continued while the party progressed.

He sat a little more quietly than the others as questions were asked, answered, and Qylios left. He listened but he also found his gaze lingering a little bit passed Daia the entire time due to his rampant thoughts. As soon as she'd sat down he was there again, at the Mummers Ball. He felt the weight on his chest. He remembered going out of the Ball with the crowd while Syroa wreaked havoc and a cloaked individual strode through them. It was Daia then and it was Daia now. With everything occurring, the food, the questions, the memories of older times, Balthazar found himself unable to reply to Daia's question in a timely manner. By the time he had some concept of an answer, she was responding the Elisabeth and Oram. Balthazar listened on and what he heard helped him take his mind off of magic a little.

Oram's question and Daia's response did not stand out to Balthazar nearly as much as Elisabeth's and Daia's answer to her. There were many questions left lingering for Balthazar since his trial and he'd spent all of Ashan coming to a place where he was willing to move forward not knowing. Now... now within the span of a single question everything had changed. One question. Two names. One man. Daia reference the moment Jacien was uncovered which Balthazar still had sore feelings about. He knew more of the man he'd exposed now and it did little to change what he felt but what he felt was not what mattered in the bigger picture. What mattered was what Daia spoke about- the network left behind without a head. Daia suggested they might be uncovering agents for cycles to come and Balthazar quietly nodded his head. He began thinking of where to begin with that, which further distracted him until Daia rose to her feet to applaud the tribute to Kura. Balthazar rose as well and clapped appropriately before sitting back in his seat. The round of applause had done a lot to help him gather his thoughts. He needed to remember he was still at the table, not off solving the crimes he was imagining.

Saoire gave a tribute to Oram and Balthazar looked on the man he'd consider competent enough to befriend with a glad smile. Oram had been there for many of the trials Balthazar had been through and he'd been at the very least a good man throughout them all. By the time Balthazar finished applauding for Oram his hands were beginning to feel a little sore, and he had fairly durable hands. Daia offered a tribute to Oram and announced her departure moments after. Balthazar, not wanting to be completely rude, offered as best an apology as he could to explain his quietness. "My apologies Daia, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment. I wish you good fortune in the dances to come."

Daia was gone and a final Immortal took a seat where she had been. Xiur. Balthazar recognized him from the same place he'd seen Daia before. What a life he lived where he met Immortals so frequently. What a world they lived in now, where Immortals could and wanted to change. Qylios stood at the Fire Table and drew the attention of the room to herself, prompting Balthazar to think back on magic and what she'd said again. He agreed. They needed to learn more about it. He had an idea of where to begin but he was what some might have considered... nervous. He'd already accepted four sparks into his soul. All he had looked for at those times was knowledge of what the spark did, how to initiate, and how to control the powers it granted. What if in his pursuit of their origin he found out things that, if he'd known prior, would have caused him to refuse the initiation? No... he did not think there was such a thing.

Qylios thanked Hart and Balthazar applauded politely like he had before. He remembered Hart from several places. Some better than others. Some with profitable potential Balthazar would never act on. Xiur's question to the group was not one that Balthazar had to think deeply about and Balthazar was grateful for that. His thoughts had been spinning ever since Qylios and Xiur's simplistic request for information helped sooth the spiraling mind. Balthazar answered in a quiet voice, each word came out as if he was still considering it as he spoke. "There's a stretch of bits as the suns are lowering into the sky where all of Idalos is cast in this... orange glow," Balthazar said, "I'm not sure what that golden break is called but that is my favorite part of the trial. The transition from daylight to night is always remarkable but I have not stopped to appreciate it often enough."

He took a breath and shrugged, "What is your favorite constellation? If not for its shape than for the story worth remembering behind it?" Balthazar asked Xiur, a little curiosity hitting him once more. "If you were to make one to remember this... Forging, what would it look like?" As he waited for an answer and to hear the questions that others asked, Balthazar put a small forkful of the apple crumble he'd ordered for his final course into his mouth.

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Complete.

Posted: **Mon Sep 20, 2021 5:53 pm**

I’ve got one extra-large hand for a Mr. Hart. Who wants to sign for it?

Fourth Course

Of course, Daia would suggest dancing. As the Immortal first said this, for a trill Oram felt almost foolish for having asked the question he had. Fortunately, though, she expanded on her answer, in a way he had not expected. Battle has a rhythm, just as music does. It sounded almost too poetic to be practical, yet, maybe it was? He would have to try that. Go to the proving grounds; watch the others sparring; pick a fight; see if he could sense a “rhythm” to it that might guide his own footwork. It was worth a try, and the advice was graciously-offered, so he thanked Daia for it, as for a well-meant but puzzling gift one might or might not eventually find a use for.

For Elisabeth’s question, fanciful though it was, the hunter actually had a fairly ready answer, one that surprised himself as he gave it: ”In Vhalar, in Zi’da, in early Ashan,” he said, ”there is often mist filling the air at first light. It obscures everything you knew, but then some time passes and the mists start to lift, gradually revealing more of the world around you. I always love that little window of time in the morning. It feels like peeling aside layers of paper wrapping a gift. And when the fog is finally gone, that gift is a whole new trial.”

He glanced sheepishly over at Osric who, to his surprise, was regarding his younger brother seriously, rather than with the teasing smirk he had been expecting over his trite analogy. Heartened by this, he continued: ”A few arcs ago, a fog descended upon Scalvoris, and when it emerged, it revealed a much-changed island. For many people, that was traumatic and frightening, especially in light of all the other traumatic and frightening things that had lately happened. But I felt different than a lot of other people, as I waited for that fog to lift.” The traveler shrugged: ”Maybe it helps that I was young and not established in anything. I didn’t have any stakes out there in that fog to lose, nothing except a changed Scalvoris to get to know. I felt a bit odd, maybe a bit guilty, feeling excited and optimistic and curious when so many other people were simply scared. But…that’s how I felt. And that’s pretty much how I always feel on a misty early morning.”

Osric paused a few trills before clearing his throat. ”In the evenings,” he began tentatively, ”after dinner is done and cleaned up, I like to take my little flute and play music. My lovely wife sings, dances, maybe plays a pot she hasn’t put away yet like a tambourine…” The journeyman smith trailed off for a bit, smiling at the image in his head, then nudged Oram. ”You should join in with us more when we do that,” he urged, ”especially since Daia here thinks you should dance more. Anyway, those breaks, when we forget about money and troubles and there’s nothing but us and the music, are truly magical.”

Between Courses:

Saoire, once more, rose to present another of their number to be recognized. Two people, she said, to be recognized for their leadership. The first, Oram could practically mouth her name in unison with their hostess: Kura the Albarech. He rose and applauded her warmly. She had done a great deal, gone through a great deal, taken a face-full of Chrien’s lightning wrath, and spared no resource, to make their expeditions possible. Oram wondered who the second person was.

Oram was flabbergasted when the Immortal called out his name; he rose automatically, too stunned to take any satisfaction from Osric’s amazed gasp as he did so. He stood, listening to and watching the ovation he got, and listening especially to what the Immortals said. He should have known his turn in this would come, yet when it did, it took him by surprise somehow. The traveler was moved by the praise and acknowledgment that Cassion and the other Immortals sent his way so unstintingly. He felt humbled and almost ashamed that all he had done when others were honored was to stand and clap like an inarticulate fool, which, for that matter, was pretty much all he could manage now.

Osric peered at the glass vial with the memories in it, which had stood at his place untouched even as the courses and drinks had been rotated out. He had not touched it out of respect for his younger brother, who had not touched his, either. Yet now curiosity was too much; after hearing described all the wondrous things that had happened and all the heroic deeds these honored guests had done, he could no longer bear not to learn more.

By the time Oram was able to sit down again, sinking back into the breathable air just beneath the dizzying layer of acclaim not two feet above, Osric was sitting with a dazed, distant look shaking his head uncomprehendingly. ”You turned into fairies?!” he muttered in amazement.

Oram gave his brother a quick ”Yes” before turning to acknowledge Daia’s comments. Osric looked up sharply at the Immortal when she spoke. ”No!” he interjected, suddenly angry, and started to rise from his chair. ”You do not sell my little brother short like that! I saw that Diri he faced down. I was terrified, and I wasn’t even there! I can count on one hand the number of people I know who would even *think* of-”

Oram pushed his brother, as forcefully as he had to yet as gently as he could, back down into his seat. ”It’s alright, Os,” he whispered soothingly. ”I know what she meant. It’s not what you think.”

He gestured at the empty vial. ”I know that’s a lot to take in. Why don’t you relax and give yourself some time to take it all in.”

Os sat unhappily, still muttering to himself. ”’Nothing which sets you apart from anyone else’,” he growled to himself. ”I’ll set *her* apart from anyone else! Talk about my little brother that way…” At last he fell silent and stared into the distance.

A few trills later, he turned back to Oram and exclaimed: ”You turned into FOUR fairies?!!!”

Fifth Course

Before Oram could tell his brother more about the tale of four Orams, their last course arrives. The hunter’s was a large, round pine nut cookie, in a sweetened almond paste. It tasted almost as good as the fresh coffee served with it smelled. Oram took plenty of time to savor both. Within a couple bits, Os’ anger at Daia’s supposed slight seemed mostly forgotten, as he enjoyed his own dessert.

The next, and last? Immortal companion at their table was Xiur, Immortal of stars and hope. His question to the group was easy for Oram to answer, as it tied in closely with the response he had given to Elisabeth’s just previously: ”My favorite time of trial is daybreak,” he declared. ”Every trial brings something new to do, something new to discover or learn. The news isn’t always pleasant, and sometimes the tasks are onerous, but it’s always something, and it is almost never boring. At least not so far for me.”

When his turn came to ask a question, he asked Xiur but one: ”I was born, so I’m told, under the sign of Nero the Hound. As a child, I heard a story about how Nero helped Cassion find the North Star, after Chrien had hidden it inside the moon, Zilis. And for all these arcs, I’ve looked up in the sky and wondered: Is there any truth to that story?”

Qylios then rose and paid tribute to Hart. Osric, who had just experienced the memories of everybody who had participated, didn’t even wait for the Immortal to finish her speech before he rose to his feet and started clapping. Embarrassed, Oram rose next to him. Wanting to support his brother, but not add to the commotion, he imitated the clapping motion with his hands silently, until Qylios was done and the ovation became general. Then he, too, started applauding loudly. Hart had gone into the Vault, into the bowels and heart of suffering and cruelty, for the sake of someone he loved, but ultimately, for all of them, as well. More than any one person, Hart had been the key to all of their successes, possibly even all of their survivals.

Earlier, Oram had worried if his ovations would run out of enthusiasm or even sincerity before the evening was over; now it did not even occur to him to stint in applauding the man to whom they all arguably owed their lives.

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