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70261, [HERALD] Rarywey Cirrene the Moon Over the Empty Space
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Rarywey Cirrene the Moon Over the Empty Space
DescriptionFour wine-colored moons, a half and a crescent on each cheek, stand out below her sharp green eyes. The tattoos seem perfected to accent the sloppier, wine-colored mark covering her left arm. It too is in the shape of a crescent moon, or a sufficient approximation of one for a birthmark. The rest of the port-wine stain covers her entire left hand, its redness a sharp contrast to the sun tanned brown of her right. These marks aren't her only accents, her overlong Elven ears are pierced at least a dozen times, lobe to tip, with rings attached to tiny silver bells that tinkle ethereally.
She wears simple garb, generally loose and comfortable, vaguely lunar and priestly. Her skin is darkly tanned skin with a smattering of freckles. Almost to spite her dress, her dramatically feminine curves are accentuated by the addition of a tight belt. Her hair flows free, auburn and wavy, down to her mid back. An intricate network of braids ornament either side of her head, plaited into complex rows which wind into the shape of a crescent moon. She speaks in quiet, musical tones, from berry-stained lips. The aroma that lingers after her is like night rain, moss, and magnolia.
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Level | 51 | Sex | female | Race | wood-elf | Ethos | Chaotic | Align | Neutral | Class | bard | Practices | 7 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Asgaard | Exp | 604580 | To Level | 21660 | Sphere | Time/Fate | Age middle-aged, 846 years old (687 hours) | Hit Points | 5000 | Mana | 5000 | Movement | 5000 | Strength | 19 | Intelligence | 23 | Wisdom | 21 | Dexterity | 24 | Constitution | 16 | Charisma | 22 | Carry # | 7/1000 | Carry Weight | 33 lb 13 oz | | | Gold | 22 | Silver | 1279 | Copper | 1094 | Wimpy | 0 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 0 | Damroll | 0 | | |
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70289, Rarywey's Role Chapter 15
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 15 Unspoken Thoughts Added Thu Sep 24 16:25:15 2020 at level 51:Have I found you? Have I found the one who will stay? I wonder what you would think if my heart spilled to you. I love you, not as a lover...I think? It is hard to say, but I have made strides because of you. I have been told what hurts to let go of, and I have tried because of you. I have watched you endure your own hurts, watched you grow, watched you wilt, watched you be reborn. I have seen your soul blossom and I admire so deeply the rose that is you. I feel I must protect you, however silly that seems. I know I can hardly protect anyone, but the urge is always with me. You have always seemed so young, and it is almost as if I wish to protect you from yourself. I hate that a flicker of doubt should ever cross your brow. Do you know how beautiful and powerful you are? I have felt jealousy--jealousy!--when Terenthial shows attention to you. Am I envious of him stealing you away, or am I afraid he holds a dagger specifically for the space between your shoulderblades? I don't know, I don't know, and I don't trust it. This is so different, and just as strange, as when my heart yearned for Gavoran. Is it safe? I shouldn't let loose a breath. It could turn to a wind and blow this all away.
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70276, Rarywey's Role Chapter 2
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 2 Growing Up Added Wed May 20 13:29:11 2020 at level 18:There was a routine to our days. In the mornings, the tavern had a dawn feast which was popular with the working folk and military whod spend their days foraging, hunting, or on patrol. We would wake at 4 and cook, eggs and venison and pastries. I usually paired with my sister Lennha and we fulfilled the baker's every whim. It was always hard work, but it didn't always seem that way. The folk who ran the place were good to us, and they always made sure we found time to breathe, or better yet, laugh. I think their hearts hurt for what we had lost.
Let's see. The survivors: there was me, of course, and Lennha. I was perhaps closest to her out of all of them. I still am. She always had an ear for my doubt--I think it was because of her that I was able to fake my way through as a spiritual sticking post for everyone. The three boys--two of them were actual brothers--all years younger than I was. Cayothe and Gillvren kept each other in check, they always got so many comments on how upstanding they were. The one who was the youngest, Tychale, managed to be a holy terror. To be honest he had no place in a tavern, he was truly still a baby then. We kept him busy with pots and spoons, and he was usually good at fetching things. To have seen him grow into the man he is now is perhaps one of my proudest memories.
There have been more than a few takeaways from my time in the tavern. The two I managed to cultivate into passion were music and food. You might not be surprised how many travelling bards become eager to teach you something about music when you offer to sing them a song of your functionally extinct people.
I couldnt leave before my kindred were ready, but I had known where I could belong for a while. Perhaps its time for me to greet the Heralds.
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70288, Rarywey's Role Chapter 14
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 14 Tears and Vices Added Sat Sep 5 23:19:21 2020 at level 51:I cannot cry. I have wanted to. I have prayed to my Lady in the rain to let my tears flow, but the deluge that ran down my cheeks was all the doing of the clouds. It would be such sweet relief, to taste that salt on my lips, to have my whole body wracked with sobs. It would be such a lovely thing to wet the floor with my tears and emerge from my cocoon of weeping feeling free and whole.
Hundreds of years it has been, time passing for me as it does for all Elves, a long march through the years watching flames ignite and burn and turn to ash. The air tastes sweeter to me now, now that I have accepted this is my fate, to love and mourn cyclically until I am mourned myself. Still! Why cannot I cry?! I can write as though I am weeping openly, I can tear out my own heart and press it to a page.
After I published the Riverside Lament, Cedany asked me how many suitors I had lined up for my hand. There's not a single one, and as afraid as I am of being alone, I'm not sure I even wish for one any more. She also threatened to hug me. Shamefully I realized how foreign the notion has become to me. I have not desired anyone's embrace since Gavoran.
Cedany and I were invited, along with the Orc Omugug, to Morius' church. We went and spoke first to his avatar of pridefulness. I suppose if there is a vice that merits praise it is pride. At its basest, pride is knowing one's worth. It seems, however, that Morius' faithful fall headlong into the extremes of their vices, to terrifying effect. I have no desire to return to that place. His wrathful Elf had not a bit of reason left in her. She only wants to burn the world because she herself cannot see how broken she is. We met Leimallia on our second visit to the church, and perhaps she came to us because our anger preceded us. Morius spoke to Cedany in my voice to deceive her, after she repudiated him via letter, which is why we went back. We were not having it, and we needed to have our say. I wonder if this is what Cedany had in mind when she cautioned against my promise. I don't know whether the god of the vices and his zealots are done with us. Aynwinria came to Cedany's defense, and she may have drawn their attention away for now. I suppose we shall see.
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70287, Rarywey's Role Chapter 13
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 13 A Ray of Gold Added Sun Aug 23 19:06:38 2020 at level 51:Cedany did not deserve to be toyed with, and perhaps she was hurt more by my confession than not knowing would have done. After my talk with the broken doll, I felt a need to make sure those who are dear to me know it, and with that came the need for honesty. Gristal lied to many people, but perhaps to Cedany most of all. He probably also lied to me, but never about his dark hearted nature. I did not think of her feelings at all when I made the wager with him. I was simply enthralled by his daring, I wanted to see how far he could go. I bet him the entire contents of my bank account that he could not pinnacle in his guild without someone discovering he was hiding his intentions. I won my bet, but only because Gristal himself was the one who needed to confess before taking his own life.
After I told her, Cedany could not bring herself to be angry with me, which is what I deserve. Still, I know I hurt her deeply. The grace with which she accepted my confession was beyond mortal ken. Her forgiveness is divine. I am so ashamed. She already doubts herself so much, and to think my stupid selfish bet could have contributed to that makes me feel so low. She worries her methods will not be looked upon favorably by the Fortress. I am not one of them, but if anyone within that bastion of goodness is to listen to and empathize with dark hearted folk, it must certainly be the duty of a Scribe or Acolyte. I want so much to build her confidence. I owe her that much at least.
I made her a promise, and she seemed to think it was unwise, but if that is the case, then I deserve to suffer the consequences. I told her I will never lie to her or keep something from her again, as long as I shall live.
I wrote this for her.
A Ray of Gold, by Rarywey Cirrene
A ray of gold drifts from on high, Anoints my brow with glister. Upturn my chin, view in the sky The visage of Light's sister. Blessed am I to know her kind, And wonders she does sow. For my soul is unrefined, And sinner's urges flow. My trespasses she forgave, And still lent ear to listen. I promise her until my grave That truth will be my vision.
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70286, Rarywey's Role Chapter 12
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 12 Crosses and Millstones Added Sat Aug 22 01:56:45 2020 at level 51:"The flowers you gave me are rotting And still I refuse to throw them away Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so I'm waiting and staying awake Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep"
There is something I carry, and only I can feel its weight. I haven't been so sure what to do with it, so it is safe to say I have been doing my best to neglect it. Is that the wrong way to go about things? I always thought I should crawl out from under my sorrow and leave it where it lay. Now I am told that I am it, it is me. I was summoned, so I came to Rahsael's cathedral. My hangover had faded, and I was angry and sad and so confused.
The little talking, broken doll was there, and she wanted me to see how I am blessed by loss. I remembered Maere once trying to teach me the same thing. Maeneekoni was gentler about it, when I sought her counsel, but neither of them ever imparted much comprehension. If nothing else, my talk with Maeneekoni helped me understand the parallels between my faith and hers.
That was one of the first things I asked the doll. I do not worship the Lord of Loss, so what could he possibly want with me? It does not appear to be the matter of my faith that has drawn his eye. The little doll and Maeneekoni both said we all belong to him. I suppose, in some way or other, it is true. I have lost many and that is a fact which I do not hide, but my matter-of-fact attitude may blind me to what that loss means. Without it, I would not be me, and is not being me a wonderful blessing?
It's very difficult to see how some losses could be blessings, however. Rahsael's little lost thing did also manage to offend me terribly. Of Gavoran, she said: "You got yourself an ideal lover. Someone who died before he could shatter the image of him you'd built in your head." I was still in shock from seeing his shade, and she had the audacity to tell me his early death makes him ideal? I thought I was ready to move forward, to finally drop the weight of his absence. And seeing him standing there faint as a whisper brought all those faded emotions over me in a wave. Let the dead rest, I pleaded with her. But it was not the doll nor the Lord of Loss who brought Gavoran's ghost to me. I did it. My desire to release and forget all this pain conjured his shade.
I must sit with it. I must express it. I must allow it to be me. It always has been. And in that way, perhaps someday it will not feel like a millstone around my neck.
*Lyric credit: Regina Spektor - The Flowers
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70285, Rarywey's Role Chapter 11
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 11 A Strange Day in Two Parts (2) Added Thu Aug 20 01:53:51 2020 at level 51:I took the young Healer outside, away from the clamor at the bar. I wanted to focus on her, to give her the attention a Herald Maybe deserves. That is when I saw a ghost. Katiah came, but I barely registered her presence. I followed the ghost, and he was gone. I swear I saw him. I saw Gavoran.
Focus Rary! I forced myself back to the here and now, to Simonne. I like her sort. She is sweet, kind, bright eyed and bushy tailed as they say. Reminds me of Cedany when she was just a bit younger. They share the same faith, so I think she will find her footing and someday be a wonder. I made her a Herald.
The ghost lingered, silent, in the periphery. I caught glimpses of him during my talk with Simonne. I thought I saw something else, something terrible, something I can barely glimpse when I close my eyes. Eye sockets. Flies. Focus Rary!
During all this, Gristal was losing his mind, alone in the shadows, confessing his soul to Cedany. She thought him mad for some of the things he was saying, but I know better. His deception of her was extensive. Did the truth overwhelm him? I did not want to win our bet. Not like this. Another gone. Please, no more ghosts.
Another drink. Another drink. Another drink. To hell with all of it. The whole bottle.
Rest, Rary, rest.
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70284, Rarywey's Role Chapter 10
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 10 A Strange Day in Two Parts (1) Added Thu Aug 20 01:51:30 2020 at level 51:Not now, no! Not after all this time. He doesn't deserve it. Why not just rest, Gavoran? You don't owe me a thing. Perhaps I've lost my mind. I'd rather be mad than cause his spirit to linger. There is nothing here for a ghost.
It's difficult, I'm sorry, I've had a strange day. I tried to tread water as long as I could. It was a remarkable feat, how high my chin jutted. There was a new Herald to take care of. Gods, she must think me mad after the show I put on.
There are so many things... I need to clear my mind.
A drink.
I am slower now. I can start from the beginning.
Today I woke to a missive from a young Healer, Simonne, declaring her wish to become a Herald. I went to meet her and happened upon a young dark heart Shaman, trying to shake her faith. They swatted it back and forth for a while, and a few others joined us at the bar. It was then that the first strange thing happened. A little porcelain doll, dressed in black, with straw colored hair and blue glass eyes slid out from beneath the bar. At first I thought she was a marionette, but there were no strings nor any puppeteer. She spoke and said she was there because someone had a hole in their heart. The Shaman identified her as one of the Lord of Loss' little lost things. The doll turned her attentions to me, said there was a place for me, instructed me to cross over Despair. I am wanted. But why?
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70283, Rarywey's Role Chapter 9
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 9 Loneliness is Impossible Added Wed Aug 19 02:06:28 2020 at level 51:Am I lonely? Me, the High Herald of the Eternal Star, the mortal embodiment of sociability? Why would I ever be lonely? Ethlerrereva, I suppose she was a friend, let go of her blade and fell silent for all time. Imogrezio, MY High Herald, did exactly as I feared and laid himself to rest as well. And Ogae, I'm sure so few saw him as I did, even he is gone too. So of course I am not lonely. Of course I am not petrified of striding into old age while all my friends lie dead. Perhaps now I better understand Gavoran's once frustrating choice. If you do not connect with anyone, you cannot care if you must hurt them, and more importantly, they cannot hurt you.
I don't want that for myself! I was once bound to a similar fate, forever a virgin priestess, forever a woman apart from her own people in many ways. I know, I know I was to be the sticking post, but there is no playing favorites when you belong to everyone. I know we will all return to one another one day, but in my sorrow I beg for just a little more time with them in the here and now.
I find myself searching my old ways for answers, leaning heavily into my faith to remember this is the ever changing way. I wonder if I am supposed to like how it changes me.
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70282, Rarywey's Role Chapter 8
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 8 Reincarnation and Publication Added Mon Aug 10 17:05:57 2020 at level 51:"When I die, let the flames devour me When I die, set me free"
We always burned our dead. There may not have been a ritual more important. I think about them, the ones who still lived when we left, and I wonder who built the last funeral pyre. I wonder whose bones lay picked clean, unburnt, bleached by the sun. I feel like a coward. I should have been there to perform their rites.
It was a celebration more often than not. We burned them at night and drank until morning. We scattered ashes along the riverbank to feed the new growth. Why are there so many notions about where the soul goes when one dies? The paradise of Heaven, the punishment of Hell, eternity as a broken suffering ghost? I suppose belief sends you on to the afterlife you think you deserve. We believed--I believe that our time in a mortal body is one of isolation from the cosmic whole. To die pieces your spirit back into the eddies, and as you settle into that spin again, another soul emerges, washed clean of the burden of its previous incarnation, ready to be born and live and die all over again.
As I think about the endlessness of spirit, I must also consider the here and now. I defended my choice to publish all the documents that have been coming my way. I said I hush no one, and that these writings make history that will ensure this blink in time is remembered. But so much of it is petty public squabbling. Are these the memories you wish to leave? Calling each other liars? At first I was entertained because it made Ethlerrereva so upset, but it feels as if nothing of true value is being offered in this unending exchange of information. Ah, but who am I to judge? Maybe this is just how creating history looks, and the polish is put on years after it is made. For now, there is the record.
*Lyric credit: Down Like Silver - Wolves
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70281, Rarywey's Role Chapter 7
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 7 Anger Is Not Enmity Added Mon Aug 3 00:38:00 2020 at level 51:Ethlerrereva! I am so angry with her! She's always managed to be completely infuriating, but I labored under the illusion that somewhere inside her lay some semblance of empathy. Surely you cannot live as long as Elves do and not allow yourself to connect with the emotions of others. Someone told me recently that soldiers rarely survive with their empathy intact. In response, I said soldiers need to be empathized with perhaps more than anyone. Maybe one day I will try harder with her. For now, I will be angry. What else do you do when someone you consider a friend says another friend you have lost was a cancer upon Thera?
I made a wish upon a falling star in the Oryx Steppes some nights ago. I asked to see Gavoran once more, and the ashes fell somewhere far away and granted me nothing. And that's it, that's the heart of all my hurt. He is gone, and whatever I hoped for us is gone with him. Some of these people I loved, some of these people I put little slivers of my heart into, who shaped me and knew me, were magi. These are the people with whom Ethlerrereva shared enmity, and she celebrates their deaths because she is a soldier and for them to die is a battle won in her eyes.
The Elder Prophet expressed gratitude for the Heralds and the space we create in this world. I am so glad of it and glad I am here to oversee its growth. It's strange to see how these cycles of my life repeat, and the differences between them. I am not a weary child shepherding children in the Mushroom Tree tavern any longer, but I am walking along the same framework in a different chapter. The longer I live, the better able I am to see into the mysteries of the waxing and waning, at least those that are my own.
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70280, Rarywey's Role Chapter 6
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 6 Mortals Come and Go Added Wed Jul 29 03:12:00 2020 at level 51:I recall Maere once inferring she had some lesson to teach me about loss. I was terribly offended by it, and I told her there was no lesson she could give me that I had not already lived. My early lessons were those of waxing and waning, hard taught. Mortal lives shine bright and dim away, and that is the way of things. But after all I have lost, I cannot help how my heart still shudders to notice someone's glow becoming dim.
But where have I been? Treading the edge of a knife. Only time will tell if or how I will be cut, but for now the future scars seem certain. I'm being dramatic, of course, it's hardly that bad, but there are things that have dimmed the light in my world. Friends have died or disappeared, and my once hopeful heart wilts a bit every day that passes with no word from Gavoran.
Imogrezio sat me down one day and asked if I would like to become High Herald. I said it felt like he was trying to give me an inheritance. He still lives, but the title was passed on to me. The worst part of it is I have not seen Imogrezio since.
Are they going away for good? I admire these men for different reasons, but if I am not worth even a farewell to them, I have to wonder if that admiration was misplaced.
I am still deciding what being a High Herald means to me, how I will put my unique stamp on fulfilling these duties. I've told those interested, pledged or not, that I will meet them on their terms and times. Really, I intend to bend over backward to ensure the purpose of the Heralds is known and embraced for those who would truly shine at the Star. I see that as the minimum of what I can do. There are shelves to fill in the Hall of Heralds. What will my legacy be?
In the meantime, and to avoid sounding so mopey, where things ebb, they flow elsewhere. There are new friends, like Ogae and Lirinildria. It is a gift of a Herald to draw into their circle such vastly different philosophies and personalities. Such friendships have seeded a change in my own principles. My moon-worshipping naturalist parents certainly did not raise me to become buddy buddy with an Anti-Paladin. They would approve, however, of Lirinildria. And here I am, bold enough to make my own choices.
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70279, Rarywey's Role Chapter 5
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 5 Sense of Self Added Thu Jun 25 02:14:49 2020 at level 51:Imogrezio said I wear my heart on my sleeve. If that is how my self expression is seen, so be it. I've been thinking a lot lately about honesty, and it was Lady Daphedee who first turned this crank in the machine of my thinking. Perhaps it is the best way to be. I suspect I am left vulnerable to manipulation because I tend to assume everyone is being honest with me. I hunger for stories, to know people and to understand them, but opportunities for this to be done organically do not always present themselves, and my questions often stop at a wall. I am coming to appreciate the differences between people I encounter, and I have learned I must be patient for some of them to be forthright. In particular, the Imperial High Priestess comes to mind. When first we met she had hardly a word for me, and now there is more familiarity, and with that, more words.
Still I find myself puzzled by overt hostility from strangers. I asked Laurandt if this is a symptom of being dark hearted, to dismiss and threaten someone before even knowing properly who they are. He supposed it differs from heart to heart. I asked if he gets to know his enemies, and he said only if they let him. So there you have it, my wall is not a particularly unique wall. Not long after, I witnessed venom spat from the mouth of a lightwalker at Gavoran in the form of a vehement distaste for magic. I'll admit to having fun arguing with her, but beneath that the hot white fire in my belly raged: You do not even know him.
There is a song from my youth that encourages some measure of certainty in an uncertain world:
"I am but a part of this All I am is all I give Everything that comes to me Comes as sure as I will breathe"
The priestess of my tribe, she was called Ghydda, would often gently remind me that what I sought would turn up as long as I remained open. I pray: Oh lady, oh silver light, my beating heart can feel the witch-hour breeze.
*Lyric credit: Ayla Nereo - All of This
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70278, Rarywey's Role Chapter 4
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 4 Intimate Desire Added Sun Jun 21 15:15:09 2020 at level 51:I have a dilemma. I am smitten with a man. He is a perfect gentleman, and I sense an old soul. It's not hard to know why I am so taken with him. At first meeting I found him fascinating. He lives by a difficult mercenary creed. To paraphrase his own words, he must be in the world, but not of it. Friendships and bonds of love must be forsaken. He said I am making living by his difficult creed even more difficult. I respect his way of living, as well, and that is why it is so difficult for me. I can sense we are drawn to one another. I would close the gap. I would thrill in his embrace, but for him this is forbidden. He admitted he fears his creed might one day put me in his way. He said if it did he fears he would falter. Is it wrong of my heart to soar at those words? Am I truly respectful of his ways?
I have never faced the trouble of desiring someone. I was brought up to remain chaste, oddly enough. My tribe looked to the moon as mother, yet expected lifelong virginity of its priestesses. I am young for my kind, but I have still had centuries to bother with being deflowered. Even so, there never was time, or the desire.
I don't speak much on my true family. Before the plague, we had love and togetherness. We danced below the full moon at perigee and our voices rang to her in a chorus of worship. How beautiful it all once was. Then I watched my parents wither under the eye of our healer, perplexed and withering herself. It is too painful. I think the worst part of it all was hearing them cough at night. The sound became wetter and wetter, and there would be blood soaked rags to scrub in the morning. And one by one they each stopped coughing. Then it was only me in the tree we called home. I started this mantra then, to keep my mind right and combat despair: I am glad to live. I am glad to live. I am glad to live.
Perhaps I fear as Gavoran does, that fate might conspire to ask him to end me. I told him I understand, and I respect any difficult choice he has to make. Change has a way of being both sudden and cyclical, and split second decisions must be lived with for the rest of your life. It may be disrespectful of me, but I simply ask that if my name finds its way into the pages of his book, that his arms find their way around me first.
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70277, Rarywey's Role Chapter 3
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 3 Thoughts on Change Added Wed Jun 10 17:03:36 2020 at level 48:My first real, vivid memory of pain has to be my tattoos. My mother and father had tried to prepare me for days. They said I was important, and that important girls had to be big girls. They said the priestess was going to give me the rest of the marks of my destiny. They said I had been born with one, but more must be added to indicate my significance. I remember staring into our priestess' eyes, her face lined so heavy with age and seeing a strange spark of something, perhaps hope, perhaps pride. Her moons were red but faded from the years. Two on each cheek, marking her as someone holy. My mother and father sat on either side of me with their heads bowed, clasping my hands in theirs. I shut my eyes and let the priestess do her work. When it was over, the whole of my face was red, not just the tattoos. A mess of blood and tears and ink.
To think I knew who I was and who I would later be back then never fails to give me a chuckle. We were children of the moon, if we knew one thing it was that change is constant, but the familiarity of the cycles blinded us some to reality, I think. Now I'm not who I should have been, and I've decided to pursue a different take on my fate. Some of understanding it comes from trying to understand others, and being a Herald truly affords me that opportunity. There's still some part of me that yearns for my old, appointed destiny. I think it makes its way into my food. There, it's at least genuine, palpable. It brings joy and comfort, which I think might be just as good as a sense of philosophical certainty, at least if we're concerned with living in the moment. Perhaps tending to the tangible and the now is the best we can really do while inhabiting a Theran body.
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70262, Rarywey's Statistics
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 0 | Experience from Skill improvements | 6702 | Experience from Exploration | 15625 | Experience from Quests | 36515 | Experience from Commerce | 12235 | Experience from Immortals | 950 | Experience from Observation | 29080 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Mon May 18 10:25:44 2020
| Quests Completed   | 38 | Exploration Points Found   | 49 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 0 times | Thickening the Veil | 0 items for 0 | Thinning the Veil | 0 items for 0 | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 0 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 0 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % | % of lifetime caballed   | 7831700 % |
70275, Rarywey's Role Chapter 1
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
RoleChapter 1 How It Starts Added Mon May 18 14:00:44 2020 at level 6:Five of us came to Evermoon that night. It was raining, I remember, and the dying had sent us to the city gates. We couldn't understand then why our world had suddenly collapsed. We had been an isolated tribe, in and around the fringes of Ar'atouldain, drinking of the river of memory and praying to a goddess who no longer spoke, but never quavered in her monthly sequence. We had minimal contact with the people of Evermoon. I was taught they saw us as eccentric as a whole, but their priestess had a fondness for our faith, so she would insist we be treated fairly even as we shunned true society.
It was a plague that sent us to Evermoon. Five children who had never shown a symptom, who had not yet succumbed. We were banished from our tribe because they were dying, and even with our immunity, we were far too young to truly care for ourselves in the woods. I think, also, those who remained wished to spare us the horror of witnessing any more deaths.
In Evermoon they found us work in the tavern. We had to earn the generosity of our benefactors. I came to think of the others as my family while we were there, even though we weren't truly siblings. They looked to me for spiritual guidance. I was marked. I was destined. I was still just a child who had lost everything. What was I to do?
When my mother and father and everyone I had ever loved had still been alive, they brought me as a newborn to our holy woman. She took one look at my left arm and knew the mark on it meant I was destined to take her place someday. And this is how I was groomed since that day. Instead of my destiny, I found myself playing holy woman to a congregation of four traumatized children in a little kitchen behind a bar. Suffice to say it changed my faith.
But we grew up, each finding our niche in our new, strange world. One by one we left. I dont think Evermoon could ever have truly kept us. Still, it is a place of safety, near enough to where the moon touches the land. Near enough to the river that will someday wash away the memories of my heart.
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70274, Rarywey's Immortal Comments
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Immortal CommentsMon Aug 24 02:07:29 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (269 hrs): An Immortal added 100 exp for: What a protective host, I enjoyed your bravery.
Wed Aug 26 02:08:35 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (277 hrs): An Immortal added 1200 exp for: Role updates about death of friends, betraying new ones and our shame, new heralds, old faiths, and a dance with a doll.
Tue Sep 1 02:51:58 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (287 hrs): An Immortal added 300 exp for: Hosting an outstanding Herald taletelling event
Sat Sep 12 16:46:29 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (317 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: Role update about loneliness, and Cedany's issues with Morius.
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70273, Rarywey's Immortal Comments
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Immortal CommentsTue May 19 16:35:37 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 13 (11 hrs): An Immortal added 500 exp for: A plague in Evermoon kills a bunch of parents and forces a ton of us and a handful of other kids we take care of to take up work in a tavern.
Mon May 25 11:54:38 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 25 (23 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: Recap of our time at the tavern. We stuck around until our wards were grown up. And, ourselves. Learned to love music and food, will seek a home with the Heralds.
Tue Jun 9 23:13:43 2020 by 'Whiysdan' at level 48 (60 hrs): Good presence - pretty much the only consistent presence outside of the HH - enjoy the lastname as a small pat on the back!
Fri Jun 19 18:06:58 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 48 (71 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: Pretty good update. Reminiscing about we got inked, how our destiny has changed, and on the merits of philosophical certainty vs. joy and comfort.
Mon Jun 22 20:34:25 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (88 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: We have the hots for Gavoran, but his creed forbids a union. We're conflicted!
Thu Jun 25 19:36:34 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (106 hrs): An Immortal added 100 exp for: Fun little talk about her man problems and I gave her lots of bad advice.
Thu Jun 25 19:46:21 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (106 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: A good entry about us getting to know others and the walls we (and they) have up.
Sat Jun 27 18:58:37 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (113 hrs): An Immortal added 100 exp for: Sharing her mistake at Garful's mistake event.
Sat Jul 11 20:09:09 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (157 hrs): An Immortal added 250 exp for: Hosting part 1 of 2 youthful lesson events. Nice of you to consider people might have differing schedules!
Wed Jul 22 15:37:59 2020 by 'Daphedee' at level 51 (179 hrs): With Imogrezio's steadily decreasing logins, it's time for some new blood. Good luck with HH!
Thu Jul 30 01:17:32 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (201 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: Feeling melancholy about old friends disappearing. Gavoran, Imogrezio. Still deciding what being H.H. means to us. On the bright side, we've met new friends: Ogae and Lirinildria.
Sun Aug 9 23:20:06 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (224 hrs): An Immortal added 400 exp for: We're mad at Ethlerrereva for calling Gavoran a cancer on Thera. We still miss him. Elder Prophet is grateful for the Heralds, though, and we like that.
Thu Aug 20 15:40:55 2020 by 'An Immortal' at level 51 (255 hrs): An Immortal added 100 exp for: A good talk about what she's lost in life.
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70272, Rarywey's Gank-O-Meter
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 0 | Total PK Assists   | 0 | Solo PKs   | 0 | PKs with a group of 2  | 0 | PKs with a group of 3  | 0 | PKs with a group of 4+  | 0 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 0.00 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Can't even get a kill Total PK Losses   | 4 | Solo PK Losses   | 3 | PK Losses to a group of 2  | 1 | PK Losses to a group of 3  | 0 | PK Losses to a group of 4+  | 0 | Average Group Size Per Death   | 1.25 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant
70271, Rarywey's PK Statistics
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 0 (0 at level 53) | Total PK Losses   | 4 | Total Mob Deaths   | 28 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 0 | VS. Neutral   | 0 | VS. Evil   | 0 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. paladin   | 1 | VS. druid   | 1 | VS. conjurer   | 1 | VS. shapeshifter   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 1 | VS. FORTRESS   | 1 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 1 | VS. SCION   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 1 | VS. Neutral   | 0 | VS. Evil   | 3 |
70270, Rarywey's Title History
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Title HistoryThu May 28 11:17:59 2020, level 28 (31 hrs): Rarywey the Hymnist, Chef of the Eternal Star
Tue Jun 9 23:13:08 2020, level 48 (60 hrs): Rarywey Cirrene the Chronicler, Chef of the Eternal Star
Wed Jul 22 15:20:01 2020, level 51 (179 hrs): Rarywey Cirrene the Grand Mistress of Artistry, High Herald of the Eternal Star
Thu Oct 1 11:58:52 2020, level 51 (385 hrs): Rarywey Cirrene the Moon Over the Empty Space, High Herald of the Eternal Star
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70269, Rarywey's PK Deaths
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
PK DeathsJun 4, 2020 |Lv 36|The Tahril Mountains|vs 1: <41> Zinoza (100%, claw) Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 41|Lost in the Mists|vs 2: <44> Lirathyl (61%, lightning strike), <49> Relfina (38%) Jun 22, 2020|Lv 51|Voralian City|vs 1: <51> Maere (100%, lightning bolt) Jun 27, 2020|Lv 51|Glauruk Spawning Ground|vs 1: <51> Ydane (100%, KB) Jun 27, 2020|Lv 51|Whistlewood Swamp|Rarywey drowned Sep 3, 2020 |Lv 51|Prison of Glymarach|Rarywey committed suicide
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70268, Rarywey's Leveling
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Leveling HistoryMay 18, 2020 |Lv 2 |Hr 1 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 3 |Hr 1 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 4 |Hr 1 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 5 |Hr 2 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 6 |Hr 3 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 7 |Hr 4 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 8 |Hr 4 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 9 |Hr 5 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 10|Hr 5 | May 18, 2020 |Lv 11|Hr 6 | May 19, 2020 |Lv 12|Hr 9 | May 19, 2020 |Lv 13|Hr 12 | May 19, 2020 |Lv 14|Hr 13 | May 20, 2020 |Lv 15|Hr 14 |9 Lokwam, 13 Chycsienzu, May 20, 2020 |Lv 16|Hr 14 |11 Lokwam, 14 Chycsienzu, May 20, 2020 |Lv 17|Hr 15 |13 Lokwam, 15 Chycsienzu, May 20, 2020 |Lv 18|Hr 15 |15 Lokwam, 17 Chycsienzu, May 21, 2020 |Lv 19|Hr 17 |11 Yeurrok, May 21, 2020 |Lv 20|Hr 18 |12 Yeurrok, 24 Grumick, May 21, 2020 |Lv 21|Hr 19 |25 Grumick, May 21, 2020 |Lv 22|Hr 19 |26 Grumick, May 22, 2020 |Lv 23|Hr 20 |15 Yeurrok, 28 Grumick, May 24, 2020 |Lv 24|Hr 22 | May 25, 2020 (100% exp bonus)|Lv 25|Hr 24 |32 Tohrgaur, May 25, 2020 (100% exp bonus)|Lv 26|Hr 25 |21 Yeurrok, 33 Tohrgaur, May 25, 2020 (100% exp bonus)|Lv 27|Hr 25 |23 Yeurrok, 33 Tohrgaur, May 27, 2020 (100% exp bonus)|Lv 28|Hr 31 | May 29, 2020 |Lv 29|Hr 36 |33 Rephin, 34 Giddush, May 29, 2020 |Lv 30|Hr 37 |33 Rephin, 34 Giddush, Jun 1, 2020 |Lv 31|Hr 40 |31 Gavoran, Jun 2, 2020 |Lv 32|Hr 41 |33 Gavoran, Jun 2, 2020 |Lv 33|Hr 43 |34 Gavoran, 42 Giddush, Jun 3, 2020 |Lv 34|Hr 46 |36 Gavoran, 43 Giddush, Jun 3, 2020 |Lv 35|Hr 47 |37 Gavoran, 44 Giddush, Jun 3, 2020 |Lv 36|Hr 47 |38 Gavoran, 44 Giddush, Jun 4, 2020 |Lv 37|Hr 50 |36 Lirathyl, Jun 4, 2020 |Lv 38|Hr 50 |37 Lirathyl, Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 39|Hr 53 |45 Relfina, 40 Lirathyl, Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 40|Hr 55 |47 Relfina, 42 Lirathyl, Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 41|Hr 55 |48 Relfina, 44 Lirathyl, Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 42|Hr 56 |49 Relfina, 45 Lirathyl, Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 43|Hr 57 |40 Glentaf, Jun 9, 2020 |Lv 44|Hr 58 |46 Lirathyl, 51 Laurandt, Jun 9, 2020 |Lv 45|Hr 58 |48 Lirathyl, 51 Relfina, Jun 9, 2020 |Lv 46|Hr 59 |49 Lirathyl, 51 Relfina, Jun 9, 2020 |Lv 47|Hr 59 |51 Lirathyl, 51 Relfina, Jun 9, 2020 |Lv 48|Hr 59 | Jun 19, 2020 |Lv 49|Hr 74 |47 Althar, 50 Arthyrr, Jun 19, 2020 |Lv 50|Hr 74 |48 Althar, 51 Arthyrr, Jun 19, 2020 |Lv 51|Hr 75 |50 Althar, 51 Arthyrr,
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70267, Rarywey's Timeline
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Timeline Nothing.
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70266, Rarywey's Mob Deaths
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Mob DeathsMay 19, 2020|Lv 11|Desert of Araile|the desert marauder by cleave May 19, 2020|Lv 12|Forest of NoWhere|the evil Laxian by claw May 27, 2020|Lv 27|Crystal Island|the loyal guard by pound Jun 5, 2020 |Lv 38|Ruins of Maethien|a winged Nightwalker by claw Jun 5, 2020 |Lv 38|Ruins of Maethien|a winged Nightwalker by claw Jun 8, 2020 |Lv 39|Ruins of Maethien|a large Nightwalker by claw Jun 19, 2020|Lv 48|Mount Calandaryl|a skeletal warrior by punch Jun 22, 2020|Lv 51|Evermoon Hollow|the red-gold dragon by blast Jun 22, 2020|Lv 51|Mines of Zakiim|an arial guard by thrust Jun 23, 2020|Lv 51|The Underdark Sea|an ancient dragon turtle by blast of acid Jun 27, 2020|Lv 51|Glauruk Spawning Ground|a glauruk conscript by leaping impale Jun 27, 2020|Lv 51|Whistlewood Swamp|a guard by pierce Jul 3, 2020 |Lv 51|Evermoon Hollow|the red-gold dragon by bite Jul 4, 2020 |Lv 51|Seantryn Modan|the Blademaster by slice Jul 5, 2020 |Lv 51|Mausoleum|the dark specter by shocking bite Jul 12, 2020|Lv 51|Pine Forest|a dire wolf by bite Jul 24, 2020|Lv 51|Kuo-Toa Lair|a kuo-toa priest by hit Jul 24, 2020|Lv 51|The Frigid Wasteland|an ice worm by chomp Jul 24, 2020|Lv 51|Mines of Zakiim|an arial guard by thrust Aug 3, 2020 |Lv 51|Whistlewood Swamp|a veteran pureblood hunter by leveraged kick Aug 8, 2020 |Lv 51|The Black Lair|Dhyxtre, the dark-elven assassin by black light Aug 8, 2020 |Lv 51|The Black Lair|Kikarkin, the half-black dragon orc ranger by vicious attack Aug 8, 2020 |Lv 51|The Green Lair|a hulking moss troll by sting Aug 22, 2020|Lv 51|Evermoon Hollow|a midnight dragon by blast Sep 12, 2020|Lv 51|Feanwyyn Weald|a hulking fire giant guard by chop Sep 12, 2020|Lv 51|Feanwyyn Weald|a nimble svirfnebli thief by crush Sep 12, 2020|Lv 51|Whistlewood Swamp|a young pureblood hunter by pierce Sep 13, 2020|Lv 51|Aran'gird|a duergar patroller by cleave Sep 24, 2020|Lv 51|Island of Corte|a black-furred fela by claw
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70265, Rarywey's Edges
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
EdgesFlawsRacial EdgesClass EdgesProficient Instrumentalist Perfect Pitch Shield of Words
EdgesWoodland Benefactor Keys to Success Battle Tested
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70264, Rarywey's Cabal Specifics
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Cabal SpecificsCabal Statistics# of logins with their cabal item   | 0 | # of logins without their cabal item   | 0 | # of logouts with their cabal item   | 0 | # of logouts without their cabal item   | 0 | # of times they lost their cabal item   | 0 | # of times they retrieved their cabal item   | 0 | # of times they took another cabal item   | 0 |
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70263, Rarywey's Class Specifics
Posted by Death_Angel on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Class SpecificsPreferred Repertoire | Romantic |
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