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felldenlogs2019-09-02 11:58 am
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Kyst: The Clandest-Inn (Closed)
WHO: The Vestige and The Warden Varen and Mythal
WHAT: post-audience meet up
WHERE: The Clandest-Inn, Kyst b/c I'm a sucker for puns
WHEN: During the week following the 1st audence
WARNINGS: Nothing comes to mind
[It seemed that the Vestige - now called Ferox - and under the name Varen - was the first to arrive as there was no one named Mytal who had left a key for her. She spent the silver to rent a room with a private bath for the week and asked that meals be delivered to the door once during the morning and the evening. And that a key be left for her 'dear Mythal'. A clear implication in how she presented it being that the two were lovers who could not meet publicly for whatever reason. Just enough to make it interesting, but not so interesting that people would pay attention to the coming and going of the two beyond that. The Clandest-Inn loved their cliches and the price was high enough she felt confident that between the two, discretion would be kept.
She did not know when Neria would arrive, so Ferox made herself comfortable. Removed her armor, donned her daily finery, and made to make the room her home for the next week. Master Clack settled into a corner and told not to move unless she put her armor on once more. She would not need likely need it's assistance while she 'relaxed'.
Depending on when Neria arrived, she would either find Ferox sitting at the barely opened window, peeking out at the world below, lounging on the small couch the suite had while eating, or buried in blankets on the bed, fast asleep with, perhaps, a single (very much covered in fur) arm hanging out with knuckles brushing the floorboard.]
WHAT: post-audience meet up
WHERE: The Clandest-Inn, Kyst b/c I'm a sucker for puns
WHEN: During the week following the 1st audence
WARNINGS: Nothing comes to mind
[It seemed that the Vestige - now called Ferox - and under the name Varen - was the first to arrive as there was no one named Mytal who had left a key for her. She spent the silver to rent a room with a private bath for the week and asked that meals be delivered to the door once during the morning and the evening. And that a key be left for her 'dear Mythal'. A clear implication in how she presented it being that the two were lovers who could not meet publicly for whatever reason. Just enough to make it interesting, but not so interesting that people would pay attention to the coming and going of the two beyond that. The Clandest-Inn loved their cliches and the price was high enough she felt confident that between the two, discretion would be kept.
She did not know when Neria would arrive, so Ferox made herself comfortable. Removed her armor, donned her daily finery, and made to make the room her home for the next week. Master Clack settled into a corner and told not to move unless she put her armor on once more. She would not need likely need it's assistance while she 'relaxed'.
Depending on when Neria arrived, she would either find Ferox sitting at the barely opened window, peeking out at the world below, lounging on the small couch the suite had while eating, or buried in blankets on the bed, fast asleep with, perhaps, a single (very much covered in fur) arm hanging out with knuckles brushing the floorboard.]
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Dalish are simply considered 'real' elves. They ascribe to the old ways, have married within their numbers, and their bloodlines likely are more connected to the old magic they once had...though I don't think that's very true. False elves are like me: we were born in a city and do not keep to those old ways, and so we are seen as more human. And we are frowned upon because of it.
[ She does not know why some worlds have magic that is common and some where it is not, nor why it is hated in some world and not in others, but at least Ferox has a great understanding of it. It helps Neria feel comfortable, honestly. ]
I'm having the same difficulty. When I reach out... I can feel my mana there, deep within, like a well I cannot get to. Something might have happened when we were pulled over. And while I can fight without my magic, it would behoove this...war effort if I had it back. Same as you.
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[She said it firmly, path decided. Then finished her current glass and set it down.]
Neria was whisked away by the Stars, yes? Has she been told anything of the war she is expected to fight in?
cool, lemme just completely change tenses for a single tag
[ And she had not yet decided if the Court was where she wished to throw her power behind. There was time to consider but not much time. She'd need to make her decision soon enough.
She frowned, briefly nodding. ]
Not entirely much. The Court of Stars has been fighting against the Moon Temple for many years now. The Emperor claims that the Priestess within the Moon Temple is going to drain all of our worlds in a quest for power. This world is dying; the Emperor seeks to take their people from this world and to another that will be safer for their people.
The cause of the war, the reasons for it, why both sides are fighting... Why the Priestess will not let the Emperor and their people leave... I don't have answers for those questions.
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[She tapped at her chin in thought, lounging a little more comfortably and inclining her body just a tad more toward Neria.]
Though she claims it is merely to borrow and then return it. Like the filtering of water through a fountain. She wishes to bring back a little from every world so no single one is drained too much to renew this one since it is this one from which all the other worlds draw their power. The fountainhead of the stream and it is running dry.
She says the Emperor wishes to let this world die and with it, all the other worlds. They would drain it of power or let it die and there would be no more magic for the other worlds to draw on and they, in turn, would wither and die. That the Emperor would conquer and use the other worlds up to save their own and no others until nothing remains.
The Emperor prevents the Priestess from drawing the magic back here and the Priestess prevents the Emperor from leaving to take over another world or worlds. They are at an impasse.
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[ But now she was curious as to how that would even possible. On initially hearing the statement, she thought for certain that it meant the Emperor would find another world to settle within. This made it sound as if their battle would continue, that they would continue to drain worlds.
Why? ]
Perhaps this is what I do not understand: if the Priestess and the Emperor were to no longer be waging war upon each other, why would either of them have need to drain worlds for their power? The Priestess, as you say, wishes to use power from other worlds to bring back life to this one...but then, why would the Emperor need to draw upon anything from the worlds they go to? What need do they have to do so?
[ It wasn't that Neria did not believe the Emperor would do it. It was only that she did not understand the reasoning. ]
Do you think either of them might be trying to take power from us, ourselves? Are we conduits back to our own worlds?
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They both have a solution they think will work, but cannot agree on which to use, so they fight each other.
[As new as they were, this was mostly supposition. But given they had only so much information to go on...]
This one does not think the Priestess is. Or if she is, not directly. She was too drained of power. Had she been using those brought here as conduits, this one expects she would have been more lively.
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[ And if not die, perhaps dooming them to a fate far worse. A slow death, or even simply stagnation, and the loss of magic entirely. Neria threaded fingers through her hair, uncertain. ]
The Emperor seemed the same. Bringing us here cause them a great deal of power. The world holds its breath and awaits what we shall do.
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[She paused a moment to give Neria time to remember before going on.]
This one thinks this world is a pearl without shine. They have lost it somehow. Their stalemate grants only a slow death to a world that is already dying. They are desperate for a change. For upheaval. She supposes asking the gods of other worlds to choose who to send is better than bringing over the four corners of the house of troubles, but... perhaps Skooma Cat would have been a better choice for unpredictability.
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[ She lifted both brows. But she also smiled, and moved to refill their tankards. ]
Then we find out why the world has lost its shine. And we determine if the shine can be returned, one way or another, or if we have to make something new. We have to save these people and this world...and all of our worlds. There is no other option.
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[She chuckled at herself. Having actually met the Daedric Prince who was supposed to be the embodiment of Skooma Cat, she really, truly, couldn't think of someone who was less predicable. Even when Sheogorath took a liking to someone, he could and would be needlessly cruel for the sake of his mercurial nature. Oddly kind as well. In his own way.]
Yes. This one agrees. We have this room for the week. It is already paid. Perhaps asking around while conducting our business would be the best, yes? And confer her again, later. We can make use of the lodging for ourselves as is needed.