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An Emissary Joins the Chosen

The Shore of Lake Hali [Exits: east south down]
Black ice, dark and opaque, extends in a plain about you, forming a lake of dark, slick perfection. You have landed on the shore of that body, a dark cliff rising before you to the north. An octagonal door has been cut into it, and an octagonal pit opens downward. The eldritch monstrosity emanating from them horrify you, urging you to retreat.
This place is unusually quiet...
Trakker is here.

Cordir arrives from below.

Trakker looks around.

Trakker bows deeply.

Cordir smiles happily.

Trakker says (in elven), 'this shall do nicely me thinks'.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'There is more to this place than meets the eye.'.

Trakker stops using an animal hide sash.
Trakker wears the Ward of the Triat about his body.

Cordir smiles in delight at your wearing of the Ward.

The room grows noisy again.

Trakker nods.

Cordir says, 'This gateway....'.
Cordir gestures to the north.

Trakker bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'Only I, and Lord Thaygar, have walked.'.

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Sheer cliffs of ice and obsidian rise here ... but an octagonal
door has been cut into them, leading north ... It is permanently
frozen closed.

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You can't do that.

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You can't do that.

Trakker nods.

Cordir smiles quietly at your efforts, and shakes her head, no.
Trakker grins wickedly.

Trakker says (in elven), 'I have never noticed such a door'.

Cordir says softly, 'The Triat crafted this place as one of testing and trial... A Place where self-mastery could be gained.'.

Trakker nods.

Cordir says, 'Most do not.'.

Trakker says (in elven), 'I would only aspire to do so'.

Cordir says, 'I believe that one cannot truly LIVE, unless one knows the risk of death. I ask Petitioners to come here, as a show of faith that they embrace ALL of life's challenges... Including its ending.'.

Trakker nods.

Cordir takes a deep breath, then releases it slowly.
Cordir says, 'Do you, Trakker Longbow, come to this place of your own free will?'

Trakker says (in elven), 'I have come to this place on my own accord'.

Cordir nods and says, 'And what do you seek?'.

Trakker says (in elven), 'I seek that which is to become my fate'.

Cordir nods quietly.

Trakker says (in elven), 'I seek to alter my own destiny as it has been shown to me'.

Cordir nods quietly.
Cordir says, 'I ask you, for the first time... Is it your wish to join your life with that of Fate?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'That is my desire'.

Cordir nods and says, 'I require certain things of those who would do so...'.

Cordir says, 'Trakker, are you honest?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I am honest in all my heart and soul'.

Cordir says, 'Do you have courage? Not the false lack of fear, but the continuance in the face of fear?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I possess the courage to face my fears and travel where others dare not go'.

Cordir says, 'Do you hold your honor dear, and not waver from those personal laws you have set for yourself?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I hold honor above all else, without honor there is nothing'.

Cordir nods, well pleased with his words.

Trakker bows before Cordir.

Cordir says, 'I ask you a second time... do you wish to bind yourself to Fate, serving it, and me, always?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'Your Fate shall be mine own'.

Trakker looks at Shar-Ti.

Cordir nods quietly.

Shar-Ti says, 'Do you know of the ways of the Triat, young Trakker?'.

Trakker sits down and thinks deeply.

Shar-Ti says, 'Gaze at the Ward about your body.'.

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Forever embedding themselves in the flesh of their bearer,
the sigla comprising the Ward cover the shoulders, flanks,
and lower abdomen of their bearer. Their message is a song
to be called out in the Duergar Tongue:

Leave be Our Child, this night, o' Fiend.
Leave be Our Ward, this Day.
Its Life is Ours, Its Soul is Ours.
We dispose of such Our way.

Trakker nods.

Shar-Ti says, 'The Lady gives the Triat her fealty...'.

Cordir says, 'But I do not require that my Folk follow my faith.'.

Trakker nods.

Shar-Ti says, 'The Lady also gives acknowledgement to Nash...'.
Shar-Ti frowns in distaste.

Trakker nods.

Cordir glances at Shar-Ti reprovingly.
Cordir says, 'Shar-Ti, you taught me tolerance for others.'.
Cordir says, 'In your ancient age, have you forgotten it?'.

Shar-Ti lowers her head in embarassment.

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The Shore of Lake Hali
[Exits: east south down]
Black ice, dark and opaque, extends in a plain about you, forming a lake of dark, slick perfection. You have landed on the shore of that body, a dark cliff rising before you to the north. An octagonal door has been cut into it, and an octagonal pit opens downward. The eldritch monstrosity emanating from them horrify you, urging you to retreat.
Cordir is here.
Shar-Ti, Duergar Shaman of the Dhole, worships her totem here.

Shar-Ti says, 'The Weaver, whom the Lady is an Incarnation, teaches tolerance and perseverance.'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'Those are admirable traits indeed'.

Shar-Ti says, 'You, Trakker, are of an age, where to have survived and reached, you must have known and embraced both these traits.'.

Shar-Ti says, 'They will serve you well in the Lady's service.'.

Cordir bows before Shar-Ti.
Shar-Ti bows before Cordir.

Trakker bows before Shar-Ti.
Shar-Ti slaps Trakker.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I have faced many trials in my youth'.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'There is a quest I set before those who would wish to serve me.'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I have completed this quest'.

Cordir says, 'You meet the level requirement, easily.'.
Cordir says, 'And I have received the beginnings of a tale of your life...'.
Cordir says, 'And find it pleasing.'.
Cordir says, 'Have you selected three geasa to be bound with?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I have'.

Cordir raises her hand in a gesture of summoning.
A shimmering pattern of light appears.
The light expands into a spiderweb.
An enormous black widow spider descends from the web to stand before its mistress.

Cordir gestures at the spider.
Cordir says, 'This is the Web Guardian, bearer and Rememberer of the Geasa of the Chosen.'.

Cordir says, 'Speak that which would bind you, and have it be Witnessed.'.

Trakker sits down and thinks deeply.
Trakker says (in old-common), 'Let me choose my words carefully'.

Cordir nods.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I vow here this day to donate any reasonable amount of gold coins to any that make such a request of donation'.

The spider dips its thorax in a bow.
Cordir nods.
The spider whispers in your mind: *Witnessed*

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I vow here this day to never raise my voice in a shout or yell'.

The spider dips its thorax in a bow.
Cordir nods.
The spider whispers in your mind: *Witnessed*

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I vow here this day to seek out and offer aid to any of my kindred below the level of 15 whenever I have sufficient time to do so'.

The spider dips its thorax in a bow.
Cordir nods.
The spider whispers in your mind: *Witnessed*

Cordir turns the the Guardian and nods.
The spider returns to the web, and begins Weaving your Geasa into the Pattern.

Trakker smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'I ask Petitioners to show their knowledge of the Realm by gathering tokens from eight racial cities of their home continent.'.

Cordir says, 'Have you done so?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I have traveled to many lands to bring you these eight trinkets'.

Cordir nods.

Cordir says, 'And lastly, I ask that Petitioners show their good faith...'.
Cordir says, 'And give service for a year and a day to those new in the Realm.'.
Cordir says, 'Have you done so?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I have not intentionally done so, but unintentionally I would be so bold as to say'.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Then... with acknowledgement of your completion of the Quest...'.

Cordir says, 'I ask you a third and final time... do you wish to give Oath to Fate?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'The Fate of you and Yours has become my own.'.

Cordir smiles quietly.
Cordir holds out her hands.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I have found that which I thought to never find'.

Cordir says, 'Then kneel, give me your hands, and your Oath.'.

Trakker kneels down and presents his hands.

Cordir takes your hands between her own.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'I vow to serve Fate with Honor, Integrity, Courage, and Honesty, in all that i do'.

Cordir nods in recognition to you.
Cordir smiles quietly.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'Whats mine is yours'.
Trakker bows before Cordir.

Cordir nods.
Cordir smiles at you.

Cordir tells Trakker, 'When you're ready, you may worship.'.

Trakker now worships Cordir!
Cordir has accepted Trakker into the following!

Cordir smiles happily.
Cordir says, 'There is one more thing to be done...'.

Trakker nods.

Cordir gets a black quill feather from a bag of Nyx hide.
Cordir slashes the palm of her hand with the nib of the quill.

Blood flows forth, caught in her cupped hand.

Cordir dips the quill into Lake Hali.
Cordir allows three drops of the black water to drip into the pooled blood.
Cordir mixes the blood and water with the quill.

Cordir says, 'I mark each of My Chosen with a sigil, a ward, a Covenant...'.
Cordir says, 'Where do you wish it placed?'.

Trakker says (in old-common), 'on my left cheek for all to see'.

Cordir nods.
Cordir steps closer to Trakker.

Cordir dips the quill in the holy water of Lake Hali, and her own Immortal blood.

Cordir quickly inscribes the Covenant upon his flesh.

The pain is intense, but brief.

Elaina ftells, 'hello all'.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!

Cordir gives Trakker (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen.

Cordir ftells, 'Welcome to the Chosen of Fate, Trakker!'.

Trakker wears (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen as a decoration.

Elaina ftells, 'Welcome Trakker!'.
Trakker ftells, 'Greetings'.

Cordir smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Lets bring you home.'.

Trakker nods.

Cordir steps away from you, and allows the remaining blood to fall into the holy lake.

Elaina ftells, '*cheer*'.

Cordir raises her hand in a graceful gesture of summoning.
A glimmering light appears, and expands into a shining web-like Pattern.

Cordir steps through the Pattern Web, disappearing from the chamber.

Cordir has summoned Trakker!

Within The Tapestry of Fate [Exits: north]
Stepping through the spider-web, you find yourself standing beneath countless stars... no, not stars, but strands of light, their incandescent glow pushing back the darkness that would otherwise overcome you.

You stand on a circular cathedra of dusky marble striated with silvery gray. Four titanic, equidistantly spaced archways of albescent jade yearn upward towards the lights above you. Sable fires seethe within three of them, a spider-web filling the fourth. In the center of the rostrum stands an intricately carved wooden loom. It is cool here, like the first misty chill of twilight, and you shiver slightly, hair prickling on the back of your neck as you realize: Perhaps this is no place for a mortal to be.
The Loom of the Weaver is here, coruscating with an unearthly radiance.
Cordir is here.

Cordir smiles happily.

Trakker bows deeply.

Elaina ftells, 'Trakker needs a title :)'.

Cordir ftells, 'We are very glad to have you, Trakker.'.
Cordir ftells, 'Welcome!'.

Elaina ftells, 'Nod nod! YA :)'.

Cordir has reconnected.
Cordir blushes.
Cordir says, 'sorry, lost connect'.

Trakker nods.

Cordir ftells, 'Trakker, though it pains me to do so...'.
Cordir ftells, 'I must depart. the hour is such that outworld duties call me.'.
Cordir ftells, 'Elaina, could you please make him welcome?'.

Trakker ftells, 'until next time then'.

Elaina ftells, 'Certainly :)'.

Trakker ftells, '*bow*'.

Cordir ftells, 'I shall return at my usual hours...'.

Elaina ftells, '*wave* My lady'.

Cordir ftells, 'I ask, Trakker, that you make yourself familiar with the contents of the Board List'.

Cordir ftells, 'Also, if you would, please send me a list of all of your current equipment.'.

Trakker ftells, 'of course m'Lady'.

Cordir ftells, 'I'm a terribly vain goddess, and like to equip my folk '.

Trakker ftells, 'smile'.

Cordir ftells, '*grin*'.

Cordir ftells, 'Thank you for joining us... we are strengthed by your presence.'.

Cordir ftells, 'And I hope that you find yourselves strengthed by being one of us.'.

Trakker ftells, 'as am I by yours'.

Cordir ftells, 'Fare well'.

Cordir smiles at Trakker.

Elaina ftells, '*wave*'.
Trakker ftells, 'wave'.

Trakker says (in common), 'would you like this 3dex sash real quick?'.

Cordir ftells, '*smiles impishly* before I depart... would you mind if I publicly welcomed you, Trakker?'.

Cordir says,, 'I can't hold it at the moment...'.

Ptarchyzk arrives from the north.
Ptarchyzk rests.
Ptarchyzk bows deeply.

Trakker ftells, 'if that is your wish'.

Cordir nods in recognition to Ptarchyzk.

Ptarchyzk says (in common), 'just regenning.'.

Cordir gossips, 'Hail and welcome to the Chosen, Trakker!'.

Ptarchyzk pats Trakker on his back.

Elaina gossips (in common), 'Welcome Trakker :)'.
Gladius gossips (in common), '(`..-(`..-> Grats Trakker!! :) <-..)-..)'.
Kollen gossips (in common), '"AIL TRAKKER!'.

Trakker winks suggestively.

Ptarchyzk says (in common), 'gratz.'.

Trakker bows before Ptarchyzk.

Cordir smiles at Trakker.

Ptarchyzk waves happily.
Trakker waves happily.

(End scene)

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