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Trevor Joins The Chosen of Fate

Nyx says (in common), 'Some time you may want to take a look at them.'.
Nyx bows before Cordir.

Trevor nods.
Trevor bows deeply.
Trevor bows before Cordir.

Cordir smiles happily.

Trevor says (in common), 'thank you'.

Cordir says, 'Gentlemen, be welcome to the Sigil Draktha.'.
Cordir says, 'Trevor, do you know the significance of Draktha?'.

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Pulsing red and black, the Sigil Draktha writhes and contorts before you, shifting in time the magical flow sealing N'Kai below. Briefly, the Sigil fades, and then resurges in power. The Sigil is weaker now than it once was. One day it will fail altogether ...

Trevor says (in common), 'a little. I remember having heard stories of it'.

Cordir nods.

Cordir says, 'It is the barrier between this place, and the darkness that is N'Kai. I view the Chosen, much like Draktha. A barrier between the Realm and the darkness of hate and ignorance. Shall we enter N'Kai?'.

Trevor nods slowly.
Nyx smiles happily.
Trevor leaves down.

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Cave Conjoining N'Kai [Exits: north]
You are below the Sigil Draktha, near N'Kai the Black. You have no escape but to go onward, for the Barrier seals you within here just as forcefully as it does the Spawn. Bones lie scattered about, strewn above a dried pool of blood.

A Message has been scrawled on the bloody floor.
(Invis) Trevor is here.

Nyx appears out of nowhere.

Cordir says, 'You stand within N'Kai the Black... A place created by the Triat for testing those who would learn of that faith. Much was sacrificed in the creation of this place...'.

Nyx prays, '*smile* Gillfen tracks along the mural pathway, and now Talmud tracks in the cave...'.

Cordir says, 'Lives, names... hopes... dreams...'.
Cordir smiles at Nyx.

Nyx prays, 'It _is_ a Chosen place...'.

Cordir tells Nyx, 'That so pleases me to hear...'.

Nyx nods in recognition to Cordir.

Cordir says, 'I ask those who Petition to come here, as a mark of faith.'.

Trevor nods slowly and approvingly.

Cordir says, 'Faith in me, in the Chosen... in themselves. I also set before them a Petitioner's Quest, which has several parts. Have you fulfilled all aspects of that Quest, Trevor?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I have M'lady'.

Cordir pauses a moment in thought.
Cordir says, 'The first aspect, is obtaining the tenth rank.'.

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Gia [ Sh: 2 Wa:12 ] Trevor walks the path of the Wyrm

Cordir says, 'This, you have done. The second, is writing of your life. Which I have read with pleasure.'
Cordir taps a full scroll-case of parchments that hangs at her belt.

Trevor says (in common), 'Thank you'.

Cordir says, 'Talmud has spoken for you, and stands as your Sponsor.'.

Trevor smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Thus fulfilling the third requirement. The fourth, is a series of duties... Do you, Trevor, swear that you have aided the young of this Realm for the span of a year and a day?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I do'.

Cordir nods. Cordir says, 'Another of the tasks is that one travel the realm, and display their knowledge of it, by obtaining 8 tokens, each representing a racial city. Have you done so?'

Trevor nods.

Cordir says, 'Please drop each one upon the floor, naming its origin point.'.

Trevor says (in common), 'Aaracity'.
Trevor drops a leather flying helmet.

Trevor gets a jar of pickled elf ears from a large sack.
Trevor drops a jar of pickled elf ears.
Trevor says (in common), 'Og'.

Trevor drops a roasted hawk.
Trevor says (in common), 'Dwarvenhold'.

Trevor gets a pick from a large sack.
Trevor drops a pick.
Trevor says (in common), 'Thistlerock'.

Trevor gets a city guard signet ring from a large sack.
Trevor drops a city guard signet ring.
Trevor says (in common), 'Midgaard'.

Trevor gets a cinnamon roll from a large sack.
Trevor drops a cinnamon roll.
Trevor says (in common), 'Harpers Landing'.

Trevor gets the Brooch of Loth-Llorien from a large sack.
Trevor drops the Brooch of Loth-Llorien.
Trevor says (in common), 'Loth-Llorien'.

Trevor gets a roast pheasant from a large sack.
Trevor drops a roast pheasant.
Trevor says (in common), 'Hovelton'.

Cordir nods.
Cordir says, 'Please pick up the roll.'.

Trevor gets a cinnamon roll.
Cordir says, 'and give it to My Shadow.'.

Cordir ftells, 'sac that up, Nyx?'.

Trevor gives a cinnamon roll to Nyx.

Nyx sacrifices a cinnamon roll to Cordir.

Cordir puts a cinnamon roll in (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen.

Cordir says, 'close your eyes, or turn your back.'.

Trevor turns his back.
Nyx squints.

Cordir envelops the room in flames!
Cordir nods. Cordir says, 'Okay.'.

Trevor turns back around.

Cordir says, 'The last element of the Quest is the choosing of three Geasa... Which will bind your behavior from this day forward. Are you prepared to do this?'.

Trevor nods.

Cordir gestures, and a glittering web appears.

From within the web creeps a small black spider.

The spider slowly descends to the cavern floor.

Nyx bows to the spider.

Cordir gestures at the spider.
Cordir says, 'This is Guardian, the keeper of the Geasa.'.
Cordir says, 'Speak those things which would bind you, now and always, and let them be witnessed.'.

Trevor says (in common), 'The first is to not wear any armor or weapons bought from shopkeepers.'.

Nyx gets a long black quill from the shadows.
Nyx gets a dark scroll from a mage's spellbook.

Trevor says (in common), 'The second, to keep no more than 25k gold, unless as prizes for quests'.
Trevor says (in common), 'and to hold no item in inventory for more than 5 days before giving to the needy and young'.

Nyx scribbles something onto the dark scroll with the quill.
Nyx puts a dark scroll in a mage's spellbook.
Nyx puts a long black quill in the shadows.

Trevor says (in common), 'The third is to teach the young of the realm as I have learned, through quests and challenges which i will hold at least once every 1-2 weeks as time permits'.

Cordir nods and says, 'These Geasa please me. I accept them.'.

The spider nods, and dips its thorax in a bow.
The spider slowly creeps back up to the web and begins spinning.

Cordir gestures, and three shining strands of light swirl into being.

Nyx gets a long black quill from the shadows.
Nyx gets a dark scroll from a mage's spellbook.
Nyx scribbles a little more.

Nyx puts a long black quill in the shadows.
Nyx puts a dark scroll in a mage's spellbook.

Cordir gestures again, and the strands of light swirl around you, settling down over you.

Nyx smiles happily.

You feel something close in around you, binding you.

The strands of light become one with you.

Trevor smiles happily.

For a moment, you see a Pattern of light swirl upon your skin, and then the image is gone.

Cordir nods and says, 'From this day forward, Trevor.... Those Geasa are your duty. That completes the Petitioners Quest.... But I have one question for you....'.

Trevor nods.

Cordir says, 'Why is it that you seek to join the Chosen? What do you feel you can bring them, and they, bring to your life?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I feel I can help further the goal of the Chosen, by acting as a teacher for the young of the realm'.

Cordir says, 'And how can you help the Chosen as a whole to grow, and them to help you grow?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I seek more knowledge, so I may have more to teach. And I will be willing to assist all who are in need of assistance, as far as I can'.

Cordir nods and says, 'Very well. Know that I do not accept folk lightly.. Nor do I release them.'

Trevor nods.

Cordir says, 'I Choose for life... '.
Cordir says quietly, 'When Life permits it...'
Cordir says, 'Sometimes Paths take us ... elsewhere. But that is no matter. Trevor, are you willing to abide by My Codes and Dictates always?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I am willing'.

Cordir says, 'Do you swear to abide by the written and implied rules of the Realm as a whole?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I do'.

Cordir says, 'Do you oath to abide the lawful instructions of My Ordained, the Shadow who stands beside you, and My Ordained, Elladan?'.

Nyx raises an eyebrow at Cordir.

Cordir says, 'pardon, my Attendant'.

Nyx says (in common), 'Your Attendant, Lady?'.

Cordir says, 'I misspoke'.

Trevor says (in common), 'I do'.

Cordir blushes.
Cordir has tired fingers.

Nyx nods in recognition to Cordir.

Cordir says, 'Then I bid you kneel and give me your oath.'.

Trevor kneels in front of Cordir.

Cordir holds out her hands.

Cordir says, 'Take my hands.'.

Trevor takes Cordir's hands.

Cordir holds your hands between her own in the age-old gesture of a liege accepting a paxman's oath.

Cordir tells Trevor, 'you can do a personal oath, or just type worship, up to you.'.

Trevor whispers an oath, barely audible to himself.

Trevor now worships Cordir!
Cordir has accepted Trevor into her following.

Cordir ftells, 'Welcome to the Chosen of Fate, Trevor'.

Cordir smiles at him.

Nyx ftells, 'Welcome, Trevor'.
Khorlan ftells, 'Welcome :)'.
Trevor ftells, 'Thank you m'lady'.
Trevor ftells, 'and others'.

Nyx smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Shall I bring us to the Temple?'.

Trevor nods.

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.

Within The Tapestry of Fate [Exits: north up]
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.
(Purple Aura) Khorlan is here.

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Trevor arrives suddenly.

Khorlan smiles happily.
Trevor bows before Khorlan.

Cordir says, 'There are a few more things...'.

Trevor nods.

Cordir says, 'Firstly, I mark all my Chosen with a Covenant Ward which symbolizes the bond between us.'.

Khorlan bows before Trevor.

Nyx arrives from the north.
Nyx smiles happily.
Nyx bows before Cordir.

Khorlan beams a smile at Nyx.

Trevor smiles happily.

Cordir smiles at Nyx.

Cordir says, 'Trevor, the oath is not simply one given from you to me.'.

Trevor bows deeply.

Cordir says, 'But an oath on my part to lead you wisely, accept advice when I am wrong... Support you in any way I can.'.

Cordir glances at Her Shadow.

Trevor nods.

Nyx dips his head slightly.

Khorlan grins neutrally.

Cordir says, 'Thus, I give my folk a mark. It tends to have a mind of its own, I warn you. I set Nyx's upon his hand... And it creeped off on its own walkabout one night... and wound up in his eyes.'

Trevor smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'The process is not without some pain... So I ask you to forgive me that and tell me where you wish the mark placed.'.

Trevor says (in common), 'my neck'.

Cordir blinks and says, 'that seems to be the popular choice these days.'.

Khorlan grins neutrally at Her.

Cordir says, 'very well. Bare the spot, please.'.

Khorlan says (in common), 'I started the trend!!'.

Trevor stops using the carved garnet amulet.
Trevor stops using the rusty jacinth amulet.

Khorlan says (in common), 'they just all wanna be like me'. He smirks.

Trevor snickers with Khorlan about their shared secret.

Cordir gets a black raven feather quill from a bag of Nyx hide.

Khorlan gets steak made from raven from an egg casing.
Khorlan listens to his steak.
Khorlan nods at his steak.
Khorlan eats steak made from raven.

Cordir slashes her left palm with the point of the quill, raising a new wound across dozens of scars that already mark her skin.

Blood pools in Her palm.

Cordir says, 'Shadow?'.

Trevor says (in common), 'did it talk back too much?'.

Nyx stops using a pair of fur gloves.

Cordir turns towards Nyx.

Nyx hold up one bare palm.

Cordir deftly nicks the palm of Her Ordained's hand.

Khorlan says (in common), 'it said it wished to journey to my stomach'.

Trevor beams a smile at Khorlan.

Three drops of blood well forth, and slowly drop down to join the pool in Her hand.

Khorlan grins neutrally at Trevor.

Cordir dips the quill in the poool of blood.
Cordir gazes at Trevor with a calm, level gaze.

Cordir says, 'Are you ready?'.

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Trevor is reborn into the world he once knew and loved.
Trevor could win a beauty contest, if he wanted to.
Trevor is in perfect health.

Trevor is using:
<used as light> (Glowing) a war banner
<worn on finger> (Magical) the sparkling jacinth ring
<worn on finger> (Magical) the magnificent gold ring
<worn on body> a studded leather shirt
<worn on head> a leather helm
<worn on legs> a pair of leather pants
<worn on feet> a pair of animal hide knee-high boots
<worn on hands> (Magical) a pair of fur gloves
<worn on arms> a pair of thick leather sleeves
<worn as shield> (Magical) a large wooden shield
<worn about body> (Magical) a leather sash
<worn about waist> (Magical) a studded leather belt
<worn around wrist> (Magical) the radiant smoky quartz bracelet
<worn around wrist> (Magical) an animal hide wrist guard
<wielded> (Magical) (Humming) a Mourning Star
<worn with pride> the Brooch of Loth-Llorien

Trevor nods reluctantly.

Nyx closes his hand tightly.
Nyx utters the words, 'cure light'.
Nyx wears a pair of fur gloves on his hands.

Cordir stands on tiptoe.
Cordir inscribes the slashes and arcs of the Covenant ward upon your neck.

There is blinding pain for a moment.

Trevor winces. Ouch!

Cordir makes a soft sound of comfort, but continues.

Cordir redips the quill, and finishes the last few lines of the Ward.

Cordir creates (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen out of thin air!
Cordir gives (Tattooed) (Writhing) The Covenant of the Chosen to Trevor.

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

Cordir smiles happily.

Trevor wears a strange amulet around his neck.
Trevor wears the carved garnet amulet around his neck.

Trevor smiles happily.

Cordir says, 'Welcome, fully, to our ranks.'.

(End Scene)

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