High Priestess Aki

In the temple of Eluna, the High Priestess Aki of the Temple of Eluna is standing before the grand pool, for the moment she is staring into the water. A far-off expression touches her face, one tinged with a great deal of worry. The High Priestess looks a bit out of sorts, something which is highly unusual as anyone who frequents the temple of Eluna has reason to know. She turns away from the pool toward those gathered and gathering.

The seeress is a lovely woman, with a seemingly ageless air about her. Usually a serene air surrounds her. The sort of unshakableness that one might expect from one that receives regular visions from their goddess. She clasps her hands together before her and looks at everyone with her blind silver-white eyes. Being unable to see as others do has never stopped the High Priestess from observing the world around her.

For the moment, she waits for everyone to settle and be gathered.

A heavily scarred mul'neissa woman emerges from deeper within the temple, seemingly recently awoken as she rubs at her face and stifles a yawn. She throws her verdant buckle jacket on shoulder robed. Her normally scowling visage is softened to a haggard tiredness, seemingly whatever venture she had recently been on is now creeping up on her.

She slows by the reflection pool, peering into it with a distant expression before shaking her head and pressing on, giving a respectful nod towards the High Priestess before finding a prayer mat to settle onto cross legged. A journal finds its way into her hands, as does a pen.

Aya has been a consistent, perhaps nearly constant, presence about the temple grounds. Not always a visible one, but possibly conspicuous given her appearance. She approaches the pool from one of the separate outbuildings. The priestess is noted, immediately followed by sight of the scarred mul'niessa, and it is towards the latter she veers. Quiet out of respect for the proceedings, or merely her own tendency, she comes to a stop to settle near Aryia, a brief hand gesture made in greeting.

Caw. Caw. Loud, distant croak of those crows and ravens ring out outside the Temple, foreboding the weight of the message - or would, if it wasn't just a certain egalrin clearing his throat. Shuffling in amongst the rest of the group was a particularly quick and hard to catch flutter of a cloak, before a dark shape settles behind everyone.

With a faint click, a buttoned up journal is flopped over and the rough scratch of a quill pen starts making rapid notes. Crik's black corvid eyes spin around the group gathering; before finally settling onto the center of everyone's attention.

Acedia is already in the Temple of Eluna, having settled on one of the tasseled rugs well ahead of time. Clad in the blue and silver of Eluna's clergy, the Goblin sits cross-legged, waiting on the High Priestess to speak. Her pose resembles that of one who is meditating, but it is entirely possible the Gobbo has fallen asleep.

Having already been in the temple of Eluna recently, upon requests going out to see adventurers at the temple, Schara thought it a good idea that she return to help. This did not stop the bronze clad artificer from looking as uncomfortable as an almost entire suit of metal could look, save for the almost tacked on looking wooden arm that swung a bit by their side as they scanned the room. A few familiar faces do at least get a distracted wave.

Harkashan rarely visits the Temple of Eluna, though it perhaps bears mentioning that it's the temple he has visited the most within the last year. Fate touches many people, especially those close to him.

Bearing his full armored regalia, the lava-toned Sith-makar steps in. The strange light within the Temple jumping of the water playing in rather interesting ways with the patterns of his scales. The subtle lava-flow markings getting a more silvren sheen as he approaches the grand pool, and moves to stand across from the High Priestess and lays his hands behind his back.

His tail slithers and shifts, turning his gaze down towards the moon itself. Wondering what she might see. Letting out a thoughtful draconic rumble of a sound in consideration.

The Temple of Eluna is not a place in which Rune often spends much time. However, the anxiety and fear that once coincided with this place has faded. Even so, Rune still holds tight to the necklace at her throat as she steps in, walking beside Harkashan and keeping her hood up almost as if she were trying to hide from the eyes of the gods themselves.

Whatever the case, she eventually takes a place amongst the others, quiet... but most certainly not at ease.

The High Priestess sighs as everyone gathers around and settles. She seems very worried. "I appreciate you all gathering, especially on such short notice." These words are given with sincerity and hope, the woman almost nervously shifting her weight. "I had a vision last night. One that may well..."

She hesitates. "It's meaning is layered as visions tend to be, but if it means what I think it does, it will shake the very foundation of our faith." Now she simply looks troubled. "If you will all join hands, or touch the person beside you, I will attempt to share my memory of the vision with you all."

Aryia takes note of all that join, her taking idle notes before she spies her sister. She relaxes some, her giving a little wave in return to say hello. But her attention drifts to the High Priestess. Theories from recent excursions prick her forethought, and she shifts a bit on her seat in concern.

She steels a breath, her readily taking Aya's hand, and offering her other one to whoever was closest.

Harkashan looks to Rune as she steps up to him, at the request to join hands. This isn't the first time they might be granted a sort of vision from Eluna. But there's still some worry there. So before he does, he touches Rune with a spell. Laying his finger to her forehead.

Only then, does he join hands with Rune, and spreads his other hand for whomever may wish to take it.

GAME: Harkashan casts Owl's Wisdom. Caster Level: 9 DC: 17

If Ayia looks haggard, the figure that strides through the rapidly-opening main doors to the temple has positively crawled out of the crypt. Seldan's usually tidy ginger-blonde hair is rumpled, as if he only ran a hand through it, and he is clad only in shirt and trousers, the usual blue and silver robe atop it, with the finest of chain links beneath it. Dark rings surround his eyes, and the pale blue eyes seem to be reacting strongly to light. Reunion is nowhere to be seen, for the moment.

Immediately on arrival, he pauses and looks around, drawing himself up ramrod-straight and surveying the gathering by the pool with suddenly serious eyes.

The Goblin's eyes blink open, and she does her best to suppress a yawn, covering her mouth with a wee hand. She glances around the gathering, eyeing each of those present curiously and at length. Quietly standing, she slinks into the crowd, appearing a little while later at Seldan's side, where she offers up her hand. No words are spoken, but her expression fills with concern, as she sees the dark rings around his eyes and the rumpled nature of his hair.

A nearby person suddenly feels a feathered hand on their shoulders. Crik does not pause to ask for permissions - just holds up his beak open in eagerness.

It takes him a moment, before he apologizes with a quiet bow of his head. It does not stop him from making excessive amount of notes onto his journal, though.

Aya's hand meets Aryia's partway. Nearly of its own accord, given that its owner's attention is now focused firmly on the High Priestess as the Elunite's uncharacteristic worry is made clear. Which makes this all the more concerning. Her other hand wafts out to her other side to the air and whomever might be in the vicinity. Her eyes break away from Aki just long enough to look to her sister, conveying one or more silent queries, or attempting to. It's only then she notices the rumpled Silverguard. As if there was not enough cause for concern already.

Schara tilts their head once towards Seldan and Aya, the artificer nodding once. "I understand your exhaustion, but this seemed important." They state, awkwardly walking a bit more into the crowd. One hand raise up, or rather, the hinged hooks at the end of it, and Schara's head tilts again. "Is physical contact necessary for this spell? I could removed parts of my greaves if necessary so someone might hold my foot, or does it require a hand? I don't know if I have one which would work." They consider, with a hint of surprisingly uncharacteristic awkwardness.

The fact that they have been brought here due to a vision has Rune looking curious from beneath the hood of her cloak. Her brows furrow, wondering just what sort of vision might cause such concern. "Visions..."

Rune had been part of visions before, and they tended to foretell trouble far more than they brought joy or peace. She looks over to Harkashan as she feels the effect of a spell placed over her. "Let's hope this doesn't go as bad as last time." She whispers, taking the Makari's hand.

As Seldan joins the group, the High Priestess turns her gaze toward him. "Silverguard." She seems relieved and then suddenly she frowns. "You have had the vision also? I did not intend for you to be pulled from your rightful rest, but if you have had the vision as well, perhaps it is for the best. If you wish, join us and see if there is any difference between the vision I was given, and your own." Her eyes flicker to Schara. "Any sort of connection to another will work. Even through armor we can touch another."

She turns towards the group and approaches Aya, laying a hand on the mul'niessa's head gently. Then she lifts a scroll from her belt upwards and the thing burns to ash in her fingers. From there the vision spreads quickly through those gathered.

The moon rises in the sky, a crescent, round and seamless. A flash, a man standing at the shore in the sea. The moon descends, slowly, creeping toward the midnight water. A flash, a woman’s voice sweetly calling. The moon slips silently into the ocean and the water turns red. A flash, crimson spills across the tide.

The vison ends.

For a moment, Seldan's smile down at Acedia when she takes his hand is warm and affectionate and real, but he bows politely in the High Seeress' direction, and leads the Gobber over towards the group. Swiftly does he reach for a hand or shoulder, that he might join the group. "As you will it, High Seeress," is all he says in response, sensing that the spell is at hand.

tWhen the vision is over, he is left with head bowed and eyes closed, unmoving for the moment. "It is the same, High Seeress. Much have I learned in the past days, and more yet is there to learn still." The light, Myrrish-tinted words rasp with weariness, but are resolute, even if his eyes do remain closed.

Aryia gives Aya a return look, fatigue in her glowing gaze that flicks to Seldan, Schara, then back to the Priestess before giving her sister a dip of a head. Whatever it was, it was rough.

Ears flick as quiet conversations go on, but as the Priestess answers Schara's question, her outstretched hand turns downward and reaches behind to grab Schara's armored leg. Her sister is approached, and she closes her eyes.

And the vision streaks across her mind's eye before passing on to the next person. She frowns heavily, slowly releasing Schara and scribbling down what she saw. Thinking and mulling it.

"Red." Harkashan rumbles. Blood. There are many interpretations of a vision. A man at the shore. A woman's voice calls. Then, blood.

When Seldan mentions he's learned things, his gaze slips to him. As a Deathsinger, visions and Fate are not his forte.

Crik already had few sketches outlined with several notes in his journal - which he now was agitatedly flicking back and forth. Making sure he got all the details down.

"Where does the vision come from?" His deep, bass like voice then asks - before his throat makes a croaking sound. He was trying withhold the distinct crow like sound. Still, a quiet click leaves him.

The worry in Ace's expression melts away when Seldan smiles, as he looks more like his usual self, and she follows him back to the larger group of people. Throughout the vision, as it is shared, the Goblin clings tightly to Seldan's hand. She immediately looks to the Seeress, and then Seldan, to see what remarks they have.

She looks to Crik for a moment, and then speaks softly. "Eluna. It is a portent from our Goddess."

"If you have something to share Silverguard, please by all means share it." The High Seeress offers, spreading her hands. "I have given the vision and new seek better understanding than my own. I am experienced with reading visions, but I can only hope that I have read this one amiss."

To Crik and also in a way to Acedia she smiles. "Where do visions come from? They are a gift of the gods. That is all we know in truth." Though given that this is the High Priesstess of Eluna - a goddess of dreams...

Despite suggesting it, The artificer is still caught off guard by someone grabbing their leg. They too are pulled into the vision, and Schara is left standing still on the spot for some time. "What is that even supposed to mean?" They sigh. where is all the red coming from? It is not particularly clear to me."

The vision seizes hold of Rune's mind, causing her to still slightly, her fingers gripping with more fervor around Harkashan's hand. The man standing at the shore, the woman's voice, the blood red tide. It sends a cold shiver down her spine.

Her other hand holding tight around her necklace, Rune opens her eyes to look around at the others, gauging their reactions. Eventually, she leans a little against Harkashan's side, shaking her head, "Dark omens, indeed. Ones that the Sky-singer seems intimately involved in..."

Her eyes turn to Seldan, shifting between he and the Seer, her eyes curious as to what insights there might be.

Aya's disquiet abruptly alters to surprise when she looks back from Seldan to the Seeress and she is immediately before her. The mul blinks, though has time to do little more before there is contact, immolating scroll, and then the sudden vision.

More blinks follow as she attempts to make her own sense - or at least opinion- of what she witnessed. None of her first thoughts are pleasant ones, though she holds her tongue for the moment. Not that there sounds to be any shortage of voiced dire revelations.

Schara's question gets pressed lips from the Seeress. It seems that this is a question that she is reluctant to answer immediately. Then she offers, "I was hoping for more insight beyond my own experience in interpreting visions."

"I am not myself experienced in the interpreting of visions." Seldan's smile is a sham, a ghost of a thing, that fades quickly, and his eyes remain downcast and closed. "Still shall I share what I know, in the hopes that it may aid those wiser than I." He does not release Acedia's hand.

"For some seasons now have I been investigating - disturbances - within the Sea of Mana. For I have sailed it, and found a creature of the Void within. Places where magic has been diverted, or no longer functions properly, here in Alexandros. Where the ley lines have been diverted - changed." Finally, at last, he looks up and around at the others. "You were doubtless aware of the presence of the priestess of Mulria the Tempter, Lady Belvade, within the city, and of her disappearance. Maps of these disturbances has she left behind, but I and others present have been tracing her whereabouts in hopes of learning her fate, for it seems that Mulria herself in under attack. Whence this comes, I know not. This much of that do I know - that her priests sought refuge, a gate to Her plane, fleeing to her safety," the word is flat, with layers of meaning behind it, "and were overtaken ere they could flee. What was done to them - does not bear speaking of, but one lies within this temple who may know more of they who desired this."

The Goblin continues to cling to Seldan's hand, and she peers up at him as he reveals some of the goings on regarding the magical troubles in Alexandria, and the Sea of Mana. "I have no experience either in reading dreams and visions. But to me, this feels like a moonset. Perhaps eluding to a waning of Eluna's power. That sea in the vision could be the Sea of Mana. And the blood coloring it takes on is no doubt a sign of war, or some catastrophe, or upheaval. A guess, merely a guess."

Aryia flicks her gaze over to the Seeress after Schara before hearing general worry and confusion murmur the crowd. Her gaze settles on Seldan as he has more insight as to this worry. As he speaks, her hand squeezes Aya's. She nods along with Seldan, as if confirming it all.

She gives her knuckles a crack before her hands flit in sharp gestures. Even if one didn't understand the language, the intent seems to cross that barrier as she adds on to Seldan's insight. A pause to take in Acedia's, a nod, then, "Because of this and recent event, with this vision. My interpretation is Eluna and Mulria's influence is waning. Changing. Something else may be taking its place, or the two are changing. The Sea of Mana is a good point- that is probably what the waters are. It would not surprise me if magic goes awry during this. I sure as fu-" Pause. "-I surely hope it is not some kind of metamorphosis." <Handspeech/Tongues>

"There are too many unknowns for me to make any interpretation of the vision that I am entirely happy with." The artificer sighs, and seeing others sitting, they decide to do so as well with a large amount of clanking. "I do not know who the man represents, or the female voice calling, and it is all quite abstract. A highly unlikely view is that it was the moon itself, or Eluna in this case, doing the killing, likely unwittingly if this was a vision sent by the goddess since I do not think they would share this if it was intentional, or it could be a sign of Eluna, or their followers, or something related to them being killed, which would be in line with what is happening to followers of Taara, which would also be possible if attempts to weaken both of them are linked in some way, but that is just conjecture."

The Seeress looks more and more troubled as the conversation continues. "It could very well be the sea of mana. Or an interpretation to mean that Eluna's powers are waxing. It could." Yet when Schara speaks she winces, looking pained. "In truth, with the waters running red, and the symbology of death it seems likely that this vision is about the death of something - someone."

She looks deeply troubled, and... perhaps as though there is something that she is holding back. Eventually however she turns her sightless gaze on Seldan. "To whom do you speak of that might hold information that you seek? Is it one that I can grant you access to?"

"All comes to pass, and everything has an end." Crik ruminates by himself, writing down more of the discussion. Except Aryia. He just puts down various shapes of fingers and fists - to be interpreted later.

This is not the first time that Rune has heard Seldan speak about ley lines and the strange behavior surrounding them. Her brows furrow in concern, but her eyes are drawn to the hand movements and gestures from Aryia, taking time to interpret their meaning. "I... don't know much about ley lines or the Sea of Mana, but I think there are reasons to believe that even the gods themselves can change."

Then, with a nod, she seems to agree with Schara. Despite having visions and the threads of fate as a key part of her life, Rune has never been skilled with interpreting such things. "The red sea seems the most obvious symbol. But... I thought visions were rarely what they seem on the surface."

Aya fails to repress a shudder with Seldan's mention of events, some of which she had the distinct displeasure of experiencing firsthand. Aryia's squeeze is reassuring and bolstering enough that Aya's frame stills, straightens, and she finally finds words. "Both goddesses lay claim to The Sea; contest and battle over it. There is no doubt that Mulria's power wanes..."

There is a pause as she considers the words that follow. "I am not one to speak of magic, nor of goddesses, but if ever One were to rout the Other, now could be such a time. There would yet be battle, and loss."

GAME: Harkashan rolls Knowledge/Religion+2: (6)+13+2: 21

The Goblin continues to cling to Seldan's hand, her gaze downwards at the floor. Her ears, however, remain perked, subtly moving to take in the conversation as others in the group discuss possible meanings.

Harkashan rumbles, a small tilt of his head. There's a crease of his brow, but no answers or words from him. He's just sunk in thought for a while. A word at the edge of things. A consequence....

"Animus..." He rumbles for just a moment as he remains in thoughts. But lacking the knowledge and how things tie together, he lets that word drift in the air for just a moment, and then shakes his head.

"I fear I do not know nor wish to guess at what this vision means. But would it perhaps not be wise to ask Eluna herself more directly for guidance on this?"

Aryia just stares at Schara. Huffs through her nose, and shakes her head. At least all interpretations hold some water here. No mater how heretical. She blinks at herself at her empathizing, rubbing her face and shelving that emotion for late. She motions to Rune, adding to the half-sil's point and pointing at Harkashan. "Animus died. Who can say that the two competing goddesses can't either? As my sister says, if this is true, it is an opportunity to be routed. Either by one another, or whoever that man is. Who is that anyways? Fucking Animus?" There it is, one profanity slipped in the holy place.

She does look to the Seeress, squinting at her troubled nature. "The one in question is in holding here in the temple We have access to them. <Handspeech/Tongues>

"They are here in the Temple, High Seeress." Seldan echoes Aryia. "Theirs was the hand that wielded the knife. The knife now lies within the vaults, and we have learned the means by which it may be utterly destroyed. Destroyed it should be, ere it takes another, for its purpose, its joy, is in inflicting pain, and it will attempt to seize the mind of any who touch it unwarded. Well and truly have those who guard it been warned. I have broken its hold over its wielder, but the breaking was - difficult, and he rests now. He lost consciousness, ere we could complete his questioning."

The Seeress's eyes are hooded with dark thoughts and she takes a breath. "I had the same thought as you." She motions to Harkashan. "When trials of the gods come it makes sense to question them directly. To this end I prayed for Communion, but I can not ask the goddess my questions directly. They must come from elsewhere."

Still, she looks uncertain and she explains why. "Still, one must remember that the gods do not answer such things directly; but instead do their servants. And they may not have the answers that we seek. You must decide if it is worth the effort."

Biting at her lower lip, Rune seems to struggle to take in the lore of the various gods and how they interact with one another. Though much of her childhood was spent in books, they were certainly not religious texts, and much beyond the basics taught to children, remains elusive to her. "Animus?"

Then, her eyes turn to Seldan again, looking completely baffled by his talk of knives and vaults and seizing of minds. She's not quite able to connect these topics together.

The idea of reaching out to the goddess directly has Rune taking a step back, breaking her hold on Harkashan's hand in the process. The last time she had shared a vision with the goddess, it had nearly ended badly, for her and others.

"If... there's to be direct contact with the goddess, it might be best for me to sit out. Last time, it did not end well, when something dark tried to intervene."

"If this is all related to magic not working properly, it would make sense, I guess." Schara sighs. "I don't really know what the two goddesses do, but at the very least Eluna seems better than the alternative, but I do not wish to see more people ripped apart on either side."

"Yes, the person who they are talking about is currently in the temple, recovering. I do not know if it related or not but if they do know more then they could be spoken too when they are in better health."

The artificer looks to Rune for a moment, and nods. "I understand, I would like to see what is going on, but I should refrain from asking anything, as if I directly question a god or goddess in their own temple, I do not know what presence they still have on the material plane but I do not wish to test it and get someone else smitten by them for my own concerns."

Acedia straightens at the Seeress' words, tugging lightly at Seldan's hand. "I would offer myself to the commune, even if it is strenuous and daunting.” Her gaze falls on Rune for a few brief moments. "Animus is a god who was slain, and his death caused a lot of chaos. Navos lost his compassion, and Eluna and Taara fight over Animus' power. That it s very simplified version of events. It would take ages to fill you in on all the details."

Seldan remains silent for some moments, considering all the conversation swirling around him. Suddenly, he looks up at the Seeress. "High Seeress - " he begins deferentially, "think you that all of this could have any relation to the absence of Animus? Could reuniting the Shards - stabilize that which we see? As to a communing, I would think on that which I wish to ask, and return with a plan in hand, for communings are swift and follow rules. There is little time, and does one pause for too long, the servant will depart."

Aryia glances to Rune as she backs off, a white brow quirking. But she nods to Seldan. "It was rough," she adds to all of that, sparing any actual details. "But we'll that sorted."

She just looks at Schara. "Guess I'm getting my ass smote," she shrugs as she turns to the Seeress. The mute is vaguely familiar with Eluna, the little magic she has is from the moon, after all. "I can be a part of the commune. Talked to one god before. Might show some more insight."

She blinks at Seldan's interjection. "... that's a good point. Perhaps communion for later when we got a plan. Uh, shit, we need to talk to the Resurrectionists, don't we?" <Handspeech/Tongues>

Aya's lips purse below another blink of eyes. The Resurrectionists. Zealous fervor that she had taken with all the veracity of... well, most religious fervor. Yet now there could be something to be said for their theories? First, though, there is the matter of communion.

"Seldan speaks wisely. It would be foolish to seek answers unprepared with the questions. I can be present if desired, but I do not know that I would be welcomed; Her mortal servants have proven most accommodating, but I would not presume that others might be."

The High Priestess nods. "Very well. I will keep that prayer in my memory, and when you are ready; let me know. I will be here." She smiles softly. "I am always here."

With that said, the Seeress slips into the background, allowing those gathered to further discuss.

The High Priestess nods to Seldan's question, but looks disquieted. "He is often referred to as the Man in the Sea. Or the Man by the Sea." Her eyes are troubled and she sighs. "I will keep that prayer in my memory and when you are ready; let me know. I will be here." She smiles softly. "I am always here."

With that said, the Seeress slips into the background, allowing those gathered to further discuss.

GAME: Seldan rolls sense motive: (17)+24: 41
GAME: Aryia rolls sense motive: (2)+27: 29
GAME: Harkashan rolls Sense Motive: (17)+19: 36
GAME: Aya rolls sense motive: (12)+20: 32

"I would rather avoid that if I can help it, which is why I am apprehensive to discuss it. It would not just be your ass I imagine, but your entire being, depending on how much I offended them." The artificer notes.

"Time to prepare would be best, so I might think about how best to proceed." Scara agrees with a nod. "We should speak to these resurrectionists, as well? I feel others have much more experience with these matters than myself."

GAME: Acedia rolls sense motive: (2)+6: 8

"It were well, did Griva know of these visions, and of the happenings of late. I shall send her word, that we would speak with her on the matter." Seldan looks after Aki as she withdraws, his stare steady, even, and just a little impassive. "The Man in the Sea. Part of the vision comes clear. Who is the woman's voice?" This is mostly murmured to himself, but he turns, then, to the others. "Fear not, Mistress Schara. Once before have I sought a communing of this Temple, and while it was more than I expected, none came to harm." The very tiniest of weary smile does he wear, and he turns it on Acedia, in the way of one sharing a memory. "We should confer upon the questions we wish to ask, and be prepared to move swiftly."

Harkashan's eyes follow the Seeress as she moves off, making a rumbling intoned sound. Seeing something, but not mentioning anything. Instead, he shifts onto a different topic; "I do not have much insight into Animus. But I believe I have a way to obtain more information about this." He looks to Seldan. "Do you think you could help familiarize myself further on the topic, in as far as you are aware of the facts and rumors?" Before looking to the rest of the group; "Or anyone else for that matter, of course."

"I'm not particularly worried about earning the ire of the Sky-singer. More that... other things have used that connection in the past. Then again, that wasn't a true commune and the being in question has been dealt with..." Rune trails off. Thankfully, it seems that they won't have to decide what to do immediately.

The insight on Animus is followed by a nod to Acedia. "I'll probably ask one of the clerics for a lesson when things aren't quite so pressed for time." She won't look for a 'religion facts for dummies (tm)' course in the middle of such a meeting.

She does, however, mouth the words 'Man by the Sea', as it seems so apt to the vision, itself. Her arms fold slightly beneath her cloak, thoughtful.

The Goblin simply continues to cling to Seldan, her gaze moving back and forth in an attempt follow the conversation. As the Seeress makes to leave, Acedia waves cheerfully and smiles to the woman. As the conversation continues on, the Gobbo leans more and more against the Silverguard. At some point, there's a faint noise, and then again, slightly noisier.

The Goblin is snoring.

Aryia shrugs at Schara. "Just don't be a dick and they won't care. If I can't handle a little holy slapping, then I'm a weak," she motions. There's a nod towards Seldan as he offers his- far more polite- assurances.

She turns back, looking for the High Priestess to ask something of her, but she's walking away. "... perhaps my pressing her concern can be done in private," she scratches her head before looking to the others. "Yes. Griva. Maybe the woman's was one of the godessess of magic. Or both," she speculates. "I can fill in about the shards to those that want to know. I've dealt with a handful of them shits. But for a history lesson- find a priest." She rises with a silent grunt. <Handspeech/Tongues>

-End