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Post by Casserah on Oct 21, 2014 6:22:43 GMT
Liurilias and some other boat captains are planning a trip to the islands to venerate Eluned and Lemicus. It will leave from Crossing, I believe. [Thursday at 10 p.m. Eastern]
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Post by whiteburn on Oct 21, 2014 6:57:36 GMT
Ah, damn... If only it was Friday! *shakes fist*
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Post by Casserah on Oct 21, 2014 7:05:34 GMT
It's possible there will be other player-driven events. I'll post more about this whenever I know more, too.
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Post by whiteburn on Oct 21, 2014 7:07:30 GMT
Awesome, thanks!
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Mistanna
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Post by Mistanna on Oct 21, 2014 20:30:27 GMT
Sounds like fun! I'll try to make it.
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Post by Mistanna on Oct 23, 2014 23:46:28 GMT
The ship will be setting sail from Crossing, and it doesn't seem like the moons will be cooperating. Hope to see you all there!
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Post by Casserah on Oct 24, 2014 0:35:27 GMT
Apparently we're meeting at the temple before going. Not sure precisely where, but hopefully it'll be obvious.
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Post by Casserah on Oct 24, 2014 5:18:58 GMT
Some highlights from the trip:
At the shrine of Lemicus:
The feeling of warm downy feathers encompasses you, like a coat. You feel safe, warm and loved. For a brief moment you see yourself on wing, flying above the waters, before you release you never left this spot. A faint image of a smiling woman wavers before you, but behind her is an even more tangible vision of a man who appears to be glowering slightly.
Eluned:
You suddenly are a dolphin, joyously leaping among the waves with others in your pod. You are carefree, without worry. A kindly looking female face looks down at you, and strokes your bottlenose. But, behind her is the glowering man again -- although he seems somehow softer looking behind this woman. The sensation fades and you realize you never left this room.
Drogor:
You find yourself as a mighty great white shark. You are lord of your domain, king of the ocean and terror of all you survey. You watch with glee and mirth as smaller marine life flees from you, and unwitting creatures get caught in your massive jaws. Your sleek body moves with grace and precision that you are not used to, but it fills you with pride. Your vision goes dark and you find yourself looking into the face of a young man. He is neither smiling or frowning, but looks st
The man looks stern -- yet pleased. You sense he is not one of those to be trifled with, and will never be completely satisfied with anything. He shrugs slightly, and you are unsure what this means, as you contemplate, you find yourself back in this spot.
Also, don't piss off a god at his own altar:
Gwenddolyn says, "My advice to him is get over it already."
Gwenddolyn chuckles.
A crack of wet thunder sounds, accompanied by the stagnant and pungent smell of brine. Within the blink of an eye, a blast of marine-blue forked lightning appears from above.
The smell of brine grows stronger, but is accompanied now by the stench of burnt flesh, as the marine-hued lightning seeks its target, %2. As quickly as it appeared, the entity dissipates now that its divine work is complete.
* Gwenddolyn is slain before your eyes!
A soft red glow appears over Gwenddolyn's body.
A light silvery glow surrounds Gwenddolyn's shark tooth in her hand.
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