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Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A Subject: Looking back at Aranwen's speech
She really is quite good with avoiding what she doesn't want to talk about, primarily by redirecting conversation... guess those points in ettiquette do have some tangible benefit 
Posted on 2019-10-27 at 00:25:40.
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Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Subject: Into the City Once More
Aranwen smiled as she watched Kithran and Ch'dau eat, only taking a small portion for herself after she saw their hands slower to pick up more. Her smile only widened on hearing the gentle rumbling of Ch'dau's satisfaction in his throat. It was a lovely sound, one she wanted to hear him express again. After what he had gone through, she hoped he found more and better respite sooner than later.
Aranwen gave a nod to Kithran at mention of the apothecary, "It isn't much, but I do have enough that I think I will be able to stock what we need from this apothecary," She offered a gentle smile.
“Hmm, specifically a mask, I have not seen. There is a storefront here with some different odds and ends. I don’t know if it is an antique shop exactly, but I can point it out to you if you’d like. Preparing for a party, are we?”
Aranwen's sigh escaped her lips before she could hold it, her eyes a bit distant, just briefly, before she refocused on the present and the two in front of her, once more giving a warm smile, "No, I can't say that I am. Perhaps a souvenir ere I return to Sylvari when we are finished here."
It was not hard to see through her words. But before she let herself be cornered by a question, she nodded once more, "But that can wait until later, we should consider what is in front of us first."
“Alright, well as I mentioned, I can take you there if you’re interested.” She looked down at bits of food leftover between the three of them, ”I believe I am ready to go, whenever you lot feel up for it,” she only winced a little this time as she hopped up to her feet, and made her way toward the door, “We can go in whichever order you like. Just,” she looks at Ch’dau and smirks, “try to be as inconspicuous as possible.”
"Indeed," Aranwen observed, "Were I a holder of a keep in this particular city, I'd make certain to have eyes in the city itself that I might know of events beyond my gates. And if her eyes are looking for you two, well, we best be cautious. Kithran, you can wear my cloak. The black should serve to obscure your appearance to an extent. Let's be on the streets as little as we can."
Just like the forests, never be in the open too often or too long if you are trying to be unseen. It made sense to apply that general tactic here in the city.
"If we are followed, what would you suggest we do, Kithran? I expect you have more practical experience with that than myself," Aranwen asked.
((Kithran's suggestions ))
"Ideally we won't be put in a situation where we will need to employ countermeasures, but it be best to have something planned in advance, just in case," Aranwen mused
"Now then, let's get you two a real meal," Her warm smile broke into a gentle laugh, as she retrieved her sword and sheath from its position as improvised door bar and fastened it back to her hip.
Posted on 2019-10-26 at 14:15:52.
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject: Better not to ask
If we don't know the clock, then we can't be complacent about time we do or do not have
Aranwen will put forth the suggestion that she, Ch'dau, and Garn push out so that the three of them are in the room beyond the hall proper, just past the door
Provided the zombies fall easily enough, that lets them potentially clear 3 at a time as opposed to 1. Gib and/or Cedric in the hallway can then support all three.
Certainly a lot riskier, with up to three zombies potentially threatening a single melee fighter, but to clear this group faster may be worth the risk,
Posted on 2019-10-26 at 12:56:24.
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Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface... Subject: Time
From her placement at the back of the group, Aranwen watched, her fingers clenched white around the hilt of her blade. She watched the zombies enter the hall, only to be cut down by Ch'dau and Gib's efforts, before more took their place. While it suited them to continue this at minimum risk to themselves, Aranwen could only see it as a delaying tactic.
"There's naught to be gained by staying on the back foot," Aranwen called forward, "We need to make an opening, that we can together take more of them out by our combined efforts!"
Posted on 2019-10-26 at 12:42:40.
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject: Hmm
That's certainly an interesting read
I can feel a lot of emotions from Aranwen... And I'm dearly looking forward to proving Davena wrong - there's nothing for it but to continue pressing through
Posted on 2019-10-26 at 12:32:13.
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Topic: Reralae's Fragments of A'niorna Subject: The Lost's Journal 2-3
Page 2
The start of this page is cluttered with crossed out words.
Where do I even begin to explain? After that day, I felt hunger more keenly and more often. Strange things would happen around me, often in my room. Things being moved wihout my knowing. Sometimes I'd return to find it tidied in my absence. Sometimes I'd find it cluttered, clothing pulled from my wardrobe, my books and papers thrown all over the floor in disarray, or opened to some page upside down by the mirror on my desk. At night, I'd find myself recounting events of the day aloud in that light daze just before sleep. If I could even remember the moments before I slept, that is.
At one point, at the edge of their patience, my parents brought in a cleric, believing the cause to be some restless spirit. In the end, I suppose you could call it such, but not in the manner of spirit that clergy deal with; the cleric could offer no explanation. All he said at the time was that there was no restless dead. But he did remark a feeling of being watched.
That was common for everyone who entered my room. Most avoided it, myself included, until I noticed that the longer I was away, the more often the room would be a mess when I did return. I started bringing books back with me from the library, spending more time in my room reading. My education certainly did not suffer for these bizarre circumstances in which I had found myself. I began to study the arcane, an effort that saw me through decades of learning. Yet, for all my efforts, I was frustrated.
No matter how well I studied, I could not manifest a single spell.
Page 3
The writing on this page begins in the same elegant script, but the words become more jagged where the quill had scratched into the parchment further down the page. At the end of the page, the ink looks somewhat waterlogged.
Frustrated in my studies and finding no answers, and baffling more than one teacher, I gave up and returned to the forest. I left for a time to train with a bow and learn of the wild, how to hunt, how to survive. It was relieving to find something I was good at. I was particularly adept at finding mushrooms.
Six years ago, when I finally returned home, I expected my room to be a mess, as I had come to expect. I did not expect to find my room locked; I had never needed to lock it before. When I went to my parents, they were surprised to see me. They were quite certain I was occupied, and even more confused by that I had just returned. They said that I had told them I was continuing my arcane studies instead of departing. In the midst of the confusion, the spare key was located. I returned to my room, and opened the door.
I saw myself with a man I did not know.
I bade him leave, and he did so hastily, before I closed the door and approached my double.
She held up her hands and gave a shrug, saying that if I had wanted to I could simply have joined them. I could scarce believe my eyes or ears. The voice was mine, her movements were mine, but I knew she was not me. I demanded her name, and she replied with my own.
I told her that was not her name. She gave another shrug and a carefree smile, before replying that it suited the form far better than Windbell did, and that she wasn't Windbell any more regardless. Then she advanced, until we were face to face. In that moment I realized her face mirrored mine exactly.
I went for the desk, even as she grabbed me to keep me from it. I saw neither of us were reflected in the mirror. Eventually, I managed to throw her off, and grab the mirror. All at once her demeanour went from worried but playful to terrified and furious. She demanded I put it back, and for a moment, I felt as though I would.
I threw the mirror against the floor, and smashed it with my bow.
She screamed. A terrible scream that I will never forget. She nearly collapsed, once again grabbing on to me, this time to support herself.
She begged me to take her back.
I don't know how long I was in shock; I felt as if life was leaving my body even if I knew it was her, not me. By the time I came to my senses, she had just faded, vanished, with no trace.
I still can't believe I killed her.
Posted on 2019-10-26 at 12:12:51.
Edited on 2019-10-26 at 15:12:45 by Reralae
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Topic: Reralae's Fragments of A'niorna Subject: I'm glad everyone is enjoying
I've always been fascinated with sprites, fairies, and fairy tales. Not the bedtime stories, but the older stories, those tales of old beings as whimsical as they can be dangerous, benevolent or malevolent as their mood dictates. This fascination is one of the reasons why I tend to always pick a sprite as my picture 
I'm drawing on those old proverbs such as "don't step into the rings" and "don't partake of their food" while making it tangibly make sense in Audalis. Writing from the perspective of Audalian helps make sure I develop the atmosphere and feelings I want to achieve, even as I figure out details of the other world which will eventually need a name.
Names are tricky. And if I go so far as to elaborate on their language... That'll be even more tricky
Posted on 2019-10-25 at 11:46:04.
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Topic: Reralae's Fragments of A'niorna Subject: The Lost's Journal
The book sits in the collection of volumes kept in Megilindar Nost, to better keep it from the overly curious. By all accounts it was originally a normal, leather bound journal with parchment paper. This book, however, is far from that. Pages of an unknown cloth held between an unusual wooden shell that can be opened freely, despite the wood retaining the common hardness of wood in all other respects. A note kept with the journal describes its state when found - wreathed in flowers of unknown origin, found beside a fairy's ring, as though cast aside from within it. The flowers wilted and disappeared within a week of the journal's recovery.
The author of the journal is penned in ink on the title page. Mirithiel Aeradhen... A name nearly forgotten, and believed to have been lost. A member of the ill-fated Cal'ele'miur exploration many centuries past.
Though the pages are different from the original journal, many of the pages are inked as though the page were parchment. Some manner of transmutation perhaps.
Page 1
The writing is in elegant Sylvari script, unrushed.
In the silence of night, and sometimes the day, I can hear my name being called. Faint, on the edges of the wind, but I know it's there. They've been calling me for 6 years now.
It is believed that fairy circles are those circles of mushrooms we see on occasion. Occasionally there's tale of dancing lights seen over such a circle. I would have refuted such claims - mushrooms, edible or otherwise, are as mundane as the soil or plants they grow on. There's nothing they can do to create light in the air above them. Then I saw it for myself, one winter morning...
I was young then. Entranced by the lights, I approached the ring. Thank Adaron I didn't step beyond. The lights left the circle, and circled around me in a frenzy. Curious, perhaps, of the Syl who had wandered near. I could hear a language, but I couldn't understand it. Yet, somehow I knew they asked my name.
Maybe if I never answered, maybe I wouldn't be called now.
At the time they seemed harmless enough, like fireflies. I couldn't make out what they were through the light they shed. All I knew was their curiosity seemed sated, and they returned to the circle. I returned home with only a tall tale, a fairy tale.
I never realized one had followed me home.
Posted on 2019-10-25 at 10:49:26.
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Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A Subject: No worries
I've been side tracked thinking of faerie tales
Posted on 2019-10-25 at 08:27:12.
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Topic: Reralae's Fragments of A'niorna Subject: Cal'ele'miur
"Cal'ele'miur?!" The khord looked back at the human as if they had grown antlers, "Nope. I ain't taking you on some daft fool's errand no matter who you speak for."
The man sighed, "So little is known of that land, and in the chance that there are settlements there, what might we be able to trade from the people there? Or so my house-"
"If it's so important to your bloody house, you can build the ship and make up the crew yerselves," the khord replied gruffly, "Every sailor knows to steer clear those islands."
"Why is that, pray tell?"
"Buy me a round, and perhaps I'll tell you."
With another sigh, the man went to the bar, eventually returning with a stiff drink for the khord.
After a large gulp, the khord turned to look the man dead in the eyes, "There's the normal dangers, of course. Rocks 'neath the waves, it's uncharted waters, might even be a reef in some places. Don't matter though. Were it just normal dangers that would be fine. Hells, even the mist that clings to those islands wouldn't be that bad, hey? Constant weather is reliable weather, regardless what form it takes."
The khord leaned in, "No, the real dangers out there are the creatures. Can't see them coming in the mist, and yet I heard the mist parts for them. Like curtains being moved aside for some grand entrance. Or some of them anyway. Who can tell what rumours go to what stories, where Cal'ele'miur is involved."
The man blinked and withdrew a journal and quill, set to making notes. He'd need some manner of reason to provide his household as to why this venture was a bad idea. No sooner had he pulled them out when the khord slammed the mug on the table, "Another."
Rolling his eyes, the man did as he was bidden, bringing the khord a refill, "So tell me of these beast-"
"Whoa there, don't call them that," The khord interrupted him, "Bad luck on the water. Bad mouth them, and they know. The mist will find you on the water."
"Superstition, surely?" The man asked.
"Mayhaps, but I ain't gonna test it," The khord laughed, "Coupl' sailors may claim they are beings of pure beauty, and that the ships that don't come back are because they've gone to heaven on the waters. Fact is fact though. The ships don't come back. Maybe there's someone in a rowboat that manages to crash onto Sylvari land now and then, but the rest of the crew? Not a sign. That's only one of them mist-folk though - another sailor may claim that they're in the water itself, if not part of the water. Don't ask how that's possible. Ship rocking, moving in ways that it shouldn't, all manner of things that are bad on open water. Ain't hard to see what may sink a ship in those mists if it's those. There's more wild rumours out there, 'pending on who you listen to."
"So the mist never clears? The land's never visible?" The man asked.
The khord nodded, "More or less. 'Casionally you can see some of the higher ground sticking out of the mists, but that in itself is a source of rumours."
"Why is that?"
"Cause hardly ever the same thing seen twice," The khord replied, "Was rumour one time of a large tower that stuck out of the mists, gleaming white and nearly bright as a lighthouse in day or night. Another was a castle on the open water. On the water! A castle! But it's Cal'ele'miur, so anything goes. Windswept cliff faces of ice, tall gigantic tree, flowery field on a hill... No rhyme or reason to it, it's just what it is. And that, is why we stay away from those islands."
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 17:36:35.
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Topic: Reralae's Fragments of A'niorna Subject: Fairy Ring
Sitting in her chair, idly watching the loaves of bread on the counter as they cooled, an older, Syl woman turned to the child beside her with a sigh, "What did I tell you about playing in the forest?"
"Be home before sunset, don't go too far, and don't step into a ring of mushrooms," The child replied, face downcast in a pouting sulk.
The woman nodded, "But you did, didn't you?"
The child fidgeted, but under the woman's stare eventually nodded.
"Thought as much," She looked to the front door, where shoes the child had worn still lay. She knew the soil of the forest, the grass, the trees. The soil that clung to the child's shoes were of somewhere very different.
"But it wasn't bad!" The child protested, "It was pretty! And-"
"You were lucky."
The child blinked, "lucky?"
The woman nodded, pulling the child into her arms, "It's an old tale, older than even me. To step into the ring is to throw wide the gates. Who knows where you might end up. Some records held a beautiful land, greener than even our forests. Others wrote of an icy nightmare, where a slip might send you plummeting to certain doom. And there are even others. But, who knows if you will make it back. Many don't, especially children. They go missing, never to be found again, if the parents are lucky."
The child gulped, "It didn't seem that bad. I walked in, took a look, I walked out."
"Write down what you saw," The woman replied, "I'll see it added to the archives some day."
"What if I don't know the words?"
"You will, in time. So long as you stay in this world to write about it. Those that chase the other side eventually never come back."
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 16:33:43.
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Topic: Reralae's Fragments of A'niorna Subject: Reralae's Fragments of Cal'ele'miur
This thread will be a 'fragment' thread where I imagine scenes potentially related to Cal'ele'miur and the Fae world on the other side of Audalis. Given that it's mostly brainstorming and getting a sense of feeling for what might work and what might not, it's best to consider all fragments here as on the drawing board - things in them may be included in the final draft, or they may not. Nothing here is 'canon' to Audalis. At least unless it's actually published in the Audalis section 
Just felt like making a place here for me to delve into the Fae connected to Audalis.
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 15:08:17.
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Topic: Audalis is 30 years old!!! Subject: Well
You're effectively giving me a blank canvas, Olan
I'm sure I can come up with something 
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 11:33:18.
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject:
Aranwen dearly wanted to retort to Garn "Are those the words of an adult?"
But I knew Eol was posting too and, as I anticipated, Ch'dau got the retort part covered 
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 11:20:04.
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject: ^
That's exactly it
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 11:02:41.
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Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface... Subject: Experimentation
"How could you let her be taken?" he railed. "We saved you, we trusted you... then they pull her from under your very noses! We must find her!"
Aranwen regarded Garn with cold eyes, "Our formation was sound; we all stood ready to defend. We cannot ask more of our past selves. Seek no blame. It clouds the mind more than fury," her eyes hardened, "We will find her."
Inwardly she sighed. She could not fault his reaction being as it was. Aranwen knew that feeling. But right now he was as a lost child, and all of them had to hold their wits about them.
At the end of the corridor, they reached another door. Another barrier that blocked their path. Would that Aranwen could cleave through them with her blade... But alas, even if she could, it was not advisable. She had felt one trap already, and others were likely to be as potent.
With Gib's observations, Aranwen nodded, "So then the ideal would be to open it without opening it, in a manner of speaking. Perhaps if I was able to open it from slightly further from the door, using my blade's sheath, perhaps," she mused, "Have we other options?"
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 10:55:08.
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject: :)
I am learning things! (nope never had a fireplace)
Interesting silver screen (for us)... I have some suspicions
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 10:32:52.
Edited on 2019-10-24 at 10:40:59 by Reralae
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject: Well...
I did have one idea you haven't listed yet. Not sure how viable it is so this is just tossing it out there - burning the door down
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 10:11:20.
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Topic: Audalis is 30 years old!!! Subject: Sure
Toss the draft my way and let's see what I might be able to do to expand it
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 09:46:25.
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Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A Subject: Indeed
Ah, so I only dreamed I had posted the party order update 
I believe the order that will best suit us at the moment is:
Ch'dau, Gib, Garn (pending his decision to continue), Midge, Cedric, Aranwen
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 09:44:48.
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Topic: Audalis is 30 years old!!! Subject: Age is a number
You can't feel a number; therefore you can feel as young/old as you want to in any given moment. At least, I presume that's how it works for fey 
Hmm, fey in Audalis
*mind wanders*
Kind of wish I had helped out more with the setting, but my world building was definitely not as good back then as I'd have liked.
Posted on 2019-10-24 at 09:21:34.
Edited on 2019-10-24 at 09:23:18 by Reralae
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Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A Subject: Memory lane
Our thread is the perfect place to explore memories of our characters. I've covered a few of the more important ones from Aranwen's past, but there's certainly more I could build on 
Also, Ch'dau purring is adorable and we must make this happen again.
I just went through a wave of nostalgia myself, remembering characters and ideas for characters I had when I was at my most active. Ocyari is just one of them. So, Ocyari's background in that particular game - her mother was Sylvari (sounds like a someone...) and she died after leaving Ocyari at the orphanage. That leaves her father as an unknown. Almerin had us actually encounter Ocyari's father's people... vampires. So as it turned out, Ocyari was something of a vampire 'princess' in a manner of speaking, a half-vampire half-Syl. In context, her mother's abandonment of Ocyari was to try to get her away from that world.
As I said, really messed up heritage 
Posted on 2019-10-23 at 20:59:25.
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Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A Subject: To be specific
I created Ocyari, but her heritage was left blank because she was an orphan. This being a game centered around helping an orphanage, I thought it fitting to introduce a child character rather than add yet another 'cousin' to the party whose arrival would have stretched contrivance. Almerin (the GM) agreed. But he took advantage of Ocyari's blank heritage and gave her a family relation I'd have never anticipated 
Posted on 2019-10-23 at 18:21:29.
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Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A Subject: Little rascals
The more I read of Little Kithran, the more I want her to meet Ocyari. She was beyond a handful, with fingers sticky enough to match Kithran's own.
I'm absolutely certain she'd have been a complete rascal as a member of Kithran's little group.
And perhaps relatable for Kithran too. Ocyari's heritage was, well, questionable to the extreme... (also not my doing; got to thank Almerin for that particular twist)
Posted on 2019-10-23 at 17:51:17.
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Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A Subject: It goes without saying
Aranwen certainly does not expect the same ruse to work twice
Maybe we should have left her a cup of Ch'dau's blood as a parting gift - she's becoming far too lucid! 
Posted on 2019-10-23 at 13:27:41.
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