Achaea - Friday, February 12, 2010, 12:06 PM

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Stony desert.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A 
prickly pear cactus is growing here. A cactus weed plant is growing merrily. A 
vicious death adder is here, hood flared in warning. Master of Torment, Fyr 
Lightfoot is here, hidden. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his right hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, west, and in (closed 
door).

Rakon kneels gravely, by an outcropping of stone.

You say, "Pardon me a moment, Dynamis."

Fyr casts an odd glance at the stone.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Go ahead."

You say, "IT's been a while, but .. this."

Rakon gestures towards a large stone admist the outcropping.

You say, "Marker, is all a rememberance I have of my son."

Fyr tilts his head curiously.

Rakon glances upon the crude runes written on the stone face.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "I am sorry to hear it, Aspirant. What 
happened, if you do not mind my asking?"

You say, "A long while ago, his mother and I where hunting those wretched 
mhuns."

You say, "And well..a few too many knights came to their aid."

You say, "I was slain, while teaching my son who was with us, how to defend 
himself properly."

You say, "And ... long story short, as his mother and I were seeking a ressurection..."

You say, "The boy got seperated from us, lost."

You point off into the wild blue yonder.

You say, "In this desert I believe..."

You say to Fyr, "We searched for him! We did! But noone, in any city saw him."

Fyr opens his mouth to speak, but says nothing.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "I see."

You say, "He was a young mhun too.."

You ponder the situation.

Fyr looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "And, ah, how long ago would you reckon 
this was?"

You say to Fyr, ".. it was a tumoltoues time. I believe... about 3 decades 
ago."

Fyr creases his brow in a frown.

You say, "Would've had a scar on his back from a few too many.... Sessions of 
teaching the boy about Suffering, and the truths."

Rakon stands up, and slowly turns away from the marker.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "'aye then... thank you, for indulging me this visit, Dynamis."

Fyr turns away from you, pulling his shirt up to his shoulders to reveal 
several faded scars, small 'X's' across his upper back.

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "By chance, Aspirant, did the scars 
look anything like mine?"

You exclaim, "They did!"

You say, "But ..how .. you?"

You peer at Fyr unscrupulously.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "The earliest memories I have are of 
wandering this desert when I was maybe four. Right after the turn of the 
century."

Fyr frowns at you.

Fyr's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say to Fyr, "You wandered this desert?"

You say, "For ..neigh on 15 years?"

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Indeed. Right up until my Trial of 
Rebirth."

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "So how long did you... 'search the 
cities' before you gave up hope?"

You say to Fyr, "I searched every city I could, whilst Anke searched many of 
the forest, and village."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say, "Almost 7 years straight."

You say, "Every day."

You say, "Until HER father ..."

"Never mind," you say, with a dismissive wave of your hand.

Stony desert.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A 
prickly pear cactus is growing here. A cactus weed plant is growing merrily. A 
vicious death adder is here, hood flared in warning. Master of Torment, Fyr 
Lightfoot is here, hidden. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his right hand.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, southwest, west, and in (closed 
door).

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Well. It seems we either have an 
alarming coincidence, or.."

Fyr looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You ask, "Do you believe heavily in Lord Hermes Realm?"

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "I certainly didn't before."

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "But I can see a case to be made, now."

You say to Fyr, "I can't ... believe to say this."

You say, "But, ... my son, is it... "

Fyr looks you up and down, frowning.

You say, "You?"

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "For so many years I had thought you 
dead, or wished to find you so I could kill you for leaving me here. But... 
but I learned more from Suffering out here than I ever could have from growing 
up spoiled like most children. For that, I must...."

Fyr coughs softly.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Thank you, Father."

You say, "It was not intentioal, we lost you here."

You say, "But I am glad to know...in Suffering, you have grown."

You say, "The Desert taught you what I could not."

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Regardless of intent, the ends 
justified the means. I am simply... very relieved to have stumbled upon this 
revelation."

Fyr nods his head at you.


You smile and say, "Indeed."



-------- Moving --------



Fyr follows you northwest.
At the southern gates of Hashan 
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A 
runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A tall fountain of souls stands 
here, a steady stream of energy pouring forth from its centre. A sigil in the 
shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. There are 10 fierce 
viragos here. There are 10 mounted tsalmaveths here. There are 15 hooded 
nocturnis here. A stone gargoyle flies overhead on leathery, grey wings. Wings 
flaring, a pegasus tosses his regal head impatiently. A noble hippogriff flaps 
its wings in agitation here. A vicious death adder is here, hood flared in 
warning. Anke is here. She wields a Druidic quarterstaff in both hands.
You see exits leading north and southeast.
You are breathing lightly.

You exclaim to Anke, "I found our son!"

You point accusingly at Fyr.

Anke's eyes widen in disbelief as she shouts, "Oh my GOD!"

Fyr blinks.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Madame Anke?"

Anke gives Fyr the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Fyr bows respectfully to Anke.

Anke says, "Fyr?"

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Seems I was good at hiding even as a 
youngling. I am... almost sorry that you two were so heartbroken. But I could 
not have asked for things to turn out better in the long run. Madame Anke, I 
do believe I am your son."

Fyr kneels before Anke, swearing his allegiance to her.

You pat Fyr in a friendly manner.

Fyr stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Anke says to Fyr, "I never thought we'd see you again. Where have you been!?"

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Fyr's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say to Anke, "I'll tell you the story .... in a little while."

You say, "Or Fyr, can... I'd love to know from his point of view."

Anke says, "Alright!"

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Oh, you know. Wandering the desert for 
a decade and a half, wandering around Mhaldor for about the same."

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

You say, "Would any of you ...care to make this event recorded?"

Anke says, "Its long overdue."

Anke wraps a comforting arm around Fyr.

Fyr smiles softly at Anke.


-------- Moving --------


Anke follows you south.
Fyr follows you south.
The Bloodline Registry.
You see a single exit leading north (open door).

Anke flashes Fyr a joyous smile.

You give a brown potato to Fyr.
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You say, "Wield the potato."

You say, "It yields symbolic power."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Alright."

Fyr ceases to wield a needle-pointed dirk in his right hand.

Fyr begins to wield a brown potato in his right hand.

You say, "The family, Started as Shu'in."

You say, "Fallen...from grace."

You exclaim, "REBORN IN SUFFERRING!"

You say, "As Rurrowind"

You say, "As too does the potato grow underground, in the dark....suffering 
without light."

You say, "So too, shall we all, as a family grow."

Eyes suddenly shifty, Anke furtively looks away and examines the floor.

You empty out an oaken vial on top of Fyr, covering him in blood.

You say, "You are now ...our blood."

Anke asks Fyr to add his signature to the registry, signifying that he is her 
son.

Fyr nods his head emphatically.

You ask Fyr to add his signature to the registry, signifying that he is your 
son.

You are now officially registered as the parent of Fyr.

You say, "Never again, shall you need to wonder your parents."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Anke gives Fyr a compassionate hug.

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says, "Never again shall you need to tend to 
a bodiless grave in hopes of seeing your son."

Fyr gives Anke a compassionate hug.

Anke says to Fyr, "I've missed you, my son."

Master of Torment, Fyr Lightfoot says to Anke, "And I you, mother."