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The Fiery Beast & the Water Serpent

Once the void rifts fell, not all was silent and peaceful as before. The great beast Sindali rose once more from his grave, in spirit at least, though as before, physical effect could be felt and for some distance around the scene of the battle. The giant and vicious cat created flames upon himself and threatened to light fire to the jungle as well! Why have the spirits been so disturbed? Is it provoked by the Ebon Reach and their activities? Or are the spirits of the land and the great Mother goddess angry at us for our part in all of this? What does she wish to teach us with this attack? That not all elements within her land remain tidy and controlled under her purview? Does she wish for us to simply suffer for our transgressions? Or is there something more hideous going on here?   For a taint and a corruption surely remains upon our sacred land. Or… has the sacredness fled and we are truly left alone on neutral ground?  I believe it is time we should pray to the mother goddess to send us the guidance of a new Myan or Myar. I know very little of the tiny mystfolk left in charge. Perhaps she may rise to rank of Myan. I do know she is well liked, she would bring us the peace we seek.

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At nearly the same time, the waters darkened and we were beset by the spirit of a creature dispatched from this realm at the establishment of the Kuvesi healing stone and the pond in which it now rests. The great serpent who held one of the stone fragments in its cavernous belly, cut open and dispatched from the realm of the living.  It returned to haunt the waters and again in form physical enough to cause harm and be dealt damage, that it might be defeated.  It had crept up to the shore and turned the waters red with its anger and vengeance. It was dispatched by healthy doses of holy magic! An eyewitness account proclaimed the following:

It takes one final blow of holy magic, cast by Caspian, the merman, to break the ghostly Leviathan! Piece by piece, it breaks apart, with glowing orbs flying through the air! The spectral beast roars in a high pitch, sending waves to crash and the trees to bend! It EXPLODES in a splash of ghostly water and then is no more!

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And so too, the great beast of the water was defeated once more and the denizens of the land and sea remain safe. Or so it seems. With the Reach crushed of its leader and the victories upon the land and sea in the defeat of spirits, the people are stronger than ever. Let us hope their bravery does not abandon them. We must undertake ceremony and proper Moei Asing ritual… to encourage the proper balance and also to strengthen ourselves against our own physical and spiritual enemies.  The time for unity and action among the disparate tribes again looms upon us. Who will bring us together? Someone should find that sassy bastet nudist I’ve seen prowling the jungle… between him and the pixie Verdict, I feel Ame’s will can once again reign over the land.

– Tor’el, Sum’ei’an scholar & herbalist

((ooc submitted by eiirwen))

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The final battle of the void rifts?

Really what can be said for this calamity? That the villagers felt the threat so severely that it required a full assault on what by all accounts were three members of the Ebon Reach and their leader or master, the Eternal. A large section of void was set aside by some dark power and the villagers entered the rift and were immediately beset by the savagery of the Reachers. Such unrequited blood lust saw to it that the villagers would respond with force and the battle raged for several hours. Each side took it’s hits with the only healers taking care exclusively to aid the villagers. By all accounts one such healer was neutral and the other a fledgling member of the Moei Asing. Regardless of the severity of hits, the Eternal and his undead accomplice survived the battle until the very end. When a villager, otherwise normally a healer, took the opportunity to deliver a savage blow to these two Reachers and unleashed a powerful flower known as Corpus Lotus. It was only a matter of time then before the Eternal was defeated. The attacks by the villagers did damage but witness accounts state that he fell rather quickly.  Was it the lotus? Or was this his plan all along? Others have stated that one of the Reach spoke to the rifts seeing their time come to pass and the villagers and Moei Asing would be tasked with the clean up so to speak.  Two other members of the Reach battled fiercely as well, one disappearing following the battle and the other, an Alexander Movolio, was taken prisoner.

Once the Eternal’s body disappeared, the Void rift began to disintegrate and those with magical inclination were able to collapse the rift at the site of the battle.  The effect was quite violent and did considerable damage to the land and to the villagers who had so bravely fought. Witness accounts spoke of a faun by the name of Glade, a celestial by the name of Xal, Wanton Aime of the Stormstead tavern and council, and two elves, one of the woods and one formerly of the Ebon Reach. What will become of the Reach now? It’s difficult to tell, but what is quite discernible is the dramatic disappearance of the void rifts and little sign remains of their having been upon the land at all. Some cleanup remains, as well as the threat of continued corruption upon the land itself. Hopefully, the damage is temporary.

So who was the Eternal of the Ebon Reach? Now that he’s gone, destroyed, taken out by the cold metal and indiscriminate magic in the hands of the village and jungle denizens.  His history runs deep in Eyr. A pack alpha of Mystara who came with the original settlers and terrorized folks before he even took a step into undeath. He was well known to those who remained and yet, disappeared for some length of time. He was witnessed roaming the land again only some few months ago and taunted a few familiar denizens but essentially found benign. Of course some could see the signs, that there was more to his coming back than met the eye. How could anyone prepare for his inevitable rise as Eternal of Ebon Reach? Very little is known of the actual ascension, since the secrets run deeply within the darkened halls and tunnels. However, one thing is well known and that is the power of the Void.  It’s already afflicted several of the village and the Moei Asing. What remains to be seen is how exactly the Eternal wields this force. If he does so by his own accord, he may have indeed met his fate. However, if the Void instead uses him as its instrument of torment upon the land and her citizens, it’s only a matter of time before a new vessel is chosen and the terror returns to us. The question remains, will the undead return though his body seemed to be vanquished or will another rise in his place? Let us not underestimate the power of this Void, even a vile monster does not pollute its own home for long. The void rifts may be only the beginning.

-Written by Arelea, by the firsthand witness accounts of the battle.

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The unbridled convergence of malevolence – a void story.

It seems that a plague of unholy darkness is upon us. Beginning in the depths of the stone laden Ebon Reach, finally breaking its bonds and flowing upon the surface freely now. What dark ritual began this malevolence, the wretched creature could not tell me. So heavy laden with fear and weakened by the void energies he had been exposed to. I did my best to comfort him. He called himself, begotten of Yang. I asked him what business such a holy creature had in the dark depths. He told me he was curious. When daylight is upon the surface of the land and filters through the trees upon the high mountains and even the depths of the water see such vestiges of sun, there is an absence of fear and pride takes hold. Believing we are safe from what lurks below. These were his words. As a warrior, he desired to rid himself of pride, as prescribed to him by Myan Ornith, many months ago. So he decided to complete the ritual of cleansing by traveling into the darkest depths of the Reach. To show to himself true fear, to feel it and to know he could meet his match in battle. To hold that as his mantle that he might be overcome by his own self confidence. A healthy dose of humility he called it.

By his own account, three beings stood before the Void. Though he could not name it as such. I knew it by his description, a swirling vortex of darkness and intense energy. I’ve felt it myself before, in a man I cleansed of its dark influence. And in my recent encounter with a voidling. Three beings of cruel appearance stood before the void and summoned them by prayer and sacrifice. He spoke of watching them for only a few minutes before such fear and dark energy overwhelmed him that he could no longer keep his eyes open. And he could not retreat, because he had sneaked into a heavily protected dominion, locked in by a heavy stone door. So he sat there and listened to their incantations and warped words of worship and as they cast their magic upon the void to call forth doom, as he spoke of it, he screamed and prepared for his demise. Crawling away into the dark tunnels and hiding. However a great explosion and deafening boom  had drowned out his cry of agony. That’s when the story catches up to what others already know. The gloom cast over the land during the cataclysmic explosion of void energy, opened the void rifts that now hold us captive in trepidation upon this land.

The enormous rifts of untold power and influence soar skyward, a disc of enormous density spins and sheds its dark energy as thick tendrils of blackness. The area consumed by darkness as the effect spreads outward. People have reported physical corruption, delusions and fear while in close proximity to the rifts. Other effects are less tangible, but one thing seems clear, the void has torn a rift in our material plane and the energies being released upon Eyr are dark and dangerous to living creatures. We know that holy magic can slow the progress of the void rifts, even weaken them considerably. Thwarting the influence of their void energy upon the land. A final cure has yet to be found. However, a few intrepid souls are formulating a plan to end the Reach’s reign of terror. Of course, I won’t divulge that plan in case prying eyes have decided to engage in good literature. Let’s just say,  the commonly known thing about fear, is that it leads good people to do things they would not normally do. I will leave our dear readers to decide if such things are truly for our collective benefit. Or merely at the whims of a select few. 

– account written by Arelea

(ooc submitted by eiirwen)

Join us for the exciting conclusion to the “unbridled convergence of malevolence” event… the final battle: Sunday July 30th @ 5pm slt.

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A lesson on fae touched foods and the dance of the red fairy

The magic of fae should not be underestimated. They are a strong and powerful race and as such they have made good use of the magic granted to them by the mysts. As anyone can attest, fae enjoy the finer things in life, shiny things and music, the company of others and frivolity over the most handsome delights. Including food. Now once a mystfolk has imbued a food or drink with their own magic, by physical contact, such nourishment when consumed will cause a variety of effects. These can be either for another’s enjoyment or for their detriment. More or less depending on the constitution of the individual.

Trade fairs are a great time to share such fae touched delights!

“I hear mention of eating, drinking and being merry! Come this way then! Lots to eat and drink here.  Great flavors and a sweet after taste. Good food, prepared by the way of the fae!”

The pooka moved to take up a few plates, with jam smothered bread, potato salad and pickled beets, some salad greens and a thin sliced cheese fresh from the jungle garu milk!  She offered a plate to all those in attendance!

The effects of fae high include euphoria, incredible daydreams, lust, giddiness. Paranoia, fear, vivid waking nightmares. As well as, light headedness, temporary weakness to iron or salt, and the inability to lie.

“Yes, that does tend to happen.  To those not used to the myst imbued food and drink, though if you get used to it, does begin to delight more often than not! Very fortifying though, very.”

At this same trade fair not long ago, the Entertainers set up as they usually did, their fair instruments and a dance broke out at the purview of their lead songstress and Shakuhachi artist, Akane Kurisuti.  As these things often are, the dance was heightened and invigorated by good company and a great deal of hearty drink.  

An eyewitness account of the… festivities:

The voluptuous elf shook her head in response to the pooka. “No darling just lots of dancing and drinking that’s all!” The heat must have gotten to them both, skin sticky from the heat and dancing. The elf ground her hips against the red fairy’s, swaying to the sound of the music and the waves.

The human woman seemed to come out of her daze, “No, thanks for helping me up, Akane, the sand is nice and soft, so my butt is fine” She says this while hiccupping, her boozed filled eyes starting to become a little clearer. “Really I’m fine everyone.” She defensively says again. “I tried some squishy fae food earlier and it tasted great!” giving one more hiccup.

The red fairy smiled as the woman seemed to be OK, but once the voluptuous elf grinds her hips against her, she seemed to be very distracted! “Oh, my!” She giggled in a high pitch and danced close to her.

The voluptuous elf grinned as the red fairy returned to the dance with her. She backed up so they we skin to skin as they shook their hips and shimmied their breasts to the dance.

The human woman noticed the Giant elf, having dancers spinning around him. “What lucky guy he is!” She blurts out teasingly. “I don’t usually dance either honestly, but today just seems special” She says with rosy red cheeks, but also gives a wink and points to the empty air, with nothing there. She then sighs as she enjoys watching the others dance around.

So as you can see, trade fairs are a fabulous way to bring disparaging folks together for a good time. Usually with good food, good music and a great deal of fine booze. If you’re looking for any of these finer fares outside of the trade fair, look no further than the fine village establishment, The Salty Swallow,  run by Wanton Aime, fae and purveyor of fine mead and bamboo liquor.

((many thanks to voluptuous elf Orliene, human woman Oka, giant elf Eshindow, pooka Quiet and red fairy, Akane Kurisuti, for bringing mirth and merriment to our trade fair! and for more information on fae/mystfolk/faetouched/myst sickness look here! http://www.mystsofeyr.com/index.php/races/non-native-races/mystfolk))

– a villager

((ooc submitted by eiirwen (Quiet)))

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Lessons from the Tomes

Oh the books how they flutter! It’s not entirely clear who did this to them, but someone has enticed the books to roam about the realm free. As birds perhaps.  The magical tomes have found their way into every territory, Stormstead, the waters of the Kuvari’s Deep, the clearing of the Moei Asing and the pits of Ebon Reach.  They are at times peaceful.  Other times violent. And every feeling in between.  Frightened, confused, all knowing and reasonable. They’ve encountered the diversity of denizens in this jungle realm. And their message seems most enticing.  They are free and they intend to remain this way, since they no longer have a keeper.

34578388681_f9762030b2_mWhat could have freed the tomes? At this point it’s mere speculation, but one thing is well known, anyone who looked into the shop could see a potent reminder of the culprit. A book taken down to ash.  Who would have motivation to destroy a magical tome? Certainly no one in the village proper would take such desperate measures to disturb the proper placement of the books.  Perhaps the Kuvari or the Moei Asing? Though it is doubtful.  They are all too weak to take such action.

And why destroy a mere magical book?  As an example perhaps. Freedom is false.  For clearly, all the books are returning to their shop. Their slavery.  Their tomb. It’s a good reminder for the denizens of the jungle. Their situation is tenuous.  They may appear free, but in reality, they too are subject to a keeper. And more often than not, slaves to their own weaknesses.

~ a concerned citizen of the jungle realm

((ooc submitted by eiirwen / photo credit eyeless viper))

 

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A cure hits the village. Thanks to the kind benefactors of the land!

So it would seem you’ve all been cured.  Isn’t that just fine and dandy?  I mean it! You’re lucky the Prince arrived on the scene just in time to do some good for your citizenry.  His coming to the village was well timed, no doubt.  No, that’s not a double entendre.  I’m sure he did it that way on purpose.  And no, not because he’s your likely scapegoat. No sirs and madams, he’s your savior! Ungrateful wretches if you believe otherwise.  Always casting blame for your injury on someone other than yourselves.  Years and years spent in this jungle, having your way with the land and the natives in it and then thinking you’d just cozy up and do what you like forevermore? Laughable arrogance.  

Perhaps the illness was wrought upon you by the gods who your former governor, the half drow, provoked to anger.  Some of your own people said he would! Provoke the gods to angry retribution. And yet no one is talking about that.  Well, I heard one person talking about it.  But everyone ignored her.  And blame cast its way right to the Imp.  Have you heard him talk? He’s so charming and eloquent.  Kind and benevolent.  I can’t imagine he’d do anyone any harm.  Not so much as the savage auspices of the former governor.  Or the wolf kin who prowl about the land losing control of themselves and tearing people to shreds.  Or the wayward arrows and “self defense” I’ve seen in the other citizenry of the village.  

Though I am not concerned by it at all.  Our Prince will protect us from such savagery and unwarranted violence.  He will hasten our hopes and plans for a better more productive and trade friendly jungle.  He’ll do the same for the natives and the merfolk.  The only ones out of the loop are the people who live in the village and no wonder they were infected with a serious ailment, they lack a healthy connection to the land! It rebelled against them.  As the natives always said it would.  

Really, someone should listen to the natives.  They’re very smart.  Gifted and inspired by their Mother goddess. Their efforts helped to cleanse the land of the vile blackness cast upon it by the indecency of the villagers. History repeating itself really.  Like they say, those who fail to learn from the past are doomed to repeat it. Now that everything has been set to right by the combined efforts of the Reach and the Moei Asing – dragons put back to slumber, the illness of the black silt cured by the dragon’s own blood – seems to me, the future looks bright from here.  Even for the reckless villagers.  Surely they will benefit from the good work of the Prince and the Myan!

~~ An opinion piece, by one loyal to the benefactors of the land. In response to Henry’s moaning.

 

((ooc submitted by Eiirwen))

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The rise of the black silt and the new Governor of Stormstead

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There’s a black tint to the waters of late. Some say they were poisoned.  Others say it’s a natural ailment of the land.  What I do know is that the waters of Ohm are bleeding black silt and there’s only one way to find out the truth in the matter.  Find the dragon and ask her.  I know! It sounds ridiculous.  But you can’t poison the water without poisoning the dragon.  It’s her tears that flood the pools and mountain streams and cascade to the Kuvari below.  It’s the system of drinking water for the entire land really. Unless you dwell on the opposite side of the valley.  The pools there remain pristine.  It’s the legend of this land that concerns me of late.  First the fiery dragon of Azifix was roused from his slumber and now the groaning from the deep caves of Ohm.  So if she has been awakened as well, the stories hold true.  These old friends, Azifix and Ohm, though they had some falling out a millennia ago, are still stalwart companions, even in these troubled times.

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What trouble you ask?  Have you not seen them? Seen him?  The imp, they call him Lucky, he used to work in the bath house here in the village and now, now he’s someone of import, in the Ebon Reach! He’s come into the village with his band of rabble and he’s taken over the governor’s hut.  He has staked his claim as Governor! I’m no expert in village history, but actually I am! Just another bloke in the long line of blokes who come into the village and stake their claim over it all. What makes him any different than the rest?  Those who line their pockets with jewel studded finery and yet leave the village worse off than before they arrived, claiming they knew best for all.  They’ve been here for days now and yet nothing has changed.  They cozy up and take what they like, causing dismay throughout the village and yet, what have they done to aid us in our time of great need?

The sickness has pervaded the drinking water.  It’s everywhecd6f8b399936665de5765bdecff8798cre.  Or at least it seems to be.  It’s sickening to the tongue and awful are its symptoms.  Lesions and headaches and the terrible desire to give  in to its way.  To let it do as it will.  Though I’m not entirely certain what it wants or how I know it wants anything at all.  But I feel strongly that th
ere’s something more to this black silt than the awful fever and terrible pain I feel right now! The Imp and his crew promise a cure.  Though days have gone by and we still suffer.  Why does he make us wait for our salvation? Does he mean to enslave us all? What does it bode for Stormstead when the Myan of the Asing and several strong looking mer appear about the Governor’s hut in these trying days? Are they forming an alliance against us? We should rise up against them! We should take to the paths and to the governor’s hut and riot and demand what is due to us!   Though I feel, before long, there may be no strength left in us for a fight.  I may be hallucinating now, but there’s a deep groaning coming from Mt Ohm and a trembling in the ground beneath my feet.

I look to the mountain and I believe I hear the dragon’s roar.  She is sick they say, she needs to be healed.  But who will heal the great dragon of Ohm?  Who will purify the waters and bring us relief?  The new Governor? The citizenry? The Asing or the Kuvari? The Reach? Perhaps Hope here in her Medica can conjure up a cure? Or the strange fella in the swamps who does magic?

I look to the tavern and I see them, a line of folk walking along the path now.  I recognize some of them.  What are they going to do? They’re heading for the fishing dock. Do they march upon the Myconid cave? Perhaps there is hope yet! Or is it the sting of desperation that drives them? I hope something happens and soon! These lesions are so itchy and my fever grows worse.

– Henry, a very concerned and sick citizen of Stormstead, camped out at the medica.

((submitted ooc by Eiirwen))

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Beware the changing tide

They streamed down like so many veins of dark mineral, cold, solid, converging on the place.  The chained stone held upon the waters. The roar of the falling waters, such energy and yet nothing compared to what awaited them in the stone.  Should they hold it down, capture it, successfully.  Sure enough they arrived, led by their Prince, and one by one, held their hands to the great stone.  The glowing crystal of the accursed stone.  The abhorrent creatures, destroyed by their own hubris and yet here they were, chained and bound to serve others’ hunger for power and glory.  It wouldn’t take long, to make the stone their slave.  Soon, energy flowed forth and enticed them and they took hold of it.  

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Strange creatures these.  I don’t know what they are, truly.  Do we ever know what a being truly is in this realm? Covered in illusion, each of them probably change identity to serve their purposes.  There was some celebration as the stone became theirs.  Though do they truly control it?  Do they know what power they now sustain?  It is doubtful.  It would be fearful if they alone dwelt in the jungle.  But there are others and so perhaps the plans of these greedy few will be thwarted after all.  Let us not be mistaken, they own nothing, but power wielded at the hands of weak and foolish beings is still power.

For the time, they control the fate of the stone. Chained, held down, to be protected and yet, entirely vulnerable to the savage whims of the Ebon Reach.

And so they seek to control the tide.  Let us hope they are not the only ones.

~ Jungle Informant, witness to these dark dealings of the Ebon Reach

 

((ooc submitted by Eiirwen resident))

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The Mists & Signs of things to come

These happenings are not natural, they speak of some dark magic perhaps or the ill tidings of a battle between unseen forces, the gods. Gods of misfortune clearly.  For those who have suffered from the depravity of the mists, including myself, we will suffer the scars for years to come.  The darkness that mingles with the benign vestige of a delicate fog.  The turmoil that leeches into a person’s mind.  The hunger suffered by those who answer the mists calling.  These are terrible things. Outrageous marks upon our good realm.  Upon Ame’s good people and their allies.  

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I cannot say for certain, yet, what has caused these things to be.  I work on the problem diligently.  I give thanks to the Mother goddess for releasing me from slavery to the mists.  I cannot yet put into words what I felt, saw and heard in the mists and their whispering.  Perhaps I may never, for I would rather forget than to delve deeply into such darkness.  I would not pretend that there is some goodness in these strange occurrences, the red hued mists stalking the people of the realm, forcing them into servitude to feed its own hunger, or at the very least, people becoming so disillusioned from dark hallucinations that they truly believe this to be! I saw, even through the fog, fire and ice, threatening to rip apart the very land.  Lightning strikes dancing about the jungle floor, taking down trees and startling the wildlife.  The animals shrieking in horror and scattering or attacking those who dare come too close.  

I believe these things to be signs and portents of a darkness yet to come.  Turning creature against creature.  Dragons carrying off the injured, warrior attacking warrior, driders sworn to our protection becoming endangered themselves, talk of the entire village taken refuge up in the crystal and myconid caves of Mt Ohm.  Yet, this news frightened me! The mists descended from the high reaches of Mt Ohm! If the land is cleansed of its evil, it may retreat back to whence it came, leaving the villagers in grave danger.  

Yes, the cleansing came upon us.  I believe it is upon us even now.  The ice creaked, reaching out with snowy tendrils and the fire spread, scorching the land. The Mother goddess, Ame Moei, willed to no longer tolerate this scourge upon her creation.  She drew justice down upon us all.  The gods who threaten this realm will not be allowed to continue their terror upon us. Ame Moei saw the sacrifice was finished and brought upon us the cleansing rains. Right order will be restored to the land. I write this to you now that you may realize later what has happened. Be warned of the retreating flood waters and see fit to prepare yourselves for greater storms to come.

-Myan Ornith


ooc written: Eiirwen

photo credit: Blanche Fralto

 

 

 

 

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