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The Whispering Cairn, Pt. 3After locating another vault that was apparently broken (it crushed anything placed in it) and turning the sarcophagus entirely around, the troupe realized that if the lantern was present, it was likely somewhere they'd been that they hadn't explored fully. And there was one answer for that.
"We can dig up orange goop, or go swimming again," Graven said, sighing. "Something that large has to be somewhat obvious."
"If it was obvious, we would have found it in the orange goop earlier," Avlan replied, nodding. "How far into the place did you get when you were underwater? Is it possible that there was more?"
Lauryl nodded. "As much as I hate to admit it, he is right. We never tried the left side of the chamber, sticking to the right."
"And we left after we… I… was attacked by the ghast," Graven added, looking around at the others. "Hope you don't mind swimming a bit more, Lauryl," he said, smiling faintly. "Looks like we're going to get wet."
Lauryl smiled back, reaching up to pus
The Whispering Cairn, Pt. 2The climb down was not difficult once the group had arranged the ropes and knotted them for safety. They found themselves in a chamber Ielena said was similar to the one she'd spent the night in, only this one was damaged and stained with more of the acidic stains the beetles had left when they passed up above. Immediately, the party was on edge, prepared for anything.
It was not long before such preparation became useful. When more of the beetles attacked from an orange fungus filled room, Graven made use of more of his prepared fire flasks, and they were quickly dispatched, leaving the room a smoking ruin. Dangerously, though, the smoke hid the presence of a much larger beetle, which came around a corner and sprayed the group with more of the acid the lesser creatures seemed to drip wherever they went. After their initial shock at the pain and surprise, the party made short work of the creature, cracking its carapace and splattering its soft insides across the already acid and s
The Whispering Cairn, Pt. 1The ringing of small bells hung in the breeze, the only sound to be heard in the courtyard as Graven and his companions meditated. Above, clouds scudded across the blue sky, the sun shining brightly, reflecting off the neatly-raked sand of the meditation garden. Graven's eyes flicked open and he looked around for the tenth time in as many minutes, his thoughts unsettled. He had traveled from the temple of Istus in Greyhawk to the residence of Elluvar Moonmeadow in Diamond Lake in the hopes of getting to speak to one knowledgeable in the ways of the Lady of Fate, and still hadn't had a chance to truly speak with Master Moonmeadow in depth. At war with his elven nature, Graven was impatient, knowing that things were taking place that were not acceptable in this world and wishing to get on with stopping them from happening.
Then again, that was one of the reasons he was in the meditation garden at this time. Isendur, one of Master Moonmeadow's companions, had suggested he learn patie
Syrinx Ladrethalin MorithaiLockathar held the giant blade above his head, suspending the incredibly sharp greatsword with both hands. His voice was intoning words of wisdom and benediction as the Sword Dancers prepared to bid one of their own farewell. Syrinx Ladrethalin, Champion of the Elohar school of Sword Dancing was leaving them.
Syrinx knelt below her teacher, head bowed, white hair tenting her face. She wore nothing, symbolic of how the Eldar came into the world, and how she would return to it. Beyond the walls of the Dancing school, the world waited. No more would she receive the awed stares of the New as they met their Champion in the halls. The satin-lined walls and gauze-lined bed of the Champion's bedroom would no longer be her own, nor would the fine foods and drink the teachers shared with their First. The hard ground of the earth would be her bed; whatever she would be given by the Earth Mother would be her sustenance, u
Haiku for ChichibuSai no yama
Aozora ni hibiku
Tera no oto.
In the crystal blue sky is ringing
The sound of a temple bell.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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