Shulamit Demigoddess and Avatar...ness

Shulamit

You sing the praises of the heroic exploits of a Red Hand of the Illuminati, recounting his many incredible adventures.

A Red Hand of the Illuminati puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as he vigorously agrees with you that his intelligence and strength far surpass anyone else’s.

Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.

You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.

You have received 25 Bound Credits!

You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.

The Vault of Heaven.

With outstretched arms, an enormous statue of Estarra stands here vigilantly. A black, angry pony with black wings stands here quietly. Talan Ysav’rai, the Voice of Reason is here. She wields a viola of ebon ravenwood in her left hand.

You see a single exit leading down.

You gain some inspiration!

You blink.

(Gaudiguch): Xypher says, “Congrats Shulamit!”

(Gaudiguch): Eritheyl says, “WOOOO SHULAMIT.”

Feyda tells you, “Nice!”

(Gaudiguch): Mysrai says, “We await you at the Flame, My Hand.”

Talan flashes you a joyous smile.

(Gaudiguch): Savea says, “Congratulations, Shulamit!!”

Blinking rapidly, you say to Talan, “Hi!”

Talan Ysav’rai, the Voice of Reason says, “Did you just accidentally become a demigoddess?”

(Gaudiguch): Tsutey says, “What has happened??”

(Minstrels): Valishul says, “Congratulations Shulamit.”

You say, “Not really accidentally.”

Talan Ysav’rai, the Voice of Reason says, “Oh.”

You say, “More very much on purpose.”

Talan Ysav’rai, the Voice of Reason says, “Well, congratulations.”

You nod your head sagely.

You spread your arms out behind you, running deliriously in circles screaming, “Wheee!”

You say, “Now…where am I.”

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

You sense the piercing eyes of Xypher looking upon you.

Persayis tells you, “Well done.”

You tell Resinous Persayis, Beloved of Ebon, “Yay! Where am I?”

(Gaudiguch): Savea says, “Shulamit has fanned her divine spark and became a demigoddess.”

You say, “Well, it’s shiny here.”

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Persayis tells you, “I don’t know, where are you?”

You tell Resinous Persayis, Beloved of Ebon, “The vault of Heaven, apparently.”

Persayis tells you, “Ahh! Head down, west then down again.”

Ready for a new adventure, you point boldly towards the horizon and declare in a proud tone, “Onward!”

Persayis tells you, “You’ll be near Gaudi.”

You tug upon the aether strands around you, searching for one that connects to the Eternal Flame.

You teleport along the aether strands to the Eternal Flame.

Before the Eternal Flame.

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. A fighting ring rises up from the ground. A fluid crimson chaise couch has been hidden in obscurity here, awaiting someone to come ponder great mysteries upon it. Draped with colourful ribbons, a chandelier festooned with dangling gemstones sparkles here. A plain wooden chest sits in the corner. A handful of pale ashes lies on the ground, slowly blowing away in the wind. Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame lounges languidly in the heat of the nexus. The Eternal Flame burns here, a towering inferno of white flame that flashes with a chaotic spray of colour. There are 3 great brindle mastiffs here. There are 10 Red Hands of the Illuminati here. An orb of blazing aether shifts and turns continuously as it hovers above a plain granite pedestal. There are 5 jade-armoured Wyvern Riders here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A hunting trophy bearing Caerlyr’s head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Kelly’s head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A hunting trophy bearing Ryboi’s head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. An illuminated scroll rolls loose in the dust. A hunting trophy bearing Yani’s head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. A glorious pegasus with glowing white wings is here, eyeing his surroundings serenely. There are 2 unformed egregores here. A majestic copper eagle rests here, scanning his surroundings for threats. Massive soft, crimson-streaked wings filling much of the space around him, a headstrong hippogriff stands here, shimmering with motes of white flame. Mystifying Archmage Kalas Iosen, Dreamer Betwixt Passing Sand is here, shrouded. He wields a fiery basalt staff in his left hand. Seraku Mak’Reya, Vicar of the Whispered Words is here. Attendant Tsutey, Ward of Winue is here. He wields a sinuous jade rapier in each hand. Feyda Mes’ard is here, shrouded. She wields a greatshield depicting the Eternal Flame in her left hand and Gauntlets of Whispers in her right. Ivory Column Eritheyl Lunarose, Echo of Myrrhic Rapture waits here, skeins of resinous smoke curling languidly about his figure in flickering, coppery tongues of light and shadow. He wields a waxen viola of melting faces in his left hand. Xypher Damascene shifts and blurs, his figure cast into uncertainty by the enveloping Presence that lingers large, unseen, and heavy about his form. He wields a magic tome in his left hand and a shifting, living poppy of copper petals in his right. Resinous Persayis, Beloved of Ebon shifts and blurs, her figure cast into uncertainty by the enveloping Presence that lingers large, unseen, and heavy about her form. She wields an elegant heart-breaker’s violin in her left hand. Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory floats here, surrounded by twisting manifestations of half-realised paradigms. A dramatic harlequin is here, limber and ready for any performance. You see exits leading north, east, and west.

You spread your arms out behind you, running deliriously in circles screaming, “Wheee!”

Persayis flashes you a joyous smile.

Xypher beams broadly.

Persayis hugs you compassionately.

Xypher beams broadly at you.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory floats up, seating herself on Chade’s arm.

Iosen bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Mysrai’s eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.

You curtsey gracefully before Mysrai.

Eritheyl gives you a wild cheer!

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “Bring Us close to Our Shulamit.”

Mysrai beams broadly.

Chade d’Illici moves his arm closer to Shulamit.

Mysrai reaches out to tenderly cup your cheek in Her hand.

Mysrai smiles softly.

Panting slightly, you say, “My brain feels like it’s been spun into cotton candy.”

Tsutey’s mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Seraku’s eyes sparkle with amusement.

Tsutey shakes your hand firmly and offers his congratulations on a job well done.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “You have done very well, My Shulamit. Truly your Will has flowered even as your divine spark has been fanned.”

Mysrai gazes upon you with black-shimmering eyes. Cold pinpricks of light and whirling constellations sparkle with Mysrai’s eyes as they regard you with unnerving, unseeing focus.

You gaze at Mysrai as waves of joy wash over you, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

The Hands of the Urchin begin to glow brilliantly white, and the scent of burning myrrh suffuses the air.

Mysrai strokes you tenderly.

There are a thousand paradigms of sweetness and not-sweetness, and you behold, for a moment, the vast, alien cruelty of your Patron. In the next moment, you also know His and Her benevolence and regard.

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

The air around Mysrai and Shulamit blurs, and the sparks thrown off by the Flame begin to become motes of white light, then petals. One by one, a slow rain of ivory poppies begins to fall.

Mysrai leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.

Mysrai has imbued you with great powers, use them wisely.

Black stars and white stars, veils of sugar and silk and watercolour streaks of many hues flit across your vision as, from your forehead, the lips of the Goddess send trails of hot energy through your veins. An eye seems to open in you, a third one, through which the world is eternally beautiful and washed in clean white and saffron light.

You blink.

You have emoted: Shulamit puffs up slightly, her crystalline form glowing a soft topaz colour as she squees softly.

You are home. You know this, and you know that you are Beloved.

Veils of ivory flicker across the sky, accompanied by echoing cries of foreign, alien tongues as Shulamit Lunarose, Hand of Resins and Silken Things becomes Avatar of Mysrai

Chade d’Illici says, “Hail Avatar.”

Mysrai claps Her hands excitedly as She intones a hearty, “Boom!”

Mysrai giggles happily.

The corners of Xypher’s mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Persayis flashes you a joyous smile.

You flit about happily.

Kiradawea has just left you message #1850.

Iosen snaps his fingers, releasing sparkling motes of coloured light.

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Chade flashes you a joyous smile.

Feyda gives you a thumbs up.

Iosen looks about himself suspiciously.

Mysrai claps Her hands together merrily.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “Now.”

Xypher Damascene whispers, “Well done!”

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “Do not lose My gift.”

Mysrai looks about Herself suspiciously.

Iosen shakes your hand firmly and offers his congratulations on a job well done.

(Veiled): Persayis says, “Congratulations, Beloved Shulamit. May your Will shine as beautifully as you through the ages!”

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “I am sure My Beloved will aid you in ensuring it shall never happen.”

Mysrai nods solemnly.

Mysrai giggles happily.

Chade d’Illici says to you, “Don’t experiment with the powers until you’ve had a chance to earn some essence, Avatar.”

You say, “Well, if I suddenly stop being a demigoddess, I suspect I’ll flood the basin with tears.”

You nod solemnly.

Mysrai nods solemnly.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “We would be very sad.”

Mysrai’s eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, “Now is the time to pelt Our Hand with cupcakes!”

Mysrai giggles happily.

The Goddess fades away into a shadow, then a dream, then nothing at all.

You flail about helplessly.

Xypher beams broadly.

Chade flashes you a joyous smile.

Jaamil tells you, “Congratulations.”

Seraku smirks.

Chade d’Illici says to you, “Can’t stop now.”

Chade urges you onwards.

Attendant Tsutey, Ward of Winue says to you, “Indeed. I have seen your recent efforts to become thus, and to see your work undone would be very disappointing.”

A silvery coolness spreads across your skin as argent spheres spin around you in a graceful orbit, mimicking the phases of the moon.

Shaddus

WOOOOOOOOOOO

Karlach

One simply should not be limited to liking this only once.

Kaalak

My sincerest congratulations.

Rogziel

Can you enter the Vault of Heaven without being a Demigod/dess?

Parua

No

Shaddus

Yes. You can teleport to a person in the Vault of Heaven, but any command at all will kick you out to the Portal of Fate. (ql, light pipes, sipping, whatever)

Enyalida

There are a few ways to get in like that, but it just auto-kicks, as Shaddus described.

EDIT: Don't worry, there isn't a darn thing you're missing up there. "Fast travel" to locations near-ish each of the nations is about it.

Shulamit

It's still a shiny place!

Shulamit

Abort abort that smiley is terrifying!