Tariel Comes Into Being

Zyphora

Mist-silvered gardens and gazing pools before a pavilion. Banks of clouds roil about here. A throne sculpted from translucent rose quartz rises here upon a tiered dais, radiantly surmounted with a golden sun-in-glory. You see exits leading north and up (closed door). A heatless shimmer of sparks bursts into being above the garden, dissipating to reveal a bobbing light of cheerful golden energy. You tilt your head curiously. "Hello, hello!," the light chirps delighted, its voice feminine and soft. You smile and say, "Hello." The light twirls about with a mellifluous laugh ringing in your ears. "Remember me?" she asks. You smile and say, "I do! Ah, welcome to my gardens!" You say, "How have you been? It's been quite a long time." The light bobs up and down excitedly in assent and floats down closer. "I have excellent news," she says, glowing ever warmer. You have emoted: Zyphora tilts her head, saying, "What is the news?" The light hovers in the air for a moment ponderously, "I was scarcely a new-born spark last you saw me, High Scion." The light lowers a bit more to your eye level, twirling playfully as she dances around you. You smile and say, "Yes, indeed you were. You've grown since, but I could recognise your glow anywhere. What do you call yourself by now?" The light beams delightedly, the gold gaining on motes of other colours which glimmer within. "Tariel," she admits, "I think I am Tariel". You smile and say, "Tariel. A pleasure to meet you once again, Tariel! What a lovely name. Did you choose it yourself?" The light titters with delight as it sparks harmlessly. "I have, I have grown much. I have created it," she reveals. You clap your hands together merrily. "I was an unrealised idea for so long but I think I am ready," she insists, "I am ready to become." Tilting her head, you say, "Become? Become what?" There is a soft titter as the light floats to the ground and flickers with soft sunlight among the garden's mist. The light zooms back to your face, glowing palely, "Why become me, of course!" she exclaims. The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously. The light recedes a few steps, her brightness dimming. Teasingly, you say, "You aren't already yourself?" "I am... but, I am not like you," she reveals, her voice tinged with sadness. The light twirls about you, bobbing slowly, "Your gown is beautiful. I have no gown," she says. You have emoted: Zyphora lifts her hand up towards the ball of light, saying, "Ah, but you just said, you are ready to become. Become what, if not like me? It is very easy to create a gown. But it is not so simple to become." The spark alights softly upon your hand, glowing hopefully. "Precisely so," she admits, "But I am ready. I am ready and the Lady is not present. She does not hear my pleas." You have emoted: Zyphora gently cups the spark in her hand, asking, "So the Lady is needed to facilitate your transformation?" The spark buzzes softly in your hand, "I think so, She is so powerful. I am sure She could make it be. If not Her, whom then?" The light gains in intensity as it floats up a little closer, "Could you help me, could you help me find Someone to make me be?" she pleads. You have emoted: Zyphora briefly knits her brows together in concerned thought. "I can try," she says at last. "What is required, do you think? I'm no Goddess, but a part of Her lies within me. I could try." The light bobs up and down, musing. You look thoughtful and say, "We could also try visiting Her fulcrux. Perhaps we must go closer to Her for your request to be heard. And if that fails, we could try asking for the Lord Architect's Divine intervention." The spark jumps out of your hand and twirls about the room, trailing bright motes of light. "Let us do that," she chirps, "Maybe the Lady will answer. And if not, you say there is another?" You nod your head emphatically. You smile and say, "There is." You say, "Are you able to meet me at Her fulcrux?" The spark shimmers proudly, "Of course!" she exclaims. The Fulcrux of Isune. (Transcendental Fulcrux) Shifting and shimmering in undulating waves, heatless sparks rise in a rippling fountain of light. The graceful, translucent form of a bird of paradise dances in the air, the insubstantial image shifting through a constant stream of vivid colours. A smooth scroll crafted from silk lies on the ground here. There are no obvious exits. A heatless shimmer of sparks bursts into being above the shrine, dissipating to reveal a bobbing light of cheerful golden energy. You have emoted: Zyphora smiles at the bobbing orb of light. "We're here!" she says. The light laughs joyfully as she dances above the fountain, "Lady Isune?" she inquires. Curtseying to an invisible presence, you say, "My Lady Isune, Tariel wishes to become. Please hear our humble supplications and help her in her transformation." The light floats down to bob above your shoulder, peering over it upon the shrine shyly. You say, "Lady Isune?" "You are greatly more skilled at communing with the Lady than I," she admits quietly, "I never had to call upon Her before." You have emoted: Zyphora waits a few moments, laying a corpse of a manifested paradox of knowledge before stepping back again. You reach out and touch a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz. Motes of light wink off of the faceted quartz as the pendulum hovers in response to a distant, unheard vibration, before stilling once more. Frowning slightly, you say, "Thank you, Tariel. But perhaps She is focusing Her attentions elsewhere, for I am hearing no answer." The light bobs slowly, her light dim and quiet. "Perhaps Her attention is turned to greater things," she ponders, "I have took a long time coming to fruition." You frown and say, "The Seals have weakened, and the Soulless are yet again making their presence known in the Basin. Perhaps She is concentrating on that." You say, "It is a very serious matter, to be sure." The spark bursts like a firework and whizzes about the fulcrux. "That is dire," she exclaims, "I did not know!" "Is there anything else we can do?" she asks as she pauses before you, glittering softly with hope. You have emoted: Zyphora nods gravely. "That is the best reason I can think of that She is not hearing our prayers right now. And there are some things we can do. I'm helping with the trial to see who will represent Life. Mortals are rising up to see who will ascend to drive Kethuru back once more." The light beams brightly, appearing more brilliant than before. "I am glad," she admits. You nod your head emphatically. The light whizzes about the room, trailing motes of colour. "I could help too!" she exclaims, "If I could be." "Who is this Architect you spoke of?" she asks. You say, "The Architect is the Lord Zvoltz, a Patron of Hallifax. He works closely with the Lady Isune to ensure Hallifax's well-being and safety." "Could He transform me? Make me be?" she inquires, sparks bursting forth in excitement. A smile tugging at her lips, you say, "I'm sure He could! He is very powerful." You say, "Would you like to visit His fulcrux too?" Floats up close and alights upon your shoulder, "Let us go! I do not know where it is," she says.

Zyphora

<<After many unsuccessful tries>> The Fulcrux of Zvoltz. (Transcendental Fulcrux) A wall of static runs along the entire base of the dome, crackling with contained energy. A hollow globe of transparent quartz floats above a seven-stepped dais, icy white bolts of energy arcing within the crystal. There are no obvious exits. You have emoted: Zyphora curtseys deeply before the shrine in the centre of the fulcrux. Energy surges across the dome above as a distorted voice crackles, "Greetings, Avatar of the Aesthete." You say, "Humblest greetings, Lord Architect." The light recedes to alight upon your shoulder, startled. You have emoted: Zyphora turns briefly to smile at the light upon her shoulder before turning her attention to the dome. Energy surges across the dome above as a distorted voice crackles, "What is this strange disturbance you bring to My Fulcrux?" You say, "She is another servant of my Lady. Her name is Tariel, and she is a spark of inspiration. She says she is ready to become, yet our Lady seems focused on other matters at present." You say, "She is very eager to become, my Lord. And she wishes to help drive back the forces of the Soulless alongside us mortals." Energy surges across the dome above as a distorted voice crackles, "Ahh, I see. These are trying times for mortals and Elders alike." The light whizzes about excitedly, shimmering with colours. "I am ready, my Lord," she admits humbly. Energy surges across the dome above as a distorted voice crackles, "Come to the Matrix. The energies of My Fulcrux will interfere with Isune's working." You nod your head emphatically. You say, "As you wish, my Lord." "Quickly," the light urges, "This is your challenge, no?" You whisper, "Tariel, follow me back to the Matrix." The light bobs its assent. Before the Matrix. Banks of clouds roil about here. Zvoltz, the Architect crackles with confined energy, His form flickering and fading along the edges. He wields the mighty hammer, Ays Onid in His left hand. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl radiates an aura of severity and calm as she lingers here. She wields a silver loboshigaru tribal klangaxe with both hands. Serenguard Rivius Tarsuhl stands at the ready, his face adorned with colourful warpaint. He wields an ancient loboshigaru bardiche of flowering golden lotuses with both hands. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest. Vivet bows respectfully to Zvoltz. You curtsey gracefully. Shyly, Serenguard Rivius Tarsuhl says, "Good day, Lord Zvoltz." Zvoltz, the Architect says, "I require your assistance." Aerys's ears perk up as her attention turns towards Zvoltz. Vivet tilts her head curiously. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl asks, "In what manner, Milord?" A heatless shimmer of sparks bursts into being above, dissipating to reveal a bobbing light of cheerful golden energy. You have emoted: Zyphora smiles at the bobbing light. "Quick, weren't you," she says, teasingly. His form flickering and blurring, Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Isune's working has come to fruition, calling forth from the Tapestry itself. I must bring it forth, but I pluck at the threads of another's weaving." The light titters with delight as it sparks harmlessly. Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Oh, I feel like I must have missed something." Aerys tilts her head curiously. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl says, "I'm afraid I'm out of the loop as well." Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Zyphora, you must recount the story of this being while I call it forth. The rest of you listen and focus on the image so that it will come forward in the Tapestry." Vivet nods solemnly. Zvoltz urges you onwards. To everyone, you say, "This is Tariel, a spark of inspiration brought into being by the Lady Isune. She has been ever-growing and developing into an idea, and she is ready to 'become.'" You say, "She is ready to transform into whatever she was meant to be." The little ball of light leaves Zyphora's side cautiously and floats closer towards Zvoltz, the Architect. Aerys wags her tail happily. Stormclouds roil in the sky above Hallifax as Zvoltz makes strange gestures with His hands, incanting in whispered Ae. "I am ready to be me," the little light's words whisper upon the wind. You say, "Lord Zvoltz has graciously offered His help in the Lady's stead, to help Tariel become." Jagged lines of pure power flicker among the clouds, just on the edge of visibility. Each line whips about until it anchors among another, twisting into strange angles. Talan looks up curiously. Kiradawea's ears perk up with a sudden interest. Elayde curtseys gracefully. Talan bows respectfully to Zvoltz. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl tilts her head curiously as she lets out a quiet 'Mrf?' Utterly entranced, Jeanne, the windmuse elemental emits a long "Ooooh." Zvoltz, the Architect's form blurs and shifts as sparks of light crackle around Him. Raising a hand over His head, Zvoltz begins to pluck at the lines high above, pulling them down as they twist into a vague shape filled with fulminating energy. Zvoltz, the Architect's body shatters into dazzling motes of light before reforming. Kiradawea's ears perk up with a sudden interest. Talan Ysav'rai, the Voice of Reason lets out a quiet gasp. Elanorwen chews on her lip, deep in thought. Primus Vivet Pavok narrows her eyes in concentration, attempting to see what is coming to be. The light brightens till it is near blinding and then the energies twist to reveal Tariel, Spark of Inspiration standing in their midst. Tariel, Spark of Inspiration is here, wreathed in divine fire. She is a radiant immortal and is illuminated by the subdued light of dawn that flickers across insubstantial, watercolour-smeared skin. Her corporeal form is that of a lithe maiden, solid, yet shifting from cloud into ivory hues painted with loose curls of rosy lips and haze-tossed, silvery tresses. Her eyes, moonstone mirrors smeared with glints of crystalline cyan, glimmer with curiosity from her youthful countenance. She is completely naked. Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Aha!" Talan inclines her head politely to Tariel. Tariel, Spark of Inspiration looks about herself startled. Primus Vivet Pavok says to Tariel, "Greetings, Tariel!" Execumatrix Kiradawea Startail Wave physicist says, "Oooh." Elayde curtseys gracefully before Tariel. Utterly entranced, Elanorwen emits a long "Ooooh." Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl smiles broadly and says, "Good morning to you, Tariel." Elanorwen inclines her head politely to Tariel. Coolly, Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Welcome to the First World at last, Tariel." Aerys inclines her head politely to Tariel. Raising her hand in greeting, Jeanne, the windmuse elemental says "Hi!" You curtsey gracefully before Tariel. Elayde Pavok says to Tariel, "May I offer you tea?" Rynkim, the Moon Squirrel bounces up and down. Tariel, Spark of Inspiration looks up at all the gathered faces and takes a step back. Talan gives a white cloak of sparkling winter furs to Tariel, Spark of Inspiration. With a soft sigh, you say to Tariel, "Ah, you are beautiful, Tariel!" Softly, Tariel, Spark of Inspiration says, "So many people... so many faces..." Talan Ysav'rai, the Voice of Reason says to Zvoltz, "Thank you." Execumatrix Kiradawea Startail Wave physicist says to Jeanne, the windmuse elemental, "We should probably give her a bit of space." Vivet claps her hands together merrily. Kiradawea's ears perk up with a sudden interest. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl says to Zvoltz, "Thank You, Milord." Perking up, Tariel, Spark of Inspiration says, "Zyphora... Zyphora! I know your voice." Execumatrix Kiradawea Startail Wave physicist says, "Thank You!" Elayde curtseys gracefully before Zvoltz. Entranced by you, Elanorwen emits a long "Ooooh." You have emoted: High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper raises her hand and waves at Tariel, laughing. Tariel, Spark of Inspiration looks about the gathered searching for you. Elayde Pavok says to Zvoltz, "You have my gratitude, Lord." You say, "I am here, Tariel." Primus Vivet Pavok says to Zvoltz, "Dazzling work as always, Lord Architect." You say, "Don't I look the same? Or have you been given new eyes?" Zvoltz, the Architect says to Vivet, "Naturally." Tariel, Spark of Inspiration takes a few slow steps, testing her feet which blur and take shape again as she walks. Elayde Pavok whispers to Talan, "She's beautiful." You smile and say to Zvoltz, "Thank You, my Lord." You curtsey gracefully before Zvoltz. Tariel, Spark of Inspiration gazes upon you with a soft smile upon her rosy lips. Talan Ysav'rai, the Voice of Reason says to Elayde, "Very little that is created by Lord Zvoltz is not." Tariel, Spark of Inspiration says to you, "You are... You are beautiful." Jeanne, the windmuse elemental says, "This is certainly gonna raise spirits for the upcoming struggle." Acknowledging Jeanne, the windmuse elemental's point to be true, Elanorwen nods her head gravely at her. Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Tariel has been called forth to serve Us and the Collective. I shall leave her in your care as the Trial of Life draws near." Rynkim, the Moon Squirrel nods his head enthusiastically at Jeanne, the windmuse elemental. Looking around, with a little more certainty to her voice, Tariel, Spark of Inspiration says, "Everyone here is so magnificent." Elayde Pavok says, "Maybe..some clothing?" Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Best of luck, My children. All of creation waits upon your success." Elayde gives an elegant white dress to you. Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Aye, Lord." Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl says, "Thank You again, Milord." Tariel, Spark of Inspiration tilts her head curiously and gazes upon Jeanne, the windmuse elemental. Zvoltz, the Architect says to Tariel, "Come to Me when you have steadied yourself." Elayde tells you, "Will you give that to her?" Tariel, Spark of Inspiration says, "Especially her!" Zvoltz, the Architect dissolves into jagged bolts of fulminating brilliance which burst into the air, racing away in all directions.