Quettle Senpai notices me

Daraius

I hesitate to post these logs for fear of jinxing things, but Master Q just makes me giddy. His first chat with Daraius (which was years ago) was deeply formative, so I'm including it here even though I'm sure I've posted it before. My logs are also adjusted for perspective, because I don't like reading things in second person. You can be a fly on the wall instead of pretending to be me!

The Soulless, the Loboshigaru, and the Lotus

(discussion occurred some time before 288 C.E.)

Daraius says, "Tell me again of the Golden Lotus."

Master Quettle says, "Yes, yes, the Golden Lotus. Tosha, the Meditative discovered it high upon the mountaintops here. He entrusted a single bloom to the Monastery's care, and we have kept it safe for a long time."

Master Quettle ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Master Quettle says, "If your quest for enlightenment beckons you, seeker, you can find the Lotus within the Monastery Tombs. You will learn the way down there if you meditate beside the Great Loboshi."

Daraius says, "Master Quettle, can you tell me of Tosha the Meditative?"

Master Quettle says, "Tosha, the Meditative taught us many things, including to temper our minds so we would not enter bloodlust. It is said that our ferocity is what lead the Soulless to find the loboshigaru."

Daraius says, "What do the Soulless have to do with the loboshigaru?"

Daraius's whiskers twitch abruptly.

Master Quettle says, "Mm?"

Master Quettle exclaims, "The Soulless had much to do with the loboshigaru!"

Daraius tilts his head curiously.

"The loboshigaru were hunted by one of them," says Master Quettle, as he studies Daraius from his meditation blanket. "We were a race of energy and power, which brought Their maws upon us."

Daraius flattens his ears against his head.

Master Quettle says, "We hunted in great packs, however, we were ferocious and wild. It is only with Tosha's teachings did we find inner calm."

Master Quettle nods his head slowly as a soft smile appears upon his features.

Daraius asks, "That is what saved us from being hunted?"

Master Quettle says, "Indeed. We drew into ourselves, curbed our instincts. But it is more than mere 'calming down', I would say." Master Quettle pauses for a moment, as if trying to find the right words, "Tosha's teachings were a monastic practice - a mystical experience that cloaked us in some strange way."

Daraius sits himself down.

Master Quettle eyes Daraius carefully as he sits and closes his eyes in meditation.

Sniffing carefully at a radiant pink and gold lotus, Daraius says, "And as for this flower? Were the teachings insufficient for some to overcome their natural, ah... aggression?"

His eyes still closed, Master Quettle says, "Yes, it is so. I am not sure why, perhaps there is something deep and repressed within our inner selves."

Daraius rumbles softly with a low growl.

Master Quettle quickly adds, "The Lotus was found by Tosha and it possessed some unusual calming effects. But the true nature or origin of it is lost, unfortunately."

As Daraius brings his nose closer to a radiant pink and gold lotus, he gives it a delicate sniff and inhales its sweet pollen. As the glittering substance tickles his nose, he lets out a sigh of relief as his body relaxes.

Daraius nods his head in agreement.

"I believe I recall a story of Tosha once making a tea of just the tiniest piece of the Lotus' petal," says the old loboshigaru.

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

Daraius swivels his ears towards Master Quettle, listening with rapt attention.

Opening his eyes this time to focus on Daraius's expression, Master Quettle says, "Mmm, yes, it was one of His first followers - one of the first 'monks' of Tosha. He lost his mate..."

Daraius's tail wags slightly, sweeping the floor behind him.

Master Quettle says, "She was murdered, slain not by a Soulless, but something nonetheless evil - her own pack-brother. He went mad with rage."

Master Quettle says, "Tosha knew that the Soulless ones would find the source of such great hate, such great ferality. He distilled only the smallest piece of the Lotus for a brew and gave it to him."

"And like magic, it soothed his spirit - his heart and mind were more receptive." Master Quettle smiles softly again, showing his canine teeth this time. "And thus, the monk's path started once again - aiming for enlightenment."

Daraius nods his head slowly in understanding.

Master Quettle wiggles his rear around, as if he is trying to wag a tail.

Daraius growls softly as he considers the story.

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "Have you found yourself succumbing to rage, pup?"

Daraius becomes suddenly rigid and his fur bristles in agitation.

Master Quettle stares more fixedly at Daraius, his brow creasing at his sudden agitation.

Dutifully brushing down his fur, Daraius says, "No, not in a long, long time."

Daraius says, "It is just troubling to me that we are so prone to it."

Daraius says, "I attempt to live a life of sincerity, but I am at all times denying my nature."

Master Quettle emits a soft growl before murmuring, "Yes, such is our weight to bear."

Master Quettle closes his eyes and bows his head in meditation.

Quietly, Daraius says, "Forgive me if I am interrupting your meditations. Thank you for speaking with me."

Turning the lotus over and over in his paws, Daraius says, "It is a small comfort to know that this is attainable."

"I am glad to speak sometimes," Master Quettle offers with shut-eyes. "It is awfully quiet within the Monastery, save for a handful who beg off the monks."

Daraius nods his head sagely.

Daraius says, "There is a pilgrim who needs this more than I do. I will deliver it to him now."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Daraius bows respectfully to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle serenely clasps his hands and bows.

Master Quettle says, "Take care, pup."

Daraius says, "May you be well, Master."

Daraius

Then he never talked to me again. Until one day...

Teatime With Quettle and a Disciple

(18-20 Klangiary, 396 C.E.)

A curving stairway of stone. (road).

Thick dreamy cotton clouds are spread across the firmament. The steps of the stone stairway gain more substance as the stairway climbs higher, hugging the slope as it twists its way up the mountainside. A lone, dead tree hangs over the path, its lanky branches casting thin shadows across the stairs. With grey-feathered wings unfurled, a tawny gryphon is here, surrounded by a halo of white light.

You see exits leading east and west.

Slavering, a bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim lopes into view.

Daraius says to a bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim, "Go from this place. You are not well."

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim snarls viciously.

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim beats Daraius about the head with a holy book.

Daraius begins to wield a monk's staff capped with gold and beryl mandalas in his hands.

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim rakes his claws across Daraius's chest.

Daraius says, "I did not wish for violence."

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim snarls viciously.

With a quick spin, Daraius kicks a bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim with his left foot.

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim howls angrily as his fresh wounds suddenly heal!

With a quick spin, Daraius strikes a bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim with a monk's staff capped with gold and beryl mandalas.

You have scored a CRITICAL hit!

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim howls angrily as his fresh wounds suddenly heal!

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim snarls viciously.

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim sinks his teeth into Daraius's flesh, viciously trying to rip it from the bone.

Daraius breaks his sequence of Kata form prematurely.

A bloodthirsty loboshigaru pilgrim pumps out at Daraius with a powerful side kick.

He connects to the torso!

A snarling howl echoes through the Monastery.

[retreat to Master Quettle's Chambers]

Daraius bows respectfully to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle serenely clasps his hands and bows.

Master Quettle bows respectfully to Daraius.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "Is all well within the monastery? I heard an unusual howl."

Master Quettle says, "All is well for me and mine, pup."

Daraius nods his head slowly in understanding.

Another howl, another snarl. The Monastery shudders with sound.

Daraius swivels his ears about, focusing on some errant sound.

Master Quettle's ears move in the same motion, hearing the sound.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "I will investigate."

Master Quettle says, "One of the pilgrims has fallen victim to his bloodlust, hmm pup?"

Daraius says, "I did see one higher on the mountain than they usually venture, yes."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

His brows knitting slightly, and only for an instant, Daraius says to Master Quettle, "I don't suppose the lotus has been cultivated?"

Master Quettle says, "It has not, pup. The Lotus remains fallow."

Daraius rumbles softly with a low growl.

Master Quettle growls softly, his chest rising with the sound.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "What do you propose, Master? I know many of your monks have trained in the art of kata. Will they be able to repel an incursion?"

Daraius says, "I may be able to mobilize my city to assist the ancestral masters with the cure, if you would rather avoid violence."

Master Quettle nods his head. "Aye," he snarls, "My monks are trained and prepared to fend for themselves. Though it is always better to tend to the pilgrims - violence is like a disease, its continued presence infects all."

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

Master Quettle ponders Daraius's profile carefully. "Your city, pup?"

Master Quettle says, "I am too old to remember where you are all from. To many things to think about."

Master Quettle creases his brow in a frown.

His tail swaying briefly, Daraius says, "The city of Hallifax, I mean. I am their Ambassador."

Master Quettle says, "Hmm. I read a lovely story about a pack from Hallifax. Did one of yours write it, pup?" Master Quettle considers Daraius further, a contented growl escaping his muzzle. "I asked the others to tend to the records for authentification. But our scrolls are old and faded."

Daraius pauses for a second in contemplation.

Calmly, Master Quettle says, "All stories have a kernel of truth, even the most legendary."

Master Quettle bares a toothy, old grin.

Daraius says, "Perhaps you've come across a copy of 'The Glorious Expedition.' It tells of a noble pack assisting a Hallifaxian exploration mission, and ultimately joining the Collective."

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

Master Quettle nods, his grizzled head twisting and flicking his fur. "Yes, that sounds familiar. A disciple brought it by. It was a nice story."

Master Quettle wiggles his rear around, as if he were trying to wag a tail.

Daraius's eyes brighten and his tail begins to wag.

Quettle's tail did wag, like a loboshigaru.

Daraius bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Daraius says, "The author has also unearthed some documentation on the loboshigaru population of my city during the Imperial age. It seems there were some ties between Hallifax and the monastery, but of course it was long before your time or mine."

Quirking his ear attentively, Daraius says, "But I am digressing... do you think the danger has passed?"

The winds from the Razines sweep through the monastery.

Master Quettle pauses, his face creasing with lines as he listens to Daraius. "Did he, pup?" The Master brings a paw to his chin, petting it as if gingerly rubbing. "Hmm?"

Master Quettle says, "I imagine so."

Master Quettle says, "Do you hear any more snarls? These old ears."

Daraius grows very still, his eyes dimming as he swivels his ears around slowly and deliberately.

Master Quettle stays quiet, for a moment, waiting for Daraius's response. Finally, he growls, "Pup?"

The winds from the Razines sweep through the monastery.

Daraius says, "I hear nothing but the crickets and the wind."

Master Quettle says, "Then we are safe to continue our chat."

A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.

Daraius ceases to wield a loboshigaru monk's staff.

Daraius settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As he brings his hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, he exhales, all tension leaving his body.

To one of the brothers, Master Quettle says, "Go, bring us some tea."

Master Quettle settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As he brings his hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, he exhales, all tension leaving his body.

The monk bows low and departs upon the order.

With a short growl of contrition, Daraius says, "I was once quite diligent in cultivating the cure for those errant pilgrims."

A monk disciple in grey robes brings forth a steaming kettle of tea and hands it to the Master, bowing.

Daraius dips his muzzle politely towards the tea-bearing monk.

Master Quettle says, "And why have you decided otherwise, pup?"

Master Quettle takes the kettle, withdrawing three cups from his robes. One by one, he pours the brackish liquid, handing one to Daraius and the assisting monk. "Stay a while, and listen," he mentions.

Flattening his ears against his head, Daraius says, "I did not decide consciously to stop, but rather, it became an intractable task."

His ears flattening, a monk disciple in grey robes says, "I thank you, Master Quettle."

A monk disciple in grey robes settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As he brings his hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, he exhales, all tension leaving his body.

Master Quettle's ears flatten. "An intractable task you say?"

Daraius says, "My efforts did not seem to curb the spread of the disease, and I could not justify working so ceaselessly outside the direct service of the Collective."

A monk disciple in grey robes's ears swivel towards Daraius with interest.

A snarl escaping his muzzle, Master Quettle says, "It is not the point to curb the disease, pup. The disease is a part of us; always and forever. We cultivate the Lotus to aid those who need help."

A monk disciple in grey robes nods solemnly to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle takes a sip of tea with almost mock daintiness.

The winds from the Razines sweep through the monastery.

Daraius flinches almost imperceptibly at Master Quettle's snarl, but disguises the reflex with a short nod.

A monk disciple in grey robes takes the cup in his paw and sips it slowly.

Master Quettle registers Daraius's response, taking another sip of tea. "You require the order of your City to guide further action?"

Daraius tilts his head to the side in a quintessentially canine fashion.

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

Master Quettle returns the gesture. "Did I say something confusing, pup? Or are your ears bad too?"

 

Daraius says, "I am not sure I understand what you ask."

Turning to the disciple, Master Quettle says, "Do you understand, disciple?"

Voice calm as he nods, a monk disciple in grey robes says, "I believe the Master asks what guides you. Restraint is key to our kind. We of the monastery find our restraint here."

Daraius's placid gaze follows Master Quettle's to the face of his disciple.

Master Quettle nods slowly, but nonetheless in agreement with the disciple.

Daraius says, "Ah, yes. It is the order and structure and law of Hallifax that allows me that restraint."

His tail briefly sweeping the floor behind him, Daraius says, "But I did train here as well in my youth."

With a contemplative growl, a monk disciple in grey robes says, "Did you then expand on the techniques learned here with those of Hallifax?"

Master Quettle says, "A good question." Master Quettle takes another sip, this time a bit longer than before. Gently, he rests the cup in his paw. "A good question, indeed."

The winds from the Razines sweep through the monastery.

Nodding in agreement, Daraius says, "A good question, but a difficult one. For me, being Hallifaxian and being a monk are inseparable facets of my identity."

Master Quettle says, "But surely, ones that may and can conflict."

Daraius's whiskers droop slightly, a soft, disconcerted growl rumbling in his chest as he gathers his thoughts.

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

With an inquisitive twitch of his whiskers, a monk disciple in grey robes says, "Yet you have found harmony in them?"

Folding his paws placidly in his lap, Daraius says, "I suppose... In Hallifax, initially, I handicapped my own strength by becoming an aeromancer. It was not until I learned balance and discipline here, training in your own halls and spending time quietly among the hemp and rice fields that I could embrace the martial arts without fear of losing restraint."

Daraius says, "And in Hallifax, there is no question of one's place in society. There is no risk of becoming restless or aimless. I am comfortably bound in my caste and my office."

Baring his teeth genteelly, Daraius says, "And there is the decorum expected of my family, so counter to our most fundamental nature, that helps to keep that nature in check."

Tilting his head quizzically, a monk disciple in grey robes says, "They are a pack of similarly minded loboshigaru?"

Daraius issues a soft sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle.

Daraius says, "No, not a pack I'm afraid. The vassal packs were largely lost during or before the Taint Wars."

Daraius says, "I was adopted into a noble lucidian House."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Daraius

Teatime Continued, and Something Important About Tosha

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "Drink your tea, pup. It is getting cold."

Master Quettle sips the last dregs of his tea, placing the cup onto the ground.

A monk disciple in grey robes drinks his as if in admonishment.

Daraius's fur bristles slightly as he gathers up the tea cup and takes a hasty sip.

Closing his eyes, Master Quettle says, "We are very glad that you have found harmony, pup. All of us here."

A monk disciple in grey robes nods in quiet agreement, tail wagging.

His tail swishing briefly behind him, Daraius says, "Thank you, Master. I hope I have not misrepresented the lessons I took from here."

Daraius says, "And I am grateful not to have been turned away whenever I've visited in these intervening years."

Master Quettle says, "You are welcome." He gives Daraius a toothy, canine smile. "All loboshigaru have a room here, pup. We care for each other."

A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.

With an odd canine smile, a monk disciple in grey robes says, "One could say that we are not ones for discord."

A low, contented growl arises within Master Quettle's chest.

Delicately, Daraius says, "I imagine you would soon like to return to your meditations.. but, may I ask something of you? It is a matter of history that has been on my mind for some time."

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

Master Quettle tilts his head to one side in a quintessentially canine fashion.

Master Quettle says, "I'm listening."

Dipping his muzzle politely, Daraius says, "It concerns the art of kata, and its use among the monks here. The current and the ancestral masters refer to it, but it is widely believe to be a product of the kephera and illithoid of the undervault."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Daraius asks Master Quettle, "I have often wondered, did the monks of the monastery cross paths with those reclusive populations in antiquity, or did they come to an independent understanding of kata?"

Master Quettle says, "Mmm. To be quite honest, I do not remember. We will have to dredge up those old, old scrolls."

A monk disciple in grey robes dips his muzzle in quiet agreement.

Daraius's eyes dim, but his expression remains unchanged.

Helpfully, Daraius says, "Perhaps something from Master Letep's library-tomb..."

Master Quettle says, "What I do know, is that we were taught our kata from Tosha Himself. Where He learned of this... is a story to be read."

Daraius nods, his ears trained attentively on Master Quettle.

Daraius says, "You refer to him with understandable reverence... Was he raised as a vernal god?"

To the disciple, Master Quettle says, "Can you answer that, pup?"

Daraius's golden eyes dart towards the disciple.

A monk disciple in grey robes's ears swivels towards the Master and he nods once more.

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

With a deep, resonant growl, a monk disciple in grey robes says to Daraius, "It was long ago. Many years ago, in the midst of the Vernal Wars, in fact."

Daraius nods encouragingly, his tail thumping lightly against the floor behind him.

With a twitch of his whiskers, a monk disciple in grey robes says to Daraius, "The loboshigaru known as Tosha was raised from an edifice of power, one constructed by fellow loboshigarus via the teachings of D'Varsha."

A monk disciple in grey robes says, "We still aspire to those teachings here."

Daraius's eyes brighten dramatically.

In an awed whisper, Daraius says, "Fascinating."

Daraius asks, "But his gift to our race was to hide us from the Soulless, rather than to fight them as the other vernals did?"

A monk disciple in grey robes turns to his Master for this, ears perked attentively.

Master Quettle says, "He did not fight, that is correct. But he did not hide us per se."

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

Master Quettle says, "He taught us His kata, which the earliest of us mastered so they needed no food, no water, no sleep. We did not need to roam to find sustenance and thus be found by the Soulless."

Master Quettle says, "Is that hiding? Or is that patience?"

Master Quettle pats a paw against his chin, contemplatively.

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

His whiskers twitching slightly, Daraius says, "Perhaps I misunderstood your earlier lesson. I'd believed the monastic practices served as something of a cloak from the Soulless, who were otherwise drawn to the energy and ferocity of the loboshigaru."

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

A growl slips from Master Quettle's muzzle. "Perhaps it is a misunderstanding. The early masters became still as statues, so quiet that even their hearts appeared stopped."

Master Quettle says, "We did not cloak ourselves, but simply stop."

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

Nodding slowly, Daraius says, "I see. Did the teaching predate his ascension? I imagine he was recognized as... special, else he would not have been raised."

Dipping his muzzle contritely, Daraius says, "Forgive me if I am too inquisitive. There are so few who know anything about this topic that so often concerns me."

Master Quettle growls again, more like a drawing of breath than anything else. "That, I do not know. He taught the early masters, but did He originate them?" Master Queetle shakes his head.

Master Quettle shakes his head, rather.

The silence of the monastery is broken by the singing of the crickets.

Daraius says, "My apologies. The question I meant was: was he sharing his teachings before he was chosen to be raised? I am content to believe that he developed them, if no proof exists to the contrary, but I wonder if they were a consequence of his vernal power."

Master Quettle shrugs helplessly.

A monk disciple in grey robes placidly sips his tea.

Master Quettle says, "We have no records prior to Tosha's estabishment of the monastery."

Looking about as sheepish as a loboshigaru can, Daraius says, "It is unfair of me to expect you to know all the answers I seek."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in a toothy, canine smile.

Master Quettle says, "Did that satisfy your curiosity, pup?"

Earnestly, Daraius says, "You have been quite generous with your time and information, Master. I am thoroughly contented."

A monk disciple in grey robes bares a grin in turn, looking pleased as he wags his tail.

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

Daraius says, "But some of what you've told me is not widely known. Am I at liberty to share what I've learned?"

Daraius asks, "And may I continue to explore Master Letep's library in search of those old, old scrolls you mentioned?"

Daraius flattens his ears against his head.

Master Quettle says, "We have no need for secrets here." Master Quettle nods his head, contently. "And yes, of course. But we ask of one thing: if you acquire more documents on these vassal packs - be willing to share with us. Building our libraries would be mutually beneficial."

Quettle's tail wags back and forth behind him.

His ears perking up, Daraius says, "Yes, of course! You can't imagine how pleased I would be to see a relationship restored between the monastery and my city."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in a toothy, canine smile.

Daraius says, "The citizens of old Hallifax recognized there was wisdom here. I trust my contemporaries shall as well."

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

Master Quettle says, "It is settled then."

A monk disciple in grey robes nods in assent.

Fishing a small crystalline scroll from his pocket and rapidly entering notes with his claws, Daraius says, "What is the best method to ensure the materials reach you? I don't suppose you have a secretary?"

Daraius glances at the disciple.

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.

A monk disciple in grey robes chuckles with a deep growl.

Master Quettle says, "... a secretary?"

To the disciple, Master Quettle says, "We are all our own secretary, are we not, disciple?"

Hastily, Daraius asks, "Or a... scribe? An archivist?"

A monk disciple in grey robes says to Master Quettle, "One could say so, Master."

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Daraius says, "In any case, I will be happy to foster a continuing relationship between our societies." He dips his muzzle solemnly, saying with a soft growl, "And I shall be more attentive to wayward brothers who have fallen ill."

Master Quettle presses his paws together, a soundless clap. "Good, good, pup. We shall share stories in the near future."

Daraius allows a contented growl to rise in his chest as he returns his tea, barely touched, to the disciple with a polite bow of his head.

Master Quettle bows respectfully to Daraius.

Daraius says, "Thank you both for your time."

A monk disciple in grey robes takes the tea lightly in his paws before rising, and nods. "It has been a pleasure."

Clasping his paws before him and offering a polite bow, his tail swaying happily behind him, Daraius says, "May you be well, and your efforts fruitful."

Daraius

And so, after getting clearance from the Librarian...

Lobo Book Club

(21-23 Dvarsh, 400 C.E.)

Daraius dips his muzzle politely to Master Quettle and the other monks as he enters.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "Good morning, Master Quettle, and pardon my intrusion. I have brought the texts you requested when we last spoke."

Politely inclining his head, Master Quettle smiles a canine attempt at a smile: his teeth baring. "Is that so?" the elder loboshigaru replies, his hands folded in his lap.

Nodding briefly, Daraius says, "Indeed. There are quite a few of them, each related to the topic of the vassal packs of old Hallifax in some way or another."

Daraius says, "I think they will be valuable additions to your archives."

Extending a hand to take these texts, Master Quettle says, "Well, let us see them then."

Master Quettle nods in agreement. "I do hope so."

Daraius's tail wavers enthusiastically behind him as he quickly organizes the stack of texts.

Daraius says, "First is Lord Windwhisper's primary piece on the subject: On the Vassal Packs of Hallifax. He explains his research on the subject and his findings, as interpreted from several archaeological sites and archival records."

Daraius gives an ornate gem-adorned journal to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle says, "Many thanks, but a humble monk does not need such things."

Master Quettle bows before Daraius, then hands the item back.

Glancing askance, Daraius says, "I will just... set that here..."

Daraius drops an ornate gem-adorned journal.

Shaking his head, Master Quettle says, "Oh, no give it here, pup."

Daraius picks up an ornate gem-adorned journal.

Daraius gives an ornate gem-adorned journal to Master Quettle.

A contented growl escapes Daraius's chest.

Daraius says, "The analysis is fascinating, of course, but I personally find the companion piece even more engaging. It is the catalogue of primary source documents and artifacts Portius found in his investigation."

Daraius pats a shimmering scientific ledger in a friendly manner.

Withdrawing the journal close to his body, Master Quettle pries the text open with a clawed digit. At Daraius's words, the loboshigaru tilts his head to the side to listen. "There is a companion piece?" he asks, clearly interested.

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Daraius settles into a comfortable position on the floor, edging close enough to Master Quettle to hand him the texts while maintaining a respectful distance.

Daraius gives a shimmering scientific ledger to Master Quettle.

His tail sweeping the floor behind him, Daraius says, "His findings indicate the loboshigaru of old Hallifax were chiefly a military asset to the city, but made a number of other contributions to our society as well."

Master Quettle closes the first book and places the ledger upon it, prying it open as well. The loboshigaru's milk-brown eyes flick across the pages as he casually thumbs past. Nodding, Quettle tilts his head to the other side to listen closer, his tail sweeping behind him. "A military asset you say?"

Daraius nods his head emphatically.

Still scanning the open text, Master Quettle says, "I imagine there were chants or meditations for keeping calm the-- aha!" The loboshigaru ferally grins. "Yes, there we are."

Daraius says, "A number of our inherent qualities were of value to the city in those times. Our natural robustness, resistance to the fire typically employed by our traditional enemy.. The pack structure lent itself easily to military formation, and so on."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Rising his gaze to fall upon you, Master Quettle says, "It is a shame that our library is so disheveled. I shall have to make sure we tend to that someday." Turning to one of the brothers, the Master remarks, "Make note, brother."

A brother of enlightenment nods his head emphatically.

A brother of enlightenment says, "Certainly, Master Quettle."

Master Quettle's tail flicks back and forth, a gleeful sentiment.

Reassuringly, Daraius says, "I trust there are some valuable works that can be salvaged."

Daraius says, "One piece I've brought, in fact, came from Master Letep's tomb."

Master Quettle's ears swivel and perk up. "What did you find?"

Gingerly selecting a hemp-bound booklet from his collection, Daraius says, "This was little more than a loose assortment of papers, but I managed to translate, transcribe, and collate them."

Daraius gives a hemp-bound booklet adorned with a knotwork lotus to Master Quettle.

Comprehension flashes across Master Quettle's face.

Master Quettle says, "Perhaps next time you can bring that as well, so we may have copies of those old things."

Flattening his ears against his head, Daraius says, "Ah, of course."

Daraius says, "They are the assertions of one monk, Brother Kunak, but I was unable to place him in the timeline of the monastery. He may have lived and died before even your time, Master Quettle."

Master Quettle pauses, making a soft growling sound.

Master Quettle says, "I am not sure I recall that name. So you might be correct, pup."

With a soft growl of assent, Daraius says, "Some of the instructions seem to align with the current teachings of the monastery, but others are clearly more radical."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Master Quettle says, "Tell me then, pup, what did you discover?"

Indicating the hemp-bound booklet with a subtle dip of his muzzle, Daraius says, "Kunak advocated isolation and sensory deprivation as a means of restraint, in addition to the traditional practices of martial arts and meditation taught today."

Master Quettle's eyes flick to the booklet and then back to you. He is clearly listening.

With a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle, Daraius says, "He was sometimes called 'Kunak-in-his-cell,' because the answer to the question 'Where's Kunak?' was usually 'in his cell.'"

Master Quettle, in fact, growls instead of chuckles.

Daraius becomes suddenly still, observing Master Quettle's reaction carefully.

Master Quettle dips his muzzle, indicating you to go on.

Daraius says, "But, ah.. Despite the extremes to which he developed his practice, I took it as a demonstration that there are numerous paths to enlightenment."

Glancing through his texts, Daraius says, "Oh, here is a particularly relevant book, again from Lord Windwhisper."

Master Quettle growls appreciatively, responding, "That is true - there are numerous paths." The loboshigaru's face brightens with clarity as you find the book. "This Lord Windwhisper is quite taken with our kin."

Rifling through the pages to refresh his memory of their contents, Daraius gives a simple leather journal to Master Quettle.

Daraius says, "Yes, he certainly is! He is among the Commonwealth's foremost scholars, so I am particularly honored that he has dedicated such attention and effort to this topic."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

A soft growl rising in his chest, Daraius says, "That text contains what few records remain detailing the relationship between he monastery and the loboshigaru living in old Hallifax."

Daraius says, "The records were sadly sparse, but they indicate that the Hallifaxians saw some value in the Toshan monastic tradition. The practices did not become widespread, but their influence was felt, particularly among the loboshigaru population."

Master Quettle's tail sweeps behind him as he inspects the latest book, casually moving between the pages.

Master Quettle says, "I will have to see, someday, whether we have our version of the similar records."

Daraius's eyes brighten considerably, but his expression remains unchanged.

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

A note of loss in his tone, Daraius says, "So much of our archive was rendered unsalvageable when our city was locked out of time. I do hope the monastery's records are able to fill some of the gaps."

Daraius

A Princess Joins the Book Club

Dakhamunzu arrives from the northeast.

Dakhamunzu inclines her head politely to Daraius.

Daraius Shevat dips his muzzle politely to Dakhamunzu.

Master Quettle inclines his head politely to Dakhamunzu.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Greetings, Ambassador and Master Quettle."

Consulting his pocket watch, Daraius says, "Good evening to you."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Are you two currently busy? Would it be best to come back 

another time?"

Dakhamunzu glances at Daraius appraisingly, antennae twitching in his direction as she turns her attention to him.

Master Quettle says, "We are merely having a chat, kephera. That is all. Sharing stories of things from long ago."

Dakhamunzu swivels to pay full attention to Master Quettle.

Antennae bobbing, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "May I stay and listen?"

Daraius asks Dakhamunzu, "Do you have a particular interest in loboshigaru history or Hallifaxian scholarship?"

Head tilting as she considers, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Hallifaxian scholarship yes, loboshigaru history... I was intending to investigate the monastery at some point so I suppose in a manner."

Daraius Shevat nods placidly towards Dakhamunzu, then glances to Master Quettle expectantly.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "As you said when we last spoke, we have no need for secrets here. I have only a few more works to show you, anyhow."

Offering a kind, grandfatherly shrug, Master Quettle says, "If that is all right with this old pup, I have no problems."

Dakhamunzu eyes and abdomen glow a soft emerald as she beams widely.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Thank you!"

Daraius Shevat edges slightly to his right, making room for Dakhamunzu to sit across from Master Quettle

Daraius settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As he brings his hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, he exhales, all tension leaving his body.

Dakhamunzu settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As she brings her 

hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, she exhales, all tension leaving her body.

Looking through his remaining texts, Daraius says, "Where was I... Ah yes, one biography, and two pieces of literature."

Baring his teeth genteelly, Daraius gives a slate grey book to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle places the previous book aside, locating the new one upon his lap. He looks away to inspect it, his ears perked as if ready to listen.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "This book is a brief account of the life and death of one Hallifaxian loboshigaru, Manana Kanimi."

Daraius says, "Again, from Lord Windwhisper, who has compiled several such chronicles of various paragons of Hallifaxian society."

Questioningly, Master Quettle says, "Paragons?"

Dakhamunzu's antennae flicker between the two and her fingers trail towards her backpack.

Dakhamunzu takes a personal journal from a durable emerald green pack.

Daraius taps his chin with one claw, a soft growl rising in his chest as he gathers his thoughts.

Master Quettle does not look up from the text; indeed, his eyes seem focused on "The Life of Manana Kanimi," reading as he listens.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "Citizens who embodied the virtues of Hallifaxian society, role models that others should emulate in some way or another."

Dakhamunzu begins to write down the title of the book in a personal journal by forcing indents into the page with a finger.

His tail swishing rhythmically behind him, Daraius says, "This Manana was of particular interest because she became one of very few loboshigaru to join the scientific caste."

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Earnestly, with no hint of shame in his tone, Daraius says, "As you know, we are not regarded as the most intelligent of races, and indeed, even Manana was prone to the same shortcomings we all face."

Acknowledging your point to be true, Master Quettle nods his head gravely at you.

Dakhamunzu's antennae flicker between Master Quettle and you.

Daraius says, "But with the aid of a tutor from the monastery, and through her own immense self-discipline, she was able to achieve a status that was typically enjoyed only by the brilliant lucidian and trill scientists of the era."

Placing a paw against a furry cheek, Master Quettle says, "I would wonder who this tutor would have been."

Daraius's brows knit subtly, and only for an instant.

Daraius says, "He is unnamed in that text, I think... But again, the records date to a time long before the Taint Wars, so his identity may be lost."

Dakhamunzu's antennae droop for an instance in disappointment.

Master Quettle skips away and fixates upon the kephera. "Why so glum, student?" he asks with a growl.

Flattening his ears against his head, Daraius says, "It should be noted that due to the fragmentary nature of those records, some details may have been supplied by Lord Windwhisper."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "If she rose into such high respect in Hallifax her teacher must have been a truly inspiring individual."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Master Quettle, "I am disappointed that we might never know who that person is."

Daraius ponders the situation.

Daraius says, "Well you see..."

Dakhamunzu glances at Daraius appraisingly, antennae twitching in his direction as she turns her attention to him.

Daraius says to Dakhamunzu, "He did not teach her science or medicine, but rather to clear her mind. It is the never ending burden of all loboshigaru to conquer our baser instincts, and there are many paths to this clarity."

Daraius says, "But the Hallifaxian records, naturally, are interested more in the results of Manana attaining clarity, rather than the sage who showed her the way."

Humming, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Still, he or she must have had deep impact on Manana's life. We are the sum of our past after all."

Dakhamunzu mandibles quiver for a moment.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "There are female monks, yes?"

With a brief nod towards Master Quettle, Daraius says to Dakhamunzu, "It may be that the monastery's archives contain a record of Manana's time here, with greater homage paid to her tutor."

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "Another endeavour we shall have to investigate."

Lips curling up at the corners, Master Quettle's mouth twists into a decidedly feral grin.

Dakhamunzu hums a happy tune.

Steepling his paws under his chin, Daraius rhythmically taps the claws of his index fingers together.

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Master Quettle says, "There have been female monks within the Monastery, yes."

Daraius says, "Two of the ancestral masters are female, but the current crop of seekers are primarily male."

With an assenting growl, Master Quettle says, "Masters Alilak and Aylat."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "A disappointment. I would have liked to meet a female Master."

Master Quettle grins again: equally feral, with the slyness of a wolf.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Master Quettle, "Not that I have any doubts that you preform admirably despite your gender."

Daraius studies Master Quettle's expressions with careful scrutiny, as if taking mental notes.

Master Quettle chuckles a growl. "I have yet to have any complaints," the loboshigaru remarks.

Master Quettle says to you, "Perhaps you can show the kephera our old Masters sometime in the future, aye pup?"

Dakhamunzu tilts her head curiously.

With a single nod, Daraius says to Master Quettle, "If she wishes it."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "I would like it, if for no other reason but for the fact that I am curious how corpses can be interesting."

His teeth flashing briefly, Daraius says to Dakhamunzu, "They are our honored ancestors."

Daraius returns his attention to Master Quettle, serenity reasserting itself over his features.

Gently patting the two remaining texts in his lap, Daraius says, "If you are not overburdened with prose, Master, I have two final pieces of literature for you."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Daraius, "I meant no disrespect. How should I have phrased that?"

Master Quettle barks a laugh this time. As he returns to his normally composed self, he nods sharply to Daraius.

Dakhamunzu's antennae twitch as she strokes her mandibles in thought.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "You mentioned that a disciple had brought you at least an excerpt from 'The Glorious Expedition,' which tells of a Hallifaxian team of explorers and their encounters with outlying civilizations and tribes."

Nodding, Master Quettle says, "That is correct."

Dakhamunzu turns a page in a personal journal and scratches another title onto the next page.

Daraius says, "As it happens, many of the characters in that epic poem come from a very old Hallifaxian literary tradition, and while they are not necessarily representative of actual individuals, they reflect certain values and themes, and serve specific literary functions."

Daraius gives a slate grey book to Master Quettle.

His tail thumping happily on the floor behind him, Daraius says, "This is a deeper exploration of the character of Maka, the pack leader that encountered the Hallifaxian expedition and assisted them in their efforts."

Daraius says, "In this piece, he serves as something of an Ambassador to the wayward packs of the Basin, attempting to teach them Hallifaxian virtue as a means of conquering their instincts."

Once again, Master Quettle places the previous book in his lap with the new one, his milk-brown eyes narrowing upon the cover. His paws open it up, passing through the pages with a cursory glance. "Maka then is fictional, yes? What is his-- ahhh..."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.

Looking away from the book and to Daraius, Master Quettle says, "Both paragons, literal and figurative. You are served well, pup."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in some semblance of a smile.

Daraius dips his muzzle to Master Quettle in assent and humility.

Dakhamunzu antennae quiver between the two in frantic curiosity.

Daraius says, "Fictional, yes, but part of the literary tradition that dates back at least to the Imperial period..." he glances at a silvery letter tucked between the pages of one of his books, continuing, "Maka represents an archetypal loboshigaru leader and sage.""

Dakhamunzu underlines 'The Glorious Expedition' in a personal journal.

To the kephera, Master Quettle says, "Do your people have something similar?"

Daraius Shevat swivels one ear towards Dakhamunzu, keeping the other trained on Master Quettle.

With a curious head tilt, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Paragons or leaders and sages?"

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Dakhamunzu hums thoughtfully.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "I still have much to learn about my own people and Queen Azus teaches me when she can. The closest thing we have to all three would be our Queens."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "I can't tell you much but that they are truly the best of our race. The most intelligent and wise, they serve as our leaders."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Of course every kephera has their part but we truly hold our Queens in the highest regard."

Master Quettle says, "There is much to learn about your people, kephera. As they too practice martial arts. I wonder how much comparison there is."

Daraius nods his head at Master Quettle, showing his acceptance.

Daraius says, "Another topic of great interest to me."

Shrugging, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Queen Azus would be the better choice to talk to on that matter. She is the Khan en-Wilde."

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "Perhaps a lucrative comparison is in order, with you, Lord Windwhisper, and this Queen Azus."

His eyes dimming slightly, Daraius says, "As it happens, Hive Queen Azus has extended an invitation to the Monks of Hallifax, but various obstacles have prevented us from following through on it."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "She once mentioned that Hallifax might be sending her a monk."

Master Quettle tilts his head to one side to listen better. "What do you mean, pup? What sort of obstacles have prevented you?" he questions.

Daraius bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Master Quettle tilts his head and listens intently to Dakhamunzu.

Daraius says, "She sought a representative from our initiative to study with her hive. They were not to take up the shofangi martial arts, but simply to observe and participate in kepheran monastic culture."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "It was in passing when a new comer came to the commune. She mistook him for the possible student."

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "Hallifax is beginning their own Monastery??"

His lips curling up at the corners with predatory intent, Master Quettle flashes Dakhamunzu a decidedly feral grin.

Master Quettle says to Dakhamunzu, "I imagine that happens quite often."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "I know not, I have only seen it happen the once."

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "There is a group of citizens interested in monastic practices, and in exploring the... what is the phrase? The intersection between of being a Hallifaxian and being a monk."

Master Quettle nods his head at Daraius.

Master Quettle says, "Perhaps an incentive for Lord Windwhisper's study on the vassal packs and their relation to our Monastery."

Daraius tilts his head quizically, causing his ears to flop over to one side.

Dakhamunzu forces the word vassel as an indent onto a page in a personal journal.

Master Quettle says to you, "Why, if you are seeking an intersection of monkhood and Hallifaxian decorum, those legacies that the packs possess from our Monastery is perhaps quite interesting for you."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Master Quettle says, "As is, a study of kepheran monk orders."

With a gentle growl, Daraius says, "Yes, of course. As I've mentioned, I would be thoroughly pleased to strengthen the relationship between the monastery and Hallifax."

Daraius says, "The initiative remains in its infancy, but we expect to explore these angles with time."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Daraius says to Dakhamunzu, "I am pleased to hear our arrangement with Hive Queen Azus is not entirely forgotten. I will see to reopening the negotiation."

Dakhamunzu hums a happy tune.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "I look forward to hearing of it."

Master Quettle claps his paws together, the book upon his lap accidentally sliding to the ground. "I would very much be interested in hearing what turns out from this gathering." To Daraius, the loboshigaru remarks, "You will be good to keep us informed, yes?"

Earnestly, Daraius says to Master Quettle, "Of course, Master. I would be honored."

Dakhamunzu's antennae swivel between Master Quettle and Daraius at leisurely pace.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "I do have one last piece of literature for you, but it is a little grim."

Dakhamunzu flips to a new page in a personal journal.

Master Quettle tilts his head and listens intently to you.

Adding hastily, Daraius says, "Only in that it concerns the death of Maka. His final instructions to his protege are rather hopeful, actually."

Daraius gives a wide scroll of parchment and wood to Master Quettle.

Dakhamunzu frowns slightly.

Softly, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Could I ask for the title?"

Daraius says to Dakhamunzu, "Old Maka's Doom, by Lord Portius Windwhisper."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to you, "Thank you."

Master Quettle raises the gifted scroll to his muzzle, his eyes flicking line by line.

Dakhamunzu pushes her finger into the page and begins to write with a rather determined expression.

Master Quettle says to you, "You are correct, it is quite grim."

Partly to Dakhamunzu, Daraius says, "In this tale, Maka and his young charge Quinno pursue an enemy of Hallifax. Maka takes a blow for Quinno, saving the younger loboshigaru's life, but at the cost of his own."

Dakhamunzu hums thoughtfully and nods towards you in thanks.

His eyes brightening, Daraius says, "But it is fiction, after all, and in the literary tradition he imparts wisdom at his death."

Dakhamunzu tilts her head and listens intently to you.

Master Quettle says, "A fascinating response. In the tradition of Tosha, the younger sacrifices for the older." Milk-brown eyes focusing upon Daraius, the loboshigaru continues, "Perhaps this is a subtle difference between our two cultures? Even if it is a literary tradition."

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "Perhaps so, I couldn't say! But in this instance, because Maka represents, in a sense, the wayward packs... the old guard, it is fitting that he dies and leaves it to Quinno, a pup born in Hallifax, to serve the Collective as a proper Hallifaxian."

Comprehension flashes across Master Quettle's face.

Allowing his tail to sweep rhythmically behind him, Daraius says, "He urges Quinno to set aside sorrow and passion, clear his mind and heart, and return to the city, where he will see to the continued growth and prosperity of the Hallifaxian loboshigaru."

Pitching his voice a little lower, Daraius says, "I suspect Lord Windwhisper is working on that story right now, actually."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Dakhamunzu's antennae bob as she looks between Master Quettle and you.

Daraius Shevat glances conspiratorially at Master Quettle and Dakhamunzu in turn.

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "And I imagine it will be quite a read. You will have to bring that too."

Daraius nods his head emphatically.

Daraius says, "You may count on it. I trust there is at least enough well-tended shelf space for these texts I've brought you? If not, and they become damaged, I can easily bring additional copies."

Master Quettle ponders the situation.

Master Quettle says, "I shall have to see where we will put them. Certainly, Master Letep's library-tomb would be suitable. Perhaps we will build another shelf to house them."

Daraius nods agreeably, a contented growl rumbling in his chest.

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Dakhamunzu hums a happy tune.

Daraius says to Dakhamunzu, "Your growl is unconvincing, but the effort is appreciated."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Daraius, "I shall work on it."

Master Quettle barks aloud, an attempt at a laugh that is far too canine.

Daraius dips his muzzle in assent, his teeth glinting behind upturned lips.

Master Quettle says, "Now, if you both will excuse me. Time for early morning meditations."

Dakhamunzu inclines her head politely to Master Quettle.

Daraius says to Master Quettle, "Thank you for granting me an audience, Master. I truly hope these texts will be of value to your monks."

Master Quettle flexes his legs and arms for a moment before settling into the perfect lotus position.

Dakhamunzu slowly uncrosses her legs and stands.

Opening an eye to see the Hallifaxian, Master Quettle says, "They will certainly be of value, pup. And it is always a good thing to see you back in these halls."

Dakhamunzu bows respectfully to Master Quettle.

Daraius gets to his feet with practiced ease and control, taking a moment to adjust his garments.

Master Quettle inclines his head politely to Dakhamunzu.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Thank you for letting me sit in on this conversation."

Clasping his paws before him, Daraius says, "May you be well, and your efforts fruitful. I hope we shall speak again."

Master Quettle says, "We shall, pup."

Master Quettle closes his eyes, bows his head, and begins to meditate.

Daraius Shevat dips his muzzle politely to Dakhamunzu as he turns to depart.

Daraius

And then Portius's history of Hallifax is accepted into the canon and Hallimonks get their kata from the lobos and there's a lobo monk spec and I die happy, the end.

Marcella

TOSHA WAS AN VERNAL NO WAY

these are amazing

thank you for posting @Daraius

also, A+ thread title

Daraius

Yessss. I was so excited I didn't ask for any of the important details, but it looks like there's more to come. Lemme tell you it's really tough to play a staid, placid gentleman when you're fangirling hardcore over Master Q. :x

Vivet

My big takeaway is that the Venerable Tosha taught His followers how to Play Dead.

Which seems way too amusingly appropriate for a Lobo God.

Dakhamunzu

You say to Master Quettle, "Greetings, Master Quettle."

Mandibles clicking, you say to Master Quettle, "Last I came here you and Ambassador Shevat were

generous and I repaid that generosity with something insulting."

Master Quettle's ears swivel towards you, listening with rapt attention.

You say to Master Quettle, "I would like to apologize for calling your honoured dead corpses."

With a subtle growl, Master Quettle says, "Did you, kephera? I do not recall anything insulting."

Master Quettle barks a short laugh. "They are certainly corpses, but the spirits of Masters Aylat

and Alilak roam the monastery. I think it was less of an insult than miscommunication."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Nodding, you say to Master Quettle, "Still I feel I have wronged you and and the Ambassador. I

wished to make peace with myself over the fact and extend my apologies. It gladdens me to know that

you hold no ill will over the matter."

Dipping his muzzle low, Master Quettle says, "That, I understand. The techniques of respect are good

practices. I am glad to know that the kephera do such."

You say, "I have not seen Queen Azus since last I was here but is there anything you would like to

know of the kephera?"

Dakhamunzu's antennae curiously survey the room.

Master Quettle presses a paw against his furry cheek. "Presently," says the old loboshigaru with a

gruff voice, "I am content. Perhaps you, Queen Azus, and the pup could arrange a conversation

someday soon in the monastery."

Master Quettle tilts his head curiously.

Master Quettle says, "Does that sound amenable?"

Beaming behind clicking mandibles, you say, "That sounds lovely Master Quettle."

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Dakhamunzu tilts her head curiously as a thought crosses her mind.

Master Quettle says, "Good, good." Setting his paw back into his lap, the loboshigaru shifts subtly

in his meditative pose. "Yes, kephera?"

You say, "Master Quettle... Ambassador Shevat gifted me with a cookie that I must admit does not

appeal to my tastes. May I pass it on to you?"

You say, "I think it would appeal to yours."

Master Quettle blinks.

Curiously, Master Quettle says, "Oh?"

You give a bone-shaped cookie of roasted hazelnut to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle says, "Many thanks, but a humble monk does not need such things."

Master Quettle bows before you, then hands the item back.

You cough softly.

Barking a cough, Master Quettle says, "Apologies, these old hands."

Master Quettle tenderly rubs his paws.

You say, "Understandable."

Master Quettle sniffs a bone-shaped cookie of roasted hazelnut, trying to deciper just what that

smell emanating from it is.

rom the northeast.

Dakhamunzu watches Master Quettle with curiosity.

You say, "Is it to your tastes?"

Quickly, Master Quettle tosses the cookie into the air, his jaws opening wide to snap it into his

mouth before it descends to the ground.

Master Quettle licks his lips.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say, "I shall take that as a yes."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

You say to Master Quettle, "Quettle I shall arrange something between Queen Azus and the Ambassador. Thank you for you generosity once more."

Master Quettle says, "We will have to make sure the pup brings these along." Pausing for a moment,

himself tilting his head as a thought passes. "Do the kephera drink tea? I am sure some of the

brothers can brew something."

Master Quettle's tail wags happily behind him.

You beam broadly at Master Quettle.

Master Quettle says, "Of course, kephera. I shall hope to hear and see you soon."

You say, "I have a fondness for the beverage."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

You say to Master Quettle, "Keep well."

You bow respectfully to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle says, "You also, kephera."

Dakhamunzu

*fans self* His attention is far easier to deal with when focused on someone else.

Edit: Also! Does it really look like this to you? Because that might be a bug/typo.

Dakhamunzu glances at Daraius appraisingly, antennae twitching in his direction as she turns her attention to him.

Daraius

I adjust the second person messages for my logs. 

Oh my goodness @Portius there's this in Master Q's room:

Flush with the nearby bed, a solid bookcase of rich redwood rises from the floor.

Richly lacquered redwood makes up the solid skeleton of this bookcase, boasting shelves aplenty for 

tomes, scrolls, and stacks of paper. Wooden bookends of the Tosha meditative icons stand proud and 

straight, ready to keep everything orderly and clean. Although backless, the bookcase is dressed 

with two tapestries upon either side depicting Tosha, the Meditative and the construction of the 

Monastery.

It weighs about 37 pounds.

A redwood bookcase is holding:

"journal187776"                         a simple leather journal

"book175255"                            a slate grey book

"book175140"                            a slate grey book

"ledger187656"                          a shimmering scientific ledger

"scroll174952"                          a wide scroll of parchment and wood

"journal186183"                         an ornate gem-adorned journal

"booklet191311"                         a hemp-bound booklet adorned with a knotwork lotus

Portius

Yessss. Now I feel loved!

Clearly you have to bring me with you sometime.

Kalnid

Man, all this stuff about inner peace. Clearly the gaudimonks should take the sith angle. Peace is a lie, there is only passion, all that stuff.

Shaddus

The Force shall set me free.

Daraius

Portius said:

Yessss. Now I feel loved!

Clearly you have to bring me with you sometime.

Count on it.

Portius

This is a long one. Consider yourself warned, reader.

Portius Finally Meets Quettle
17th Tzarin, 404

Stalking in from the northeast, a Brother of Enlightenment enters the room.

You bow respectfully to a brother of enlightenment.

You say to a brother of enlightenment, "May I help you?"

A brother of enlightenment quietly pads into the library, muzzled tilted to the ceiling as if
snifing about.

To you, a brother of enlightenment says, "Are you the Lord Windwhisper, associated of Daraius
Shevat?"

You say, "I am."

A soft growl in his voice, a brother of enlightenment says, "Apologies, common is not my first
language."

A brother of enlightenment's tail sweeps across the floor behind him.

You say, "Would you prefer that we speak loboshigaru? My education is in an archaic dialect, but I
expect I can manage."

A brother of enlightenment says, "It is quite all right." Using his paws to straighten out his robes,
the brother continues, "Master Quettle would like to apologize for his absent-mindedness last mont
when you and the pup visited. He was in deep meditations for Dvarsh, a regimen he looks fondly of."

A brother of enlightenment says, "If you both are free and available, he would be willing to speak
with you now."

You say, "Ah, I certainly am. I shall contact the Ambassador immediately."

A brother of enlightenment nods his head emphatically.

You tell Ambassador Daraius Shevat, "Master Quettle is willing to meet with us now, according to the
agent whom he has sent to the library."

A brother of enlightenment says, "I will go and inform Master Quettle. Excuse me."

A sense of warm serenity settles upon the surroundings as Daraius strides in from the southeast.

You bow respectfully to a brother of enlightenment.

A brother of enlightenment bows politely before slipping out of the library.

A Brother of Enlightenment stalks out to the northeast.

Daraius's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

You say, "He is returning to inform Quettle that we are on our way."

MOSEYING ON OVER HAPPENS HERE


Master Quettle's Chambers.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. These chambers are bare and lack any
form of material possesion save for the bookcase along the wall. The case, crafted of a dull walnut
wood, houses various scrolls and leather-bound journals of the monastery and its history. A small
bed is tucked away in the corner, its hemp blankets the only covering upon it. Built of walnut wood,
a small desk sits in the center of the room littered with various scrolls and ink quills for writing.
 This room stands as testimony to the simple life and needs of the monks. There are 2 brothers of
enlightenment here. Master Quettle rests here, intent upon his meditation. Flush with the nearby bed,
 a solid bookcase of rich redwood rises from the floor. Ambassador Daraius Shevat lingers here, his
figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless serenity.
You see a single exit leading northeast.


With a flourish of your arm, you bow deeply.

Daraius dips his muzzle politely to Master Quettle and the brothers of enlightenment as he enters.

Master Quettle swivels his ears at your arrival, nodding at you appreciatively. "Greetings, Lord
Windwhisper and pup," he growls.

You say, "Greetings, Master Quettle. It is an honor."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "Thank you for arranging to meet with us, Master
Quettle."

Gesturing for you both to sit, Master Quettle says, "You do not need to thank me. For it was I who
missed your request for meeting in the first place, was it not?" The old loboshigaru places his paws
on his knees. "I hope you came to speak of another fascinating tale of the vassal packs of Hallifax..
.?"

Portius folds his wings behind him and sits down upon the floor.

You say, "There has certainly been further scholarship. I believe Ambassador Shevat has the books
with him?"

Daraius Shevat positions himself at the third point of a triangle formed between himself, you, and
Master Quettle.

Daraius settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As he brings his hands up
to rest open-palmed at either side, he exhales, all tension leaving his body.

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "I have brought some additional texts, yes, as well as some tea and
cookies."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "But I believe Lord Windwhisper has questions of his own that will
further his research."

You say, "Indeed. We can easily address those after the existing works."

Master Quettle nod.

He nods, rather.

His tail sweeping the floor behind him, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Ah, well I suppose I can
pass along the newest works. Would you both care for tea?"

Ever seeking enlightenment, a monk disciple wanders out to the northeast.

You say, "Certainly, thank you. It is a marvelous stimulant."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "It is a Hallifaxian recipe, I am not sure if it
is to your tastes."

In search of enlightenment, a monk disciple wanders in from the northeast.

Daraius pours winter's rose and peach white tea from a crystal bottle emblazoned with the seal of
House Shevat into an immaculate porcelain tea cup.

Daraius gives an immaculate porcelain tea cup to you.

Daraius pours winter's rose and peach white tea from a crystal bottle emblazoned with the seal of
House Shevat into an immaculate porcelain tea cup.

Raising a ruff of fur that acts as his brow questioningly, Master Quettle says, "Does Hallifax have
an elaborate tea culture to feature unique blends?"

You say, "My dear comrade is the expert on that subject. I myself usually brew tea with whatever
laboratory glassware is close at hand and reasonably clean. It imparts a unique flavor."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin at Portius.

The sounds of monks chanting echo through the monastery.


Portius takes a small sip of tea.

Daraius gives an immaculate porcelain tea cup to Master Quettle.

Daraius pours winter's rose and peach white tea from a crystal bottle emblazoned with the seal of
House Shevat into an immaculate porcelain tea cup.

Daraius raises his cup briefly, while glancing through the stack of books in his lap.

Taking the tea cup in one of his paws, Master Quettle brings it to his muzzle and laps a drink.
"Mmmm," he growls, taking time to savour its taste. "We of the Monastery tend to favour green teas.
It is good for practicing kata forms." He sips from the cup this time.

With a solemn nod, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "I will keep that in mind for next time. My shop
offers a variety of greens as well."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "I've brought three of Lord Windwhisper's works
this morning that I trust will make valuable additions to your collection."

Extending his free paw toward the pup, Master Quettle reaches for these books. "I am certain that
they will. All of his other works have been well-received by the brothers and monks." With a flick
of his muzzle, Quettle gestures to the bookcase nearby.

You say, "I must say that I am flattered to see such a collection here, Master."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "The first is called 'Quinno,' and it concerns the same young
loboshigaru that appeared in 'Old Maka's Doom,' which I brought you earlier." He pauses to select
one of several identical grey books from his pile, continuing with a soft growl, "In this tale,
Quinno has returned to Hallifax and established himself as a respected civil servant; a judge, in
fact."

Daraius gives a slate grey book to Master Quettle.

Portius fails to hide a look of eager anticipation as he looks towards Master
Quettle.

You say to Master Quettle, "The difference is between the epic and the epyllion."

Daraius Shevat's unblinking gaze passes between you and Master Quettle as he lifts his cup for a
quick sip of tea.

Tilting his head to one side, Master Quettle says, "Are those Hallifaxian forms of literature, Lord
Windwhisper?"

You say, "Indeed, although they have analogues in many other cultures. The literary record is
fascinating. The loboshigaru populations seem to have had similar genres which assimilated into the
majority form in Hallifax. Maka and Quinno both appear to have originated as characters among the
loboshigaru and then been adopted by the trill and lucidian poets later on."

Master Quettle reaches for his nearby cup of tea, taking a quick sip, and then nods. "Originated
from the loboshigaru, hmmm?" The 'hmmm' is more of a subtle growl, rumbling from his chest. "If we
could restore some of our books in the library, I wonder if we would find those characters."

You say, "That is the question, isn't it? You could likely find many others. Maka and Quinno were
certainly not the only two found among the packs, but rather the only ones which seem to have
assimilated. Even then, they might have been found only in the literature of the packs which
eventually joined the Collective."

You say, "So many poems exist only in fragment. Any information which you can recover would be worth
many times its weight in gold."

Nodding, Master Quettle says, "I imagine it would be in our best interest to hire a restorative
archivist. The Nine know that the brothers have gold to spare for such a thing."

You say, "Hallifax could likely provide one, Master Quettle."

Master Quettle tugs at his chin contemplatively, but then shrugs. "In any rate, this story will
certainly be shared amongst the brothers."

'Oh?' Master Quettle exclaims quizzically at you.

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

You say, "Many Hallifaxians hold your order in high regard. We place a great value on personal
discipline."

Daraius Shevat's ears remained attentively trained on you and Quettle, regarding both quietly from
over the rim of his teacup.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "There would be paperwork to file, of course, and approval to be
earned from the Board of Directors, but I am fairly adept at facilitating the bureaucracy."

You say, "I certainly do. I suspect that most of us who aspire to monasticism think similarly. Do
you agree with that assessment, ambassador?"

Master Quettle says, "Our Monastery only tries to do its best, nothing more or less. If others find
our teachings fruitful, then I am glad."

Nodding, you say, "Spoken virtuously, Master. None can expect any more than that."

Dipping his muzzle in assent, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "The other monastic orders of the
Basin are plagued with ideological shortcomings; those in Hallifax can only look to them but so much.
 The Toshan order, having risen out of need to combat the universal threat of the Soulless, is a far
more appealing model."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Perhaps we can explore the possibility of assigning an archivist to
the monastery. I would certainly like to facilitate the brothers in their efforts to restore the
archives."

You say, "It would certainly be of help to my own research to have the information in the Toshan
archives available."

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Baring a grin, Master Quettle says, "And for us included."

Daraius's tail thumps lightly on the floor behind him, his eyes bright.

Master Quettle's ears swivel toward Daraius. "You mentioned you had other texts, yes, pup?"

You say to Daraius, "Perhaps the translations?"

Daraius's ears perk up and he deftly maneuvers the texts and his tea cup as he selects the next grey
book from the pile.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Yes, this one is contains translations of two reconstructed
loboshigaru poems. You will note Maka and Quinno appear once again."

Daraius gives a slate grey book to Master Quettle.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "The first poem is similar to 'Old Maka's Doom,' though it differs
in some details, and there is a certain rhythm to the language that distinguishes it as loboshigaru
in origin."

Master Quettle takes the book and does the same as the last, placing it in his lap (to which he
moves the previous one near his teacup) and rifles through its pages. A contented growl rumbles from
his chest and his tail sweeps across the floor behind him.

You say, "It was, and still is, common in Hallifaxian narrative poetry to write varied
interpretations of a certain set of known and widely understood events as much as to write fully
original narratives."

With a nod towards Portius, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "The second concerns a non-Hallifaxian
pack, and one of its members falling to his rage after being bested in a competition."

You say, "Likely representative of a loboshigaru character who was not assimilated into majority
Hallifaxian literature. I expect the cautionary aspects of the story meant very little to trill and
lucidian citizens."

Master Quettle turns to the page you both describe, reading it as you speak, nodding in agreement.
"Unless they find themselves with a certain rage, I imagine you are correct that it meant little,"
he say.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to you, "Akatal seems particularly sensitive, though."

You say, "I know too little of loboshigaru psychology to comment with certainty, although the
exaggeration of traits is common in epic literature as a genre. Every scientist is a genius, every
meal is a feast, and so forth. I do not know if this is a matter of genre convention or a deliberate
theme."

Tugging at his chin in thought, Master Quettle says, "If it were me, I would suggest the latter. The
tug of bloodlust is quite extreme within our kind, exaggerations of it are often true."

Daraius takes a drink from a shot glass.

Daraius's whiskers twitch abruptly.

You say to Master Quettle, "You would know better than I. It would be an easy question to answer if
a wider body of poetry survived for comparison."

Acknowledging your point to be true, Daraius nods his head gravely at you.

Setting the second book aside, Master Quettle reaches again for his teacup, taking a good, long sip.
His eyes closed for a brief second, the old loboshigaru nods. Opening them, he questions, "Where did
you recover these fragments, Lord Windwhisper, if I may ask?"

Discreetly slipping the treat into the old loboshigaru's paws as he turns his attention to Portius,
Daraius gives a bone-shaped cookie of roasted hazelnut to Master Quettle.

You say, "They exist in fragment in assorted Hallifaxian archives. Literal fragments of paper in
some cases, but also in the form of extracted quotes. I reconstructed these according to the usual
methods. There is another book which may be of interest to you on that topic."

Master Quettle's eyes widen, both at the previously unnoticed cookie now in his paw but also at
mentioned book.

You say, "I believe that would be the last of the books that ambassador brought for you, in fact."

Comprehension flashes across Master Quettle's face.

With a soft growl, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Brother Kunak's work was in a similar state in
Master Letep's tomb. But yes, 'On the Art of the Vassal Packs' contains a collection of such
fragments, as well as a good deal of commentary from both Lord Windwhisper and the original state
scribe associated with the work."

Daraius compares several grey books against one another before selecting the appropriate one to give
to Master Quettle.

Daraius gives a slate grey book to Master Quettle.

You say, "The scholia raised as many question as they answered, but they were fascinating."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "The book touches on several forms of loboshigaru artwork, including
two genres of poetry and a rich crafting culture centered on woodcarving, utility items, and
tapestry."

Master Quettle pries open this book just like the rest, pawing through it and reading selections and
pieces. "Utility items, mmm?" the Master growls, still peering at the pages, turning one after
another.

You say, "Indeed. The art of the vassal packs seems to have been dominated by decorative features on
everyday items. I expect it is a relic of their previous nomadic lifestyles. Such items are more
portable than paintings, after all."

Master Quettle says, "And... a will?"

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Edec Taroch's, yes. He seems to have had a particular fascination
with vassal pack culture and products."

You say, "Indeed. A useful source of information concerning the loboshigaru art which was of
interest to other races."

You say, "He had a reputation as an eccentric, if the Institute's records are to be believed."

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Master Quettle says, "Eccentric... because?"

Daraius flattens his ears against his head.

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin. "Because he took a particular interest in
loboshigaru craftgoods?"

You say, "Personal affectations. A strange sense of humor. Occasional references to an abnormal
lifestyle, although nothing concrete. There are no references to his ties to the vassal packs in the
Institute's records, which are somewhat sparse. It rarely kept personal details."

Master Quettle rubs his chin thoughtfully, raises his eyebrow and says, "I see..."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "That his will survives is a benefit to scholarship, despite his
reported eccentricities."

Master Quettle says, "These are great gifts to the Monastery, Lord Windwshiper, pup. Truly, they
will keep us not only entertained but informed about our histories."

A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.

You say, "I am pleased to have been of service."

Master Quettle sets the last book ontop the small stack he has been building, patting them like he
were patting the head of a child. "History is an important field of study. I apologize that we have
not been the most helpful in such pursuits." The Master dips his muzzle and then takes a drink of
tea.

You say, "It would be a great help if you could answer a question of mine, Master."

Master Quettle swivels his ears toward Portius, listening with rapt attention.

You say, "I have been investigating the internal politics of the vassal packs, particularly how
their internal leaders were chosen. I would like to compare this with your own order, as an outside
loboshigaru tradition. How do you select your masters, Quettle?"

Master Quettle's whiskers twitch as he begins to explain. "Typically," the Master says, "It is a
selection process. Generally speaking, the elder Master selects an apprentice when he or she
believes it is their time. This apprentice is often a member of their chosen practice: Heart, Form,
Spirit, and Clarity. Although, there have been exceptions to this. For instance, Master Alilak was
actually a student of Form when she was chosen to replace the Master of Spirit before her." The
loboshigaru takes a last swig of tea before setting the empty cup beside him.

Largely to himself, you say, "Not entirely dissimilar. Not entirely the same."

Master Quettle says, "Typically, this apprenticeship is not terribly long, though it has been said
that the longest lasted 10 years before the apprentice was named Master."

You say, "Then the apprentice has already completed the bulk of his training before selection?"

Master Quettle nods his head at you.

Master Quettle says, "The Master uses that time to assess the apprentice's capabilities: to teach
the katas, to act as needed. There are some deeper teachings that they impart as well, specific to
the katas they practice."

You say, "Hm. That is fascinating. What of your office, Master?"

Daraius takes a drink from an immaculate porcelain tea cup.

Master Quettle says, "I am the Master of the Monastery, which is not an entirely different process."
At this, he nods at Daraius. "The Monastery's Master selects someone who exemplifies of each of the
Toshan aspects, yes, but this figure needs not be a Master already. However, once selected, they
enter into an apprenticeship with each of the Masters including the Master of the Monastery."

Master Quettle says, "And this is where the differences become more apparent, as the Master of the
Monastery must venture into the Spirit Realms and do battle with the enlightened hunters there. They
are to spend a year there, meditating and battling, but also mastering the contents of the Scroll of
Enlightenment."

Nearly dropping his tea cup, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "A year!"

Master Quettle says, "When the apprentice can recite the Scroll to the Master of the Monastery by
heart, then the Master accepts the apprentice as the new leader of the Monastery."

You say, "Are there instances of failure in this process?"

Master Quettle nods as a growl escapes his muzzle - there is no hint of malice in the sound, simply
a sound that prefaces his speech. "There have been. Master Iolona, Master Aylat's predecessor, was
selected to succeed as the Master of the Monastery. However, she was bested by the loboshigaru
hunters and needed immediate attention to her wounds. She was forced to end her stay within the
Spirit Realm early." The old loboshigaru's tail thumps against the floor.

You say, "I see. Was she permitted to make a second attempt?"

Master Quettle shakes his head.

Master Quettle says, "There are no second attempts for the mantle of Master of the Monastery."

Master Quettle says, "However, she was selected to be the Master of Heart. Perhaps it was a
consolation prize."

Lips curling up at the corners, Master Quettle's mouth twists into a decidedly feral grin.

You say, "Understandable. But surely that invites the possibility of the position falling vacant if
no monk can be found to complete the task before the previous master passes back to the Wheel?"

Daraius Shevat glances placidy from you to Master Quettle as each speaks, his own tail swishing
rhythmically against the floor behind him.

Nodding, Master Quettle says, "It is possible, although generally the elder Master can find a
suitable replacement." The Master tugs at his chin as he considers something. "Although, if I
remember the histories correctly, the passing of Master Iakgo lead to the mantle being empty before
he found a suitable candidate. If such a scenario happens again, the contingency plan is that the
four Masters collectively decide a candidate."

You say, "A sensible plan. Also remarkably similar to methods that seem to have been employed by the
vassal packs. I have hypotheses which I shall have to investigate."

Master Quettle tilts his head to one side to gain a better listen of Portius.

Master Quettle says, "Oh?"

You say, "The masters of the vassal packs - although Hallifaxians seemed to have preferred to call
them sages - elected their pack's new leader from amongst their number upon the death of the old."

Master Quettle dips his muzzle as he nods in comprehension.

Master Quettle says, "I wonder if they had any further requirements, or what happens after one is
selected then..."

You say, "Well, the sages themselves were selected through a variety of methods. Some by simple age,
others for their skills. It seems that those of professions which were rare among the packs became
sages at the end of their training, such as aeromancers. Others seem to have been given the position
as an honor for excelling in more common skills."

You say, "There seems to have been an element of ceremonial naming in the process as well, once the
leader was chosen. I have not yet finished all of my research, and am not entirely certain."

Questioningly, Master Quettle says, "Ceremonial naming? So they took new names?"

You say, "The vassal packs were named for their leaders, whose name was taken as a surname by all
members of the packs. I am not certain, but it seems that the newly selected leader adopted the name
of his or her predecessor. I infer this based on the long periods for which packs kept the same
names as well as scant references in the texts I have examined thus far."

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Master Quettle says, "Fascinating. This is not a practice of the Monastery... or at least, not one
that I am aware of."

You say, "You would know, I expect, unless it fell from use many centuries ago. It may have links to
the ceremonial use of masks among the vassal packs, although I have found so little on that topic
that I hesitate to make the claim."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "No one seems to have a adopted a surname here. Perhaps because it
is not necessary to distinguish between one another in that way; disciples can be identified by the
color of their robes, after all."

Master Quettle nods his head at Daraius.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "You are all of one pack, whereas distinctions between groups would
have been valuable among the Hallifaxian's. For census purposes, if nothing else."

You say, "And organizationally, given that soldiers of the packs seem to have been deployed with
their packs in place of a regiment."

Acknowledging your point to be true, Daraius nods his head gravely at you.

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to you, "For my own clarification, if I may ask..."

You nod your head emphatically.

Master Quettle swivels one ear to listen to Daraius.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to you, "Taking, for instance, pack Ulalu.. Their sage would have
been known only as Ulalu, and that mononym would have passed to his or her successor?"

You say, "Their leader would have been known as Ulalu, I believe, and it seems that the successor
would also have adopted the name. The subordinate sages would have used Ulalu has a surname and
maintained their given names in addition."

Daraius nods his head at you.

Master Quettle murmurs softly to himself.

You say to Master Quettle, "Hm? Did you have a question for me, Master?"

With a shake of his head, Master Quettle says, "No, Lord Windwhisper, merely thinking and muttering
to myself."

You say, "Ah, a habit with which I am well acquainted."

Daraius issues a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.

You say, "I have, on rare occasions, been known to speak to my beakers."

Baring his teeth, Master Quettle says, "Sounds like you need to have more in-person conversations,
Lord Windwhisper, if you are speaking to inanimate objects."

Master Quettle issues a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl, similar to Darius, although
his is a bit gruffer.

You say, "Perhaps so. I rarely enter the salons or ballrooms at this point of my life. I spend the
bulk of my time on assorted research projects or directing students."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "To the benefit of the Collective and the monastery."

Master Quettle says, "Certainly a benefit. At least you are speaking with students, and the pup."

You say, "Indeed. And the occasional Magnagoran, when they take an interest in my work. It is better
than complete silence."

Daraius offers an vague semblance of a smile, his ears resting back against his head.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat asks you, "Were there any other matters you wished to address with Master
Quettle?"

You say, "I do not believe so. I have all that I need for my research at present."

Nodding, Master Quettle says, "I am glad that I could be of some help for such a well-respected
scholar."

You say, "I am glad that such a well-respected person as yourself appreciates my work."

Lips curling up at the corners, Master Quettle's mouth twists into a decidedly feral grin.

Master Quettle rises to his feet, attaining his full height.

With a flourish of his arm, Master Quettle bows deeply.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You bow respectfully to Master Quettle.

Daraius gets to his feet with practiced grace and offers a placid bow.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "You have been surpassingly generous with your
wisdom. I hope we will continue this fruitful exchange."

To Daraius, Master Quettle says, "It is always fruitful, pup. Always."

You say to Master Quettle, "I share the ambassador's sentiment. You are always welcome in my home
and in the library, Master Quettle, as are your disciples."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "If there are no objections I will see to putting a proposal before
the Board, that we might send a restorative archivist to help the brothers with the library."

Master Quettle says to you, "It was good to finally make your formal acquintance, Lord Windwhisper.
The pup always speaks highly of you and your work. Perhaps someday I will take you on your gracious
invitation and visit your Hallifax."

You say to Master Quettle, "I shall look forward to it."

Master Quettle nods at Daraius. "There are no objections on my end, pup," he remarks.

Daraius's tail whips rapidly behind him, and he reaches back discreetly to still it.

Daraius dips his muzzle politely to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle returns the gesture, following it up with yet another bow.

Portius folds his wings and continues this mass bowing.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Do be well. We will leave you to your meditations."

Daraius gives a bone-shaped cookie of roasted hazelnut to Master Quettle.

Daraius

Daraius issues a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.

Master Quettle issues a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl, similar to Darius, although
his is a bit gruffer.

Copydog. 8-|

 Also on the topic of phenotypic similarities, allow me to note that Daraius and Quettle have the same fur color, and pre-demi Daraius had brown eyes, and they both have auras of serenity. Hmm. HMMM I say. What are we to make of that?

Marcella

I was considering crashing this. I'm glad I didn't. I would have been entirely out of my element.

Aerotan

Daraius said:

Daraius issues a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.

Master Quettle issues a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl, similar to Darius, although
his is a bit gruffer.

Copydog. 8-|

 Also on the topic of phenotypic similarities, allow me to note that Daraius and Quettle have the same fur color, and pre-demi Daraius had brown eyes, and they both have auras of serenity. Hmm. HMMM I say. What are we to make of that?

Clearly some researcher threw Daraius into the distant-ish past after he learned to mask his Demigodhood. Oh, or that they're related.

Maellio

One day... one day I shall attend one of these ~hope~

Portius

Pretty sure the best way for that to happen is for a diplomatic summit between Hallifax and Tosha to be scheduled. Which should happen, because it'd be awesome.

Daraius

diplomatic summit between Hallifax and Tosha 

[breathing intensifies]

One step at a time guys. I can barely handle the current pace of Exciting Developments.

Qistrel

Serenwilde obviously has ties to Tosha, due to the fact that we have to complete the Tosha quest as part of our epic.

I must do something about this...

Notice me, Senpai.

Daraius

Qistrel

The White Stag be all 'Fetch the Scroll of Enlightenment, yo'.

Plus, spirit plane, dude. Serenwilde got the spirits too. Just saying.

Marcella

And speaking of those spirits, I just wrote an entire book about how they're necromantic as fuck and the spiritsingers are hardcore lowmagic necromancy.

Maligorn

Which will hopefully spark a SS counter-argument in another scholarly book.

Huzzah literary renaissance.

Everiine

She already ran it by Ev, who noticed some leaps of faith and assumptions, but I hope the SS come out with their own, too.

Daraius

Here is an older log from this series, which I didn't post immediately because it seemed like something more was going to come of it. Adjusted for perspective so you can pretend you're a Brother of Enlightenment.

Quettle and the Hive Queen

19-20 Klangiary, 400 C.E.

Azus tells Daraius, "Pardon me, Ambassador. Do you have a moment?"

Daraius tells Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde, "Certainly. How may I be of service?"

Azus tells Daraius, "Princess Dakhamunzu has informed me that Ran Quettle wished to speak with each of 

us. I wondered if you might have the time to attend."

Daraius tells Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde, "Ah, so soon? I will be there momentarily."

Azus tells Daraius, "He does not seem to be responding to just Dakhamunzu and myself. I hoped that your 

arrival might... prompt a response."

[travel to Master Quettle's Chambers.]

Dakhamunzu inclines her head politely to Daraius.

Azus's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Daraius, "It is good to see you once more Ambassador."

Daraius dips his muzzle politely to Master Quettle and his monks, and then to the other assembled individuals.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says to Master Quettle, "Ran Quettle, Princess Dakhamunzu indicated that you wished to speak to Ambassador Shevat and myself."

Daraius flattens his ears against his head.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "I do not recall him making such a request."

Dakhamunzu's antennae flick towards Daraius.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Did you not receive my letter?"

Azus flicks her antennae towards Dakhamunzu

Glancing into his briefcase, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Ah, my apologies."

Daraius slips an elegant white letter from his briefcase and takes a moment to read it.

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Ambassador Shevat,

I must admit that I had some reservations over the matter of your status

with my commune however as I read the texts you recommended to Master

Quettle I would like to think I came to some conclusions on your

character. If you are anything like the loboshigaru that male Portius

has written about you care firstly for your city and for those who dwell

within it. With such an understanding I feel that I can trust you on

your word that you bare no ill-will to my home as there is currently a

treaty between us. With this trust in mind I would gladly accept your

offer of introduction to the Ancestral Masters.

On the matter of the gift of a cookie that you enclosed within your

letter I will admit that I did not find it appealing. Kepheran diet is

mostly composed of fungi and while we can eat other foods and some of us

even find such things appealing I have found myself mostly enjoying more

traditional foods. I did however take it with me when I went to see

Master Quettle to make my apologies to him. He found the cookie much

more enjoyable than I ever could and expressed interest in having more

of them next you came to visit.

When I asked him if there was more he wished to learn of kephera he

expressed interest in a conversation between Queen Azus, myself and you

at the monastery. After I have sent off this letter to you I plan to pen

one to Queen Azus on the matter. If you are amenable to this I will

further speak to Queen Azus until we have found a date which works for

all of us.

Peacefully,

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale

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His golden eyes scanning the page, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "In my haste to attend to a fellow citizen's request, I did not noticed I'd received this."

Dakhamunzu hums thoughtfully and nods her head.

Azus greets Master Quettle with a sincere smile.

Master Quettle dips his muzzle low in a polite gesture.

Dakhamunzu beams at Master Quettle from behind swiftly clicking mandibles.

Azus clasps her hands before her and bows to Master Quettle.

Kaiel's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Master Quettle.

Dakhamunzu bows respectfully to Master Quettle.

Folding the letter neatly and tucking it away, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "At your service once again, Master, though I confess this meeting is unexpected."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "The fault lies with me for not informing the Ambassador properly and trusting my letter to have reached him."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

His ears drooping slightly, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "I also did not bring any more cookies."

Master Quettle waggles a finger warningly at Daraius and says, "Tut tut."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Azus smiles softly.

Daraius tucks his tail between his legs, his fur bristling slightly at Master Quettle's admonishment.

Gesturing, Master Quettle says, "Then let us sit and stay awhile."

Master Quettle settles to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As he brings his hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, he exhales, all tension leaving his body.

[and everyone else sits the same way]

A brother of enlightenment glances at the assembled guests, disappearing from the chamber with haste.

A Brother of Enlightenment stalks out to the northeast.

Stalking in from the northeast, a Brother of Enlightenment enters the room.

Azus twitches her antennae in Master Quettle's direction.

Daraius glances up curiously at the monk as he enters, then turns his attention to Master Quettle.

A brother of enlightenment returns, this time carrying a wooden tray of cups filled with steaming, black tea. Carefully, the brother offers one to each guest, and finally to Master Quettle who takes it with a short nod. "Stay awhile too, brother," remarks the Master. The brother nods, as does his companion, and they stand nearby but nonetheless a distance from the group.

Azus accepts the cup, pondering it for a long moment.

Master Quettle says, "I must admit, kephera and pup, I was not expecting a lesson so soon."

Dakhamunzu hums happily with as low a note as she can reach. [She worked on her growl!]

Daraius accepts the tea gratefully, a soft growl rumbling in his chest as he nods in agreement towards Master Quettle.

Master Quettle clears his throat.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Master Quettle, "Neither was I Master Quettle."

Kaiel graciously accepts the cup of tea, quietly lifting it to his lips and sipping as he carefully observes the surrounding group.

Nodding her head, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I endeavour to be industrious, Ran Quettle."

Dakhamunzu lifting the cup of tea she inhales deeply and exhales with a pleased hum.

Rheatsis accepts the cup offered to her with a little smile tugging the corners of her muzzle and a thankful incline of her head.

Nodding his head, Master Quettle brings the steaming cup of tea to his muzzle and laps a sip. He brings it low again, cradling it with his hands in his lap. "Industriousness is a good trait, I think. We of the monastery could be a little more industrious," the old loboshigaru remarks.

Master Quettle grins again, his teeth revealed like a sly wolf.

With a soft smile and a brief sip of tea, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I savour the peace all the more for it."

Master Quettle says to Azus, "Might I ask, kephera, what does 'Ran' mean? That is not a term I am aware."

Daraius Shevat swivels one ear towards Azus, listening attentively.

Dakhamunzu hides a smile in her tea cup as she takes a sip.

Gleaming green, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "A Ran is a master, or an indication of a state of mastery."

Master Quettle cocks his head to one side to get a better listen. At Azus' response, the jackal's expression becomes one of clarity. "Ahh," he responds, "Very fascinating. Is this a kephera term then?"

Azus nods her head.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The study of our ancient scripts and the mantras of our monks is a study which I pursue with great passion."

Nodding his head as well, Master Quettle says, "Perhaps you can share some things of your monk order? When the pup and the kephera..." Here, Quettle nods in the direction of Dakhamunzu "... and I last spoke, we were hoping for some insight on your order and how it differs than ours."

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Tilting her head to one side, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I know almost nothing of you and yours, Ran Quettle. I can describe me and mine, if it will serve just as well."

Dakhamunzu's antennae flick towards Azus as she glances towards her Queen.

Master Quettle snaps his head to the other side, his ears directed at Azus with rapt attention. "A sharing contest then."

Cradling his teacup in his paws, Daraius Shevat observes Azus and Master Quettle with silent scrutiny, his body the picture of stillness.

Master Quettle says, "Er, perhaps not contest. A sharing time."

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "Drink your tea, pup."

Daraius mechanically takes a sip of his tea, his expression and gaze still fixed.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Shofangi represent a branch of kepheran philosophy regarding the self as an individual. Uniquely, the onus of responsibility, of learning, of guilt, of honour lies firmly on the individual."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Rheatsis lifts her tea, her ears perked still with unfaltering attention to the conversation at hand.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "We teach that you must firmly master the aspects that make up the self - the heart, mind, body, and with them, the spirit, in order to achieve perfection."

Dakhamunzu avidly looks between Azus and Master Quettle as she takes in the conversation.

Showing that he understands, Master Quettle nods his head slowly.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "This differs somewhat from the philosophy of the Tahtetso, who seem to externalise emotions and turmoils and conflicts, in order to separate themselves from flaws and in doing so, embrace perfection."

A soft growl emanating from him, Master Quettle says, "Tahtetso? This is a different order?"

Azus nods her head.

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "A school of thought that has since grown more divergent."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "We welcome them, and remember them as kin."

Serenely, Master Quettle says, "The kephera, your kephera, seem very different than our monks then. The individual, while important, is secondary to the order. To the pack, as it were, since we are loboshigaru-born."

Azus purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.

His tail sweeping once behind him, Daraius flicks his ear towards Master Quettle.

Master Quettle takes another sip of his tea, sitting the cup beside him. Nose-twitching, the Master scans the faces of those present - even the two brothers of enlightenment nearby and the disciples wandering in and out. Finally, he settles his attention back to Azus, watching her closely.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The responsiblity for learning lies on the individual, it is true, but we are more than a loose collection of hermetic thinkers. The Shofangi come from a very firm communal society, and have since moved from that origin to a new, firm, communal society."

Questioningly, Master Quettle says, "From the kephera below to the forest above?"

Azus nods her head emphatically.

Master Quettle nods his head emphatically.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "It is so. Like to like."

Pressing further, Master Quettle growls, "Tell me of your heart, mind, and body, kephera. At first glance, they appear similar to our order's ability."

Azus's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Dakhamunzu's exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and she falls into a deep sleep.

Azus pats Dakhamunzu in a friendly manner.

Dakhamunzu opens her eyes and yawns mightily.

Azus nods her head.

Dakhamunzu ducks her head in embarrassment.

Master Quettle's tail wags upon the floor as his focus drifts to the once-slumbering kephera.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale whispers, "Sorry."

Master Quettle says to Dakhamunzu, "It is the tea. We use sleeping herbs to calm the mind."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Dakhamunzu stares implacably at Master Quettle.

Kaiel's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Dakhamunzu brings the tea to her nose and takes a cautious sniff.

Speaking up, a brother of enlightenment says, "Do not worry, kephera. It is not poisoned."

Dakhamunzu carefully sets the tea down beside her.

Lips curling up at the corners, a brother of enlightenment's mouth twists into a decidedly feral grin.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The three aspects of self are mind, heart and body. We seek to perfect, or improve, these aspects within ourselves through discipline, practice and reflection. As we sharpen the mind, open our hearts and master our bodies, we mature. As we improve as a whole, our spirit, that nebulous fourth element of self, is strengthened."

Nodding towards a brother of enlightenment, Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Even so... I do not wish to miss out on any of this conversation."

A brother of enlightenment nods at Dakhamunzu, taking a step back once more.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Azus, "These ideals arise out of the kepheran tradition, but the Shofangi have broadened them to be applicable to seekers of any race?"

His milk-brown eyes wide with interest, Master Quettle says, "Fascinating, kephera." The Master attempts to speak, but pauses at Daraius' question, nodding approvingly. "Yes, a keen question."

Master Quettle gives Daraius a kind, fatherly look.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Serenyen have interpreted them in their own way, and it is not at all dissimilar to the original intention. Where once we did these things to better protect the Hive, now the Serenyen do them to better understand themselves and to protect the natural world."

Daraius catches sight of Master Quettle's gaze and quickly looks away, the faintest rosy tint rising beneath the fur of his face.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Like to like, the virtues that we espouse, duty, honour, sacrifice, harmony, are shared naturally by the Serenwilde. By New Celest. By Hallifax."

Tilting his head toward Daraius, Master Quettle says, "Is this true, pup?"

Dakhamunzu glances at Daraius appraisingly, antennae twitching in his direction as she turns her attention to him.

His grip tightening almost imperceptibly on his teacup, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "In some senses. Harmony is the guiding principle of my city, of course. Sacrifice is among the values of Lady Isune, who is among our divine consulate."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "We each fulfill our duty to serve the Collective."

Azus nods her head sagely.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "There is common ground, naturally. It strengthens our diplomatic ties."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The similarities between the Hives, the tribes of the Seren and the city of Hallifax are quite clear, and are highlighted by their differences. We each pursue a goal to the best of our abilities, and this is reflected by each of our attitudes towards community."

Master Quettle reaches for his teacup, taking a quiet sip. Nodding at Daraius' words, he sets the cup aside once more.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Hives are led by a single, powerful figure, supporting one another as they all work in unison to protect the world from the Soulless Leviathan. The Serenyen belond to a multitude of tribes with conflicts between them and a unifying set of beliefs and spirituality."

Master Quettle says, "I am not certain, but perhaps there is a subtle difference. The Teachings of Tosha are less about perfecting ourselves per se, but are techniques of calm. However, this calm is often interpreted as perfecting, transcending. We often describe it as enlightenment."

Daraius nods his head at Master Quettle.

Azus nods her head.

Showing that he understands, Kaiel nods his head slowly.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Becoming free of inner turmoil and outer conflict."

Dakhamunzu hums thoughtfully.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "They arose from the very specific need of the loboshigaru to preserve themselves from the Soulless."

Comprehension flashes across Azus's face.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Why, I did not realise that. Perhaps we have more in common than I suspected."

Master Quettle ears swivel to hear some errant sound. "Exactly," responding to Azus' and Daraius' statements. "Exactly, although there is some connection for us and the kephera then, historically."

Daraius

Daraius tilts his head and listens intently to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle reveals all his teeth in an impressive, wolven smile.

Dakhamunzu glances at Master Quettle appraisingly, antennae twitching in his direction as she turns her attention to Master Quettle.

Master Quettle says to Azus, "Exactly. It appears that the Soulless are the commonplace response for many, if not all, of us."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I was not aware of that. It would certainly explain our shared understanding of 'ka'"

Daraius's eyes brighten and his ears stand rigidly atop his head.

Master Quettle edges in with a subtle lean forward, indicating for further elaboration.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "I mentioned previously that kata is widely believed to be a development of the Undervault, but I could not account for your monks' understanding and use of it."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Your own teaching of the arts of tattooing referred to manipulation and alteration of the body's natural 'ka' channels. In kepheran philosophy, the passive akh and the active ka is the inherent energy of a living spirit."

Comprehension flashes across Master Quettle's face.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "And so the manipulation of that ka seemed to be an innovative and natural progression of my existing knowledge of ka as a form of energy."

Master Quettle says to Daraius, "And alas, our texts are so faded - who knows where the Meditative developed our teachings."

Daraius nods his head at Master Quettle.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "In fact, our earliest mantra, KA, expresses the release of active energy."

Master Quettle keeps one ear tilted toward Azus, keenly listening as he speaks.

Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says, "...if I may?"

Master Quettle responds with quick nod. "Of course, faeling," he states.

Taking one last sip of his cup of tea and setting it gently to his side, Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says, "It would seem that the Kephera initially developed their understanding of harmony, and thusly of Kata as we know it, through extensive meditations on the nature of the spirit and the natural world with which it interacts. Perhaps, this knowledge is simply universally available in some way through heavy meditation?"

Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says, "As a sort of universal truth, it would seem that any extreme length of introspection would ultimately lead one to the same conclusion, no?"

Dipping his muzzle in agreement, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "I believe it is quite plausible for the loboshigaru and the kephera to have developed independent understandings of ka energy."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I think that the understanding is universal only as an understanding of something that exists in the world. As we know that fire burns and destroys, but can also be used for good, so too do other cultures learn such. Gaudiguch has learned differently, and their understanding is therefore different."

Master Quettle calmly listens to everything said, nodding his head slowly in comprehension.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "It is incredibly unlikely that two isolated cultures would develop so similar an understanding of natural energies that they would refer to them as exactly the same thing."

Dakhamunzu nods her head in agreement.

Daraius asks Azus, "You believe the kephera instructed Tosha?"

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I feel that at some point, there must have been an interaction. The kephera, after all, began to exist at the very beginning of the Elder Wars. There has not been a dearth of opportunities, especially in the mountains."

Daraius issues a short, low growl, sipping placidly at his tea.

Serenely, Master Quettle says, "I am not opposed to that theory. But as I have suggested, all historical documentation from the time of Tosha is faded, rotten, or simply gone, unfortunately."

Azus nods her head.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Much is lost to the passage of time. We both have surely been enriched."

Azus nods her head sagely.

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Azus, "Is it possible that any of the Queens would have knowledge or documentations?"

Master Quettle gathers his teacup again, drinking with a soft growl.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Queens Mumhatuti and Rashepera are... ahem..."

Azus sips her tea, taking a moment of silence.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Not very open-minded when it comes to the upworld. They are very interested in... their own affairs."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Queen Khementen and Sethetmun, however..."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "They are more inclined, but much farther afield."

Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says, "That theory seems plausible, though I do have one issue to raise with it. The Undervault, the Kephera and their plight were entirely unknown for hundreds of years while the Tosha stood here. It would seem if there had been contact, the monks of Tosha would have been aware of the issue of the Illithoid and made the Basin aware."

Kaiel tilts his head curiously at Azus.

Master Quettle listens to the conversation as he quietly sips his tea.

With a soft smile, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Such an event is hardly the topic of conversation, I think. Interesting in the extreme, especially given my archaelogical finds, but off-topic nonetheless."

Kaiel shrugs helplessly.

Azus purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.

Master Quettle says, "We shall simply have to continue discovering our respective histories."

Azus shifts position slightly, her eyes and abdomen glowing an eerie emerald.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I wonder though..."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Have you ever heard of a great sound, from below the ground, in your histories?"

Dakhamunzu's antennae flick between Azus and Master Quettle as she tilts her head in curiosity.

Daraius Shevat regards Azus and Master Quettle solemnly from over the rim of his cup, sipping silently at the brew.

Master Quettle pauses in thought, his brow knitting into a thick crease. Finally, the Master shakes his head. "Not that I recall," he responds.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Hmm... Well, pardon my curiosity, Ran Quettle. You were, I think, telling us of your understanding of mind, heart, and body?"

Master Quettle offers a canine grin. "It is not a problem, kephera. Curiosity is a good thing." Nodding, the old loboshigaru takes a final sip of tea, setting the empty cup nearby. One of the brothers - the one who stood by while the other went to get the tea - moves and gathers the cup, holding it in his hands. "Yes," Master Quettle responds, "Yes, because our understanding is not of Mind, Heart, and Body but of Form, Spirit, Heart, and Clarity."

Showing that she understands, Azus nods her head slowly.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Ah, I see the resemblance."

Master Quettle says, "The four do not refer to physical things, even the heart does not mean the physical heart, but the practice of compassion."

Daraius trains his ears and gaze on Master Quettle, listening with full attention.

Azus nods her head sagely.

Off-handedly, Master Quettle says, "I was told once that the monks of the far south have the sunflower as a symbol. I do wonder if there are commonalities there too."

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

Azus ponders the situation.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Nekotai, Ran Quettle?"

Master Quettle attempts to the thought with a shake of his head, a twitch of his whiskers. However, with Azus' question, the loboshigaru nods. "Yes. We know of them because many pass through these halls."

Kaiel shakes his head.

With a feral smile, Master Quettle says, "Alms-giving is a tradition of the monks."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "How curious. I would not have taken them to be either floral nor sunny, given their... home."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "I know nothing of their symbology, myself, but I cannot imagine their doctrines align at all with Master Aylat's."

Azus glances askance.

Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says to Master Quettle, "I doubt you would find much similarity with the Nekotai, Master. In actuality, their very name translates to "bringer of sorrow" from the fae tongue. They are quite the opposite of sunny."

Master Quettle barks a short laugh.

Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says, "Or calm, for that matter. Bloody, deranged maniacs may be more suited."

Kaiel coughs softly.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Their monastic traditions come from shards of a Soulless god."

Master Quettle says, "Perhaps it is the case, but I know little of their order either."

Kaiel nods his head at Daraius, showing his acceptance.

Resting one hand on Kaiel's shoulder, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Thank you, Noyan."

Dakhamunzu's antennae flicks between all those who are talking.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I do know a bit, if I may share it?"

Master Quettle tilts his head and listens intently to Azus.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Nekotai descend from the breed of illithoid to escape the Prison. They found sanctuary in the Glomdoring when Queen Mumhatuti attacked and slew their corrupted Spirits."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Like the Ninjakari, they learn of stealth and subterfuge, and excel at ambush and assassination. They exist to free their kind and corrupt the world with the illithoid abomination."

Dakhamunzu shifts position slightly, her eyes and abdomen glowing an eerie emerald.

Master Quettle says to Azus, "And your order is devoted against them, yes?"

Azus purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "No, it is not. Not directly. We protect the Serenwilde, our upworld kin, and we fight the illithoid. The Nekotai protect and serve the Glomdoring, their upworld refuge, and fight the kephera."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Kin of kin of kin, we continue the battle of Keph and Illith, all these centuries hence."

Serenely, Master Quettle says, "I see."

Master Quettle gently rubs his paws together, as he ponders further. "It seems, nonetheless, we all will have much to ponder and discover as time presses forward. Hopefully through further archival research, we will know more of ourselves," states the loboshigaru.

Daraius nods encouragingly towards Master Quettle, his tail thumping lightly on the floor behind him.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "None better than Hallifax to assist you, Ran Quettle. I suspect the good Ambassador would be particularly enthusiastic if he were to assist."

Gesturing toward the bookcase, Master Quettle says, "He already has."

Comprehension flashes across Azus's face.

Azus's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

A contented growl escapes Master Quettle's chest.

His voice laced with a contented growl, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Oh yes, we are on the case."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says to Azus, "Perhaps we could speak to the Queens? I would like to look into the matter further."

Princess Dakhamunzu, The Marziale says, "Even if they are unlikely to have much to say."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "It has been some time since I spoke to Mumhatuti. I can show you the ruined Hive while we are in that area."

Dakhamunzu beams at Azus from behind clicking mandibles.

Azus frowns as she glances at the bookcase.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Ran Quettle, are all of those books from your archives?"

Master Quettle shakes his head.

Master Quettle says, "They are gifts from the pup and Lord Windwhisper."

Comprehension flashes across Azus's face.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Oh, I see. I was surprised to see anything with the mark of a lotus."

Master Quettle's tail wags behind him.

Master Quettle tilts his head and listens intently to Azus.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Azus, "Why should that surprise you?"

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "It is a flower that grows only underground you see. Kephera who live in New Celest give them out as tokens of esteem."

Daraius's whiskers twitch abruptly.

Dakhamunzu tilts her head and listens intently to Azus.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I've never seen it in the wild, myself."

Rumbling softly, Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "Hm, that is interesting indeed."

Master Quettle says, "The lotus has been a symbol of the Monastery ever since Tosha plucked one from the highest mountains and kept it within our care."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "The lotus is of great significance to the Toshan order as well."

Master Quettle nods his head at Daraius.

Azus looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The plot thickens."

Kaiel's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Daraius gazes with dim eyes into his nearly empty teacup, a low, inscrutable growl in his chest.

Azus sets aside her empty teacup - when did that happen? - and folds her hands in her lap.

Master Quettle tilting his head to one side, his ears pointed toward Azus. "What does the lotus mean to you, kephera?" he asks.

Azus purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.

Dakhamunzu's antennae flick towards Daraius and she frowns in concern.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The lotus is a symbol of grace and tranquility. It represents openness, and has begun to become associated with the love of the Light."

A deep growl escaping his muzzle, Master Quettle says, "I see."

Azus tilts her head curiously.

Master Quettle says, "I wonder where that interpretation originated."

Azus shrugs helplessly.

Master Quettle says, "Perhaps we will simply need to have a great meeting of monastic orders."

A wry smile spreads across Master Quettle's face.

Azus's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Azus shakes her head.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I do not believe it would be wise to have the elamran en-kephera and the students of abomination in the same room together."

Kaiel nods his head at Azus, showing his acceptance.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "Not all orders value serenity as highly as the loboshigaru."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Even I would struggle to maintain my composure in the presence of they who torture my kin and seek to corrupt the world."

Dakhamunzu nods her head in agreement.

Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says, "I certainly wouldn't initiate any aggressions, but I would have no hesitations about ending them."

Kaiel shrugs helplessly.

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says, "It would not do to have this become a place of violence. It could undo the life's work of any number of seekers here."

Kaiel nods his head at Daraius, showing his acceptance.

Acknowledging his point to be true, Master Quettle nods his head gravely at Daraius.

Azus nods her head.

Master Quettle looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "There is no need to draw each of you into the violence of millenia."

Master Quettle fluidly rises from his sitting position.

Master Quettle says to Azus, "I appreciate the concern, kephera. Truly."

Daraius's gaze follows Master Quettle's movements attentively.

Master Quettle smooths out his robes and dusts them off with a swipe of his paws. "Unfortunately, friends, it is time for my midnight run through the mountains. It is important to exercise Form and Clarity," he growls solemnly.

Dakhamunzu stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Azus nods her head.

A wry smile spreads across Kaiel's face.

Dakhamunzu bows respectfully to Master Quettle.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "It has been a singular pleasure, Ran Quettle."

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Thank you for having us."

A brother of enlightenment makes a move, closing in on the group of you: Master Quettle's teacup in paw. Extending an arm out, he quietly waits for you to provide him your cups.

Master Quettle says, "Thank you for your time, kephera. This entire conversation was enlightening."

Master Quettle bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

Azus retrieves her cup from the floor and, after tracing one finger along the handle, passes it to Master Quettle.

Dakhamunzu picks up her cup off the ground and carefully hands it to a brother of enlightenment.

Daraius gets to his feet with practiced grace, dutifully tidying the cuffs at his elbows and adjusting the ends of his bow tie. With a polite dip of his muzzle, he hands his teacup to the attentive brother of enlightenment.

Kaiel carefully hands the brother of enlightenment his tea cup, then raises from his sitting position in a fluid motion.

Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says to Master Quettle, "I hope that next time we meet, I may provide refreshments to each of you."

Cup in hand, Master Quettle says, "Then I shall eagerly await your invitation."

With a polite incline of the head, Kaiel Siar'luin, Noyan en-Lam says to Master Quettle, "Thank you for your hospitality, Master. This conversation has been most intriguing."

Ambassador Daraius Shevat says to Master Quettle, "Thank you again for your time, Master Quettle. I too shall be sure come better prepared with cookies."

Master Quettle inclines his muzzle politely to the rest of you, in turn.

Master Quettle barks a soft chuckle. "Good," he exclaims to Daraius.

Master Quettle says, "If you would excuse me."

With a quiet calm on his features, Master Quettle glides out to the northeast.