Fae Sermons and Tea with Prince Alacardael

Xiran · June 2018

Was panicking and looking for old material to study. Found this log from 1/20/2012. I hope @Alacardael doesn't mind me posting it. (Xiran is really paranoid. Not Alacardael's fault.)

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Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "But Butter does make delicious little cakes, mmm."

You say, "I still say Butter's the best cook in the realms. But I do like tea."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness carefully settles his teacup onto the oak table.

You are wielding an embellished leather journal in your left hand and a little honey cake in your right hand.

You are holding:

<snip> a cluster of snapdragons, a midnight black rose, a blank figurine, 3 iridescent spores, a glowing moonflower, a silver-touched sable tea cup, 2 platters of spider-shaped bread wielding various sauces.

You are wearing:

a hooded cloak with a Butter Sweetpease clasp, a moonstone and garnet ring, a tan leather hunting skirt, a rustic knotwork satchel, an armlet engraved with a gushing urn, an emerald rose, an opalescent white turtleneck shirt, a rustic ring of blossoms, a tangled bracelet of hemp and beryl, a crystal tree pendant.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "So, this sermon of yours. I am guessing it will be Moon-y."

Alacardael wrinkles his nose in distaste.

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "But I will try my best to be...constructive."

You ponder a platter of spider-shaped bread wielding various sauces thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

You say, "I will do my best to not be distracted by all the sweets."

3772h, 4738m, 5844e ex-wp platter

There are no poisons or magical effects on a platter of spider-shaped bread

wielding various sauces.

Alacardael peers at you unscrupulously.

-l
A small sitting room.

The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A few small snowflakes drift lazily down from above. Decadent silk tapestries continue into this room, hanging from ceiling to floor creating a cocoon of comfort around the sitting area. Elegant sofas surround a deep oak table where several drinks are constantly refreshed and new finger foods appear regularly. The north wall has been overtaken by another massive bookcase displaying a treasure trove of knowledge. Several of the aged spines are scattered on the table lying ready for perusal. Alacardael is here, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He wields the dagger of the Thousand-Bound Souls in his left hand.

You see a single exit leading southwest.

-p platter

The main focus of this platter is a large, eight-legged spider cut from a giant loaf of freshly-baked bread. Each of the thick legs holds the main body of the spider up off the platter. The tip of each leg curves back upwards, splaying out into a petite, bowl-like form. Each of these miniature, bread-made bowls holds one of various types of dipping sauce made from either mashed, spiced fruits or vegetables, such as the bright orange pumpkin sauce. Upon the spider's back, the abdomen has been deeply carved out to hold several elongated bread sticks, although the spider's entire body is completely consumable.

It has 19 months of usefulness left.

It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of Vermilla.

It has been stamped with the seal of Caramel Candy Cooking Cartel.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "I hope you succeed, but alas the effort may be futile."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say, "Sounds like something that could be said all things Wyrd."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness taps his lips with a small piece of cloth and composes himself.

Alacardael nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

Alacardael takes a drink from a dainty bone china cup with silver ribbons.

Xiran lifts a bread stick from one of the platters.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a platter of spider-shaped bread wielding various sauces.

The bread of this platter tastes fresh while the various sauces taste of a mixture of sweet, tangy, or fruity.

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Now, tell me about this sermon business. Sermons are quite excellent in helping newcomers settle in and learn more about the place - beliefs, and the like."

Coughing softly, you say, "Er. Yes. We were hoping to hold several small ones."

Showing that he understands, Alacardael nods his head slowly.

You say, "We hope it might be easier to maintain interest that way."

You say, "One idea was to base some off our Canticle."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness glances in askance.

Xiran tilts her head.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Perhaps it would be best if I did not know the specifics."

Alacardael looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You say, "Mm. Or perhaps I should stick to those we could both agree upon."

You say, "Like reminding people that the Great Spirits are Fae?"

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "But yes, a dozen small ones are better that one grand meeting. Newcomers might fall asleep right in the middle of it, the little silly things."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "People forget that?"

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness exclaims, "How outrageous!"

Ruefully, you say, "Even some druids do."

Frowning, Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "That's unfortunate. More tea?"

Alacardael takes a drink from a silver-touched sable tea cup.

Xiran nods and lifts a silver-touched sable tea cup.

-taste tea

The oolong tea has a very sharp orange taste, which is levelled with the gentle flavouring of an orchid flower.

-l (( Twitchy-eyed there, Xiran. ))

The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.

-unwield cake

You cease wielding a little honey cake in your right hand.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Yes, well, perhaps you can make sure a druid or two will attend this sermon about the Fae and Great Spirits."

Xiran sets the teacup back in her lap.

Nodding, you say, "Aye. I'm not sure what else has been neglected though. Aside from the purpose of the Well..."

You murmur softly to yourself.

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Queen Maeve, perhaps, and how she is central to any and all things Fae."

Leaning in and whispering, Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "As insane the Queen may be at times, She is more than a monarch - she is the collective consciousness of the nature spirits."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "Mrm. That would be an important thing to mention. Some people argue against that though."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Yes, yes, the claim that the Maeve speaks for all of faedom is questionable. However, none can deny that she wields considerable power in rousing the Ethereal against incursions."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Also, since not every Great Spirit was mentioned by name in the Scroll that Queen Maeve's blossoming was recorded in, some insist she does not have such ties."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says to you, "Perhaps you can also remind people regarding the hai'Gloh Zemordia, and how Maeve was necessary in ensuring the safety of the Ethereal from Cosmic interference."

Wincing slightly, you say, "I keep thinking of the Xion Initiative when that comes up."

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Yes, well, that was the counter-ritual the half-formed came up with after the the rites of the fae foiled their nefarious schemes."

Alacardael wrinkles his nose in distaste.

Alacardael takes a drink from a silver-touched sable tea cup.

Alacardael gazes into a glittering tierstone.

Xiran takes a drink from a silver-touch sable tea cup, rinsing away the unpleasantness.

-l/-scent

You scent at the air, your skilled nose picking up the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.

Alacardael from a small sitting room.

-who

You sense the following people:

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Alacardael - a small sitting room

Xiran - a small sitting room

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(*) Currently, there are 2 Lusternians on this Plane and 71 on other Planes.

Xiran shifts the cup to the table to make room for the open journal.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "However, Queen Maeve does not only move during times of great and terrible conflict. The birth of Dandelion Sweetpaste, for example, was a fairly delightful affair that the Queen personally focused on."

You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.

Scribbling away, you say, "Oh, I would have loved to been present then."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "You might also want to remind people that the fae are not all known. In recent times we have discovered the foxglove, and the snoefaasia..."

Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.

Alacardael gazes into a glittering tierstone.

Glancing up, you say, "Ah. Qistrel recently told me the ice devils are also Fae."

You say, "Or were, before being touched by Zenos. She said they were snow wassets."

-help nocht

11.1.20 NOCHT, THE SILENT

Sages of the Seven Shrouds: Astraea, Sidd, and Druken

200 years after the Coming of Estarra, the Great Night cried out under

the fiery onslaught of the Sun. It was the cries of His greatest

creation that hastened the return of the Silent Lord to the First World.

Known as an extremely shy, soft spoken member of the Sixth Circle, Nocht

was often overlooked by those around Him, and thus became known as

Silent Nocht. However, for those who did know Him, He was extremely

skilled at manipulating raw spirit and equipped with a sharp intellect.

Among the first to be forced to flee at the time of the diaspora, when

so many Elders fled the Soulless, Nocht was separated from the other

gods, swept into the darkest corners of the Void.

Ages later upon His return, the Silent Lord aligned Himself with the

Glomdoring Commune, the worshipers of His beloved Night. Preferring to

walk amongst the shadows and act indirectly from a distance, little is

known of how Nocht's solitude in the Void has altered Him. He takes

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Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Yes, their Great Spirit was the Frost Spite, I believe."

(Serenwilde): Rika says, "Are you okay Xiran?"

(Serenwilde): You say, "Aye."

-scent/-who

(Serenwilde): Rika says, "Alright."

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Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Incidentally, one who has passed away. And despite the touch of Zenos, it was unfortunate that the fae was harmed."

(The Talnaras): You say, "He's being nice. And the tea's not poisoned. Haven't checked all the food yet."

-h alacardael

honours alacardael

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness (Male Demigod).

He is 128 years old, having been born on the 16th of Urlachmar, 187 years after

the Coming of Estarra.

He is ranked 43rd in Lusternia.

He is an extremely credible character.

He is the Prince of Darkness in the Shadowdancers.

He holds the position of a Spinner of the Dusk in the Shadowdancers.

He is a Professor in the Shadowmaze.

He is a Planar Drifter in the Fellowship of Explorers.

He is an enemy of your commune.

He is an enemy of your guild.

He is an enemy of your guild's associated organisation.

He is a graduate of the Ancestral Glade of the Moonharts (honours) and the

Shadowmaze (honours).

He is a member of the clan called 'The Wyrden Library Ministry.'

He is a member of the clan called 'The Crowned Night.'

He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.

His motto: 'Beauty Beyond Compare.'

He is accounted Intellectual among scholars.

He is considered to be approximately 270% of your might.

He has taken the hand of Noxx Nightshade in marriage.

He has been divorced 2 times.

He is a second generation member of the House of Nightshade by marriage.

See HONOURS FULL ALACARDAEL to view his 30 special honours.

You blink.

You say, "Frost Spite is no longer?"

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "And incidentally, it allowed us to see that a Great Spirit can indeed be so corrupt that the essence holding it together can collapse."

Glistening gold light filters into the room as the shining form of an Honour Guard enters from the southwest.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says to you, "Frost Spite was destroyed during that final battle against Zenos and his puppets."

Xiran claps a hand over her mouth.

(The Talnaras): Rika says, "Just be careful. He is a monster and a child."

The white blanket of cloud in the sky above you thickens into a heavy cover.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Quite unfortunate indeed, but I'm afraid the Great Spirit had been too corrupted by Zenos."

The room darkens slightly as the glowing mail of an Honour Guard leaves to the southwest.

(The Talnaras): You say, "Mm. I've spores. And I didn't sit down so I could keep scenting."

Lowering her hand, you say, "But. A Great Spirit falling?"

Alacardael takes a drink from a silver-touched sable tea cup.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "Sometimes, I suppose, it must happen. But perhaps the Fates can be kind and reweave the Frost Spite into something not-quite-as-spiteful."

Glancing upwards, you whisper, "Then. That time with... Dame Maeve. Were we close to losing her?"

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "In truth, I do not know. She is the Fae and the Fae are her - that is how I like to see it, at least. She lends power to the rest of the fae, but in turn they lend power to her. I think that, for the Taint to completely overcome Queen Maeve, the other Great Spirits must all first succumb as well."

Chewing her lip, you say, "It's a relief to hear that, but frightening as well."

Alacardael nods his head at you.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "The defenses of the fae have stood for longer than the mortal races have existed. It is indeed unsettling to see them attacked, but thankfully we have learned from the incident of Dame Maeve."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "For instance, the healing power of the Twin Springs, and the potential of Wydyr to be a healing mound for the fae."

You tilt your head curiously at Alacardael.

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says, "All the more effective, considering the Queen severed it from Faethorn, and as such Wydyr is not as severely affected when Faethorn is otherwise weakened."

Prince Alacardael Nightshade, Conduit of Darkness says to you, "The Tainted fae were placed in the Springs, and there they were cleansed."

Pausing her writing, you say, "I had heard she was revived by the Twin Springs, but I hadn't asked which side."

Alacardael looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A whistling breeze winds its way south with the softest sound of bells marking its passing.

-help wydyr

12.3.4 WYDYR GLADE

A dark glade on the ethereal plane, severed from Faethorn during the Taint

Wars, Wydyr Glade has been made home to the fae who were trapped there when

the Taint washed over them. Long hidden in secrecy by Mother Night's Avatars,

for fear that the pure source of the Well of Souls would be corrupted by those

who sought to harm the fae, only when great need arose was the way to it

opened. Still severed from the Realm of the Fae, Wydyr Glade is said to be

home to the Hae'vanei Spring, sibling spring to the Lo'varai, which rests

within Caoimhe Dell.

It is said that a pact was made between the elfen healers of Caoimhe and the

Avatars of Mother Night, allowing those blood descendants of Ellindel into the

Glade on a Full Moon to water a plant sacred to Mother Night, and to bless the

Hae'vanei Spring, so as to ensure that the Well of Souls would never run dry.

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