Elder God Intercession Descriptions

edited January 2022 in World Library

Feel free to add others! I don't know if order vs non-order members get different ones.

Maylea

You are dead, perhaps you should "Pray for Salvation".

You hear a soft song, as if of crooning, and you feel rocked in arms so gentle that you cannot move a muscle.
((Indeed, emoting gets locked.))

Colours blossom in your vision: a dot of red; a splash of green; soft, fragrant rivulets of yellow; indeed, every hue that you had imagined or could imagine, speeding towards the future.

At your ears, the sound of rustling trees bend to a light breeze, so cool and refreshing, which touches upon your body, your own body, that blossoms as if out of nothingness.

Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.

You are aware of a soft touch of Divine fingers on your arm, and a light kiss upon your forehead, with the whisper, "Walk well, little one," before you are deposited on your feet at a crossroads.

At a crossroads.
You stand amidst a thick, almost impassable forest, towered over by the looming shadows of countless trees. The fading light of dusk spills unperturbed through the canopy, sending dappled patterns onto the ground below, which is covered in a low-lying carpet of delicate flowers. Running through the forest are several paths made of little more than dirt tracks where the trees break. Each of these paths extends off into the distance, extending so far that they seem to blur and become one with the horizon, their destinations impossible to discern.

Lisaera


A silver mooncloak butterfly alights briefly on the tip of your nose and then scatters, dissipating into a dewy mist of essence. As its coolness settles upon your brow, you know, without a single doubt, that Lisaera, the Silver Goddess has gifted you with a portent of change - that your rebirth under Her aegis draws near.

You feel again before you see again: vines of silver and black flowers, thick and alive, coil slowly about your limbs, leaves tenderly brushing your face as grass tickles your palms to tingling life. Their fragrance is unlike anything you had smelled in your corporeal body: sweet, fresh, and invigorating, they stir something in the darkest recesses of your primordial memory.

Spirits dance in the spaces around you, their shapes wisps of energy given form beneath the eternal radiance of Mother Moon's pale light. For her power saturates this space, too, here in [--redacted--]. Your soul yearns to join in their games, to walk the steps it recognises though you know not how, but it must heal first, and so you rest in the solace and quietude of the obfuscating mists.

Neither distressing your respite nor allowing you to continue abiding it, an enchanting and timeless melody, laden with ancient and ethereal power, sings to you. "Return to Me. Return to Me. Zyaifa, zyaifa, return to Me." You understand the source immediately - you know that She calls you home.

How can you deny Her your awakening? Though your eyes have been opened, they somehow open once again, and you find yourself standing whole, Her blessings knit through your blood and bones, your flesh and breath. Then, shrouded in a lunar light too bright to see through, the Silver Goddess touches your cheek, suffusing you with a rush of power and energy - Her energy. The coolness of Her fingertips lingers even after She dissipates into a cloud of mooncloak butterflies, as does the watchfulness of Her two luminous eyes.

Within a moonlit tangle.
Mists spill with abandon into a thicket of vines and trees bursting from the earth in an irrepressible explosion of life. Infusing the air with their floral and clean perfume, clusters of pale blossoms adorn the tangled foliage, heavy heads bowing with exquisite splendour toward the mosses and ferns cushioning the land underfoot. Phantom shapes dart in and out of view - fae and mortal alike - basking in the moonlight which pierces the canopy above, bathing everything below in shafts of sparkling silver. Time sleeps in quiescence here, arrested in depthless, eternal night despite its natural passage without.

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  • Lantra

    As [Killer] takes your life, you feel the comforting presence of the Lady Lantra as She whisks you
    to the safety of Her healing mound.

    The healing mound of Lantra the White.
    This serene landscape appears more like a painting than reality, shaded in gentle shades of blue and
    green as an altar of white stone rises like a pedestal encircled by waterfalls. The cascading falls
    shimmer like a translucent curtain of mist, bathing the surroundings in a sparkling mantle of white.
    Stoic as they gracefully ascend from the waters, star lotus blossoms cradle the base of the pristine
    altar as their pure hearts emanate a soft, immaculate glow. Twinkling motes of cosmic energy dance
    forth across the rippling pool of water, leaving dizzying arcs in their wake as they trace across
    the alabaster stone. Rising with solemn grandeur from the misty waters, the healing mound of the
    White glistens with soothing light here.
    You see a single exit leading out.

     
    The gentle touch of moss and marble presses against your back as you hear the White Healer's calming
    voice: "Be not afraid of this defeat. Allow Me to give you remedy."
     
    White flowers blossom at the Goddess's words, flourishing all around you with life and renewal as
    you are cocooned in a soothing, radiant glow. So gentle is Lantra's work that you are hardly aware
    of Her presence, save for the domothean crystals that pulse softly overhead.
     
    "We Hamadhi tended to many grievous wounds in battle," Lantra says, Her voice quiet but firm, "and
    yet all Warriors knew Their fates would eventually lead Them to Our healing mounds. Know that this
    is but a temporary destination in your journey, [Player], but do not forget the lessons your
    wounds have taught you."
     
    The radiance surrounding you dims at last as the Goddess's words fade, leaving your body feeling as
    light and rejuvenated as a newborn being.


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