Hallifax Centennial Refounding Festival

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This thread will contain all the various logs of events official and unofficial that occur during the Hallifax Centennial Refounding Festival.

This will get continually updated over the next week or so and archived in this single thread for easy reference.

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The Opening Speech by Minister Irillia Shevat

(Hallifax): Irillia says, "Citizens, the opening ceremony of the Centennial Refounding Festival will begin in a few moments."

(Hallifax): Irillia says, "Do feel free to make your way to the Opera House if you would like to attend."

Irillia inclines her head politely to those around her.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "Thank you for coming, one and all. I would like to wait just a minute or two more, merely to be polite to any late comers."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance glances briefly at her watch and nods to herself, before folding her hands primly.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Well, it appears that we are all here. Again, I do thank you all for coming."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "If you will excuse me, I shall begin the Centennial Festival by waxing pompous with a speech upon the stage."

Irillia steps in through the scrim from the stage.

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'Opening Speech of the Centennial Refounding Festival'.

Minister Irillia Shevat sweeps into view from behind a curtain, an eddying zephyr following her movements and swirling about her skirts as she steps onto a crystalline podium.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "My fellow citizens of the Collective, I bid you greetings and welcome to this momentous occasion, the Centennial Refounding Festival of Hallifax, the Beacon of Harmony."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Long ago, in the dawn of the Basins youth, our city first began as a dream in the minds of Lady Trillillial and Lord Xyl, a dream of a harmonious and beautiful city of crystal spires and airy clouds. Though the grief and strife of the Elder Wars cost Them Their dream, it has lived on in the hearts of Their shards, the trills and lucidians who arose from Their splintering."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Their bond, and the resulting bonds that linked the races that They engendered, formed the foundation of the glorious society that is our Collective."

Minister Irillia Shevat smiles and says, "In the hundred years since Hallifax's second refounding, we have certainly known hardship and struggle, but we have also known triumph, achievement, and joy."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Aeromancers once more patrol the Basins skies and the Matrix Institute continues its scientific research, while the Sentinels protect and monitor the timestream and the Symphonium sings Hallifax's praises in exquisite, crystalline harmonies."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Our servants and proletariat labour once more to support the glory of Hallifax. Our warriors remain vigilant in protecting the Collective and keeping our citizens safe from those who foolishly oppose us. Our bureaucrats maintain the city's organisation and efficacy, while our merchants enrich its coffers and facilitate profitable trade.. And our scientists and artists bring glory to the Collective through their discoveries and creations."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "As Lady Trillillial and Lord Xyl joined together to dream of our crystal city, as the trills and lucidians who sharded from Them joined to build Hallifax and raise it to the heights of cultural and scientific glory, so should we citizens of Hallifax today join together to strengthen, protect, enrich, and elevate Hallifax to new heights of glory."

Minister Irillia Shevat smiles and says, "Let us always join together in collaboration and accordance, forever united in the quest to keep the dream of Hallifax alive and to make it a harmonious, beautiful reality each day."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "As Chairman Adom wrote, "The current situation of the Commonwealth can only improve, and our natural superiority shall only be strengthened by the Collective.""

Minister Irillia Shevat says, ""The city of Hallifax is the pinnacle of civilisation that stands at the top of the cultural tree of the Basin. So it has been, and so it shall always continue to be.""

Minister Irillia Shevat says, ""It is..." And here she pauses and smiles warmly, before continuing, "The Logical Conclusion.""

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Thank you all for listening, and for attending the opening ceremony of the Centennial Festival of the Beacon of Harmony."

Pillars of pure white light shoot skyward from every corner of the Grand Hallifaxian Opera House, proclaiming the beginning of the Centennial Refounding Festival of the city of Hallifax.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Opening Speech of the Centennial Refounding Festival'.

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'O Hallifax' Performed by Allyrianne Windwhisper

I tried to include the pretty colors of her performance, but I can't work the forums enough to not make it crap. So just go view it in game.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Now, I would like to introduce Symphonist Allyrianne, who will be performing a poetic rendition of Daraius Shevat's 'O Hallifax' upon the stage."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says to Allyrianne, "That is, unless you would like to linger over the cake."

Symphonist Allyrianne Windwhisper, Aethereal Melody smiles around her bite of cake, seeming a little taken aback, before hurriedly finishing with as much grace as she can muster.

Allyrianne consumes a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Hastily dusting off her hands before offering a curtsey, Symphonist Allyrianne Windwhisper, Aethereal Melody says, "Thank you, Minister. Daraius Shevat was kind enough to let me adapt his beautiful ode "O, Hallifax" for the stage."

Symphonist Allyrianne Windwhisper, Aethereal Melody smiles and says, "I hope you all enjoy it."

(Hallifax): Allyrianne says, "If any newcomers would like to join us at the stage, I will be beginning the premier of "O, Hallifax" momentarily."

Allyrianne steps in through the scrim from the stage.

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'O Hallifax'.

Gradually, the strains of a langorous melody become noticeable, the sweet mellow sound of violas and cellos slowly swelling in volume from its soft beginnings.

A gentle light dawns upon the stage, revealing an exquisitely detailed ink-drawn map of the Basin of Life which hangs down, filling the entire front of the stage and obscuring whatever might be behind it.

Dreamily, an aethereal soprano rings out over the stage, seeming to come from several directions at once as it sings, "I lay myself to rest and drift to sleep,"

The map blurs hazily at the sound of the voice, the image taking on a dreamlike cast with muted colours. The map begins to rotate, before tilting to present a horizontal view to the audience.

As the map shifts, the voice sings on, sweetly soaring throughout the auditorium, "And in my mind's eye dream of vistas vast."

A few moments are spent looking at the miniature diorama of the basin, before, with a swell of music, the diorama grows, so that a moving picture of the Skarch desert is shown, the colours of the desert bright and clear.

Rising and then falling again, the voice sings on, "I fly o'er deserts and o'er mountains leap,"

The delicate chiming of crystal joins the lower strings in an airy accompaniment as the soprano continues to sing, the voice a joyous sigh, "And come upon a sky-bound jewel at last."

A trill of flutes joins the music, as a bend in the mountain path is rounded, revealing the floating city of Hallifax. Her crystal spires catch the light, refracting it in a breathtaking display of light.

The voice stills a moment, while the accompanying instruments play on in harmonious unison, the gentle chiming of crystal keeping time, perfectly coordinated with the shifting rays of sunlight striking upon the effulgent spires.

Sweetly, the voice resumes as Hallifax grows ever larger upon the stage, "She drifts amid the airy windswept blue"

A few wisps of cloud twine amidst the sparkling spires, catching the refracting light in a warm aureola.

The voice continues in a soft lingering caress, contrasting with the continued precise chiming of crystal, "A glinting gem beneath the smiling sun"

The music swells in glorious crescendo, a group of violins joining, playing vivace in counterpoint to the cello's steadier beat, while the violas begin to play pizzicato.

The music resolves into dulcet harmony as the voice sings, "Her perfect walls aglow with every hue"

The individual company towers are now distinguishable from the whole, each glimmering in their own hue, the ensemble presenting a breathtaking array of jewel tones.

Joyfully the voice ascends as the violas resume playing legato, "Her pristine visage parelled by none."

The view reaches the Bridge of Wings, the great crystalline sculptures of the bridge towering in incandescent magnificence, the sunlight striking twinkling motes of light which dance in time to the chiming of crystal.

The view changes rapidly from the briefest glimpse of the clean, orderly inhabitants of the lower wards, before reaching the upper city, where a multitude of couples dance among the spires.

Strains of a waltz infuse the ensemble's theme as the voice continues, as the couples dance on, seemingly oblivious to the voice's words, "I dance among her soaring minarets,"

A gentlemanly loboshigaru lifts his arm, allowing his petite gold-plumed trill companion to twirl gracefully, the pair momentarily at the forefront of the dancers, before they are lost once more in the elegant throng.

The percussion joins in with a slow, rhythmic beat that is more felt than heard, "I feel the pow'r within her matrix thrum."

Two glittering lucidians spin by, their steps precisely measured, the male clad in regal professorial robes, the female in a twilight-hued ballgown which sets off the purity of her crystal.

The timbre of the piece intensifies, losing the last remnants of the langorous beginning to crystal clarity and precision, "A dulcet chiming stirs me from my rest."

Lightly, the various couples begin to land from their aerial dancing, many collecting about the Matrix at the heart of the city.

Singing clearly over the diminuendo of the orchestra, the voice cries, "I wake to hear the city's vibrant hum."

The voice ceases as a single violin picks up the melody where the voice left off, soaring clearly above the rest of the orchestra which turns to mimicking the every-day sound of Hallifaxian life.

The thrum of the Matrix forms a persistent rhythmic undercurrent while indistint chatter, pattering footsteps, chiming crystal, susurrant winds, and occasional chirps and twitters form a surprisingly melodious background to the slender 

strains of the violin weaving amongst them.

With a crash of cymbals, the full orchestra unites at last, as the voice picks up the melody, loud enough to be heard above the triumphant accompaniment, "In wakefulness I see her beauty whole,"

The orchestra plays on, the bases providing the rhythmic thrum of the matrix as the other instruments provide the complex harmonies.

The image provides the audience with a dizzying view of Hallifax's spires from the ground as the voices proclaims, "Surpassing every flight of fantasy."

The orchestral accompaniment rises and begins to decrescendo, the whimsical flutes and oboes taking prominence, the ensemble providing a metaphor for the unity and beauty of Collectivism where each plays his or her part to create a masterpiece.

Winding amidst the trills of flute and soft soaring oboe the voice sings on, "I breathe, and let her soft winds fill my soul,"

An airy carillon rings out as a playful gust of wind winds around the matrix, fluttering the finery of the gathered citizens.

Sweet-smelling breezes leave the stage, spreading out among the members of the audience, playfully swishing through dresses and robes, lending a sense of security and safety as they go.

The music begins to build steadily in unified crescendo, and the citizens gathered about the matrix stir, aligning themselves and facing the audience.

Together, the voices of all on stage rise in unison above the full power of the orchestra in triumphant melody, "All praise the shining glory of the skies,"

Some of those on stage hold hands, some simply stand with eyes uplifted, their expressions proud and noble as the individuals of the choir sing their part.

Tendrils of mist swirl between the singers as they continue, "Whose crystal spires gently kiss the clouds."

Their song resounding through the hall, the citizens sing on, their voices twining in seemingly effortless harmony with the orchestra's theme.

A few sopranos rise in glorious descant, their voices clear as crystal, "No greater sight than thou has graced mine eyes,"

The music swells from the throats of the chorists, and the instruments of the orchestra in crescendo as the finale is reached.

High above the song of the ensemble the sopranos continue, "And evermore shall thee this poet laud."

The singers sustain their notes before cutting off in unison, leaving the orchestral instruments playing on, before finally bringing the piece to a soft, yet majestic, conclusion.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'O Hallifax'.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance glances hesitantly at the crowd and then steps onto the stage again, clearing her throat.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "Now, I suppose, I can truly declare the Centennial Festival as having begun. Thank you, Allyrianne, for that wonderful performance in homage to our city, the Beacon of Harmony."

Shedrin

"Phruit" by Phoebus Windwhisper

What is Phruit? These Hallifaxians are about to find out. Perhaps you too can unravel the mystery. Simply join the Collective today!

You say, "I think we need some of Phoebus' infamous non-suspcious food."

Entrias peers at Phoebus unscrupulously.

Phoebus glances askance.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Do you...want me to make some?"

Zyphora laughs melodically at Phoebus.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Thank you for your attention. Do watch out for fruit that is not, in fact, fruit."

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Yes, I keep hearing about this phruit."

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Or something."

Entrias looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Well."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Okay."

Archmage Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes says, "You should definitely make 

some."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "How much?"

Archmage Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes says, "One for everyone who's never had it."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "And how many would that be?"

You say, "Make twenty."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper looks confused and says, "...phruit?"

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Make five. I'll give mine to Maerad if I don't like it."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I'll just make a whole ton of them, and let you all sort it out after."

Symphonist Allyrianne Windwhisper, Aethereal Melody shrugs at Maerad, her expression dubious.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "One moment, then."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Here you go. One delivery of completely normal fruit."

"platter173766"           an inconspicuous platter of fruits x about 50

Phoebus points accusingly at an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Zyphora picks up an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

  

Maerad picks up an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Allyrianne picks up an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Zyphora puts her nose over an inconspicuous platter of fruits and inhales.

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "How inconspicuous."

Maerad tentatively sticks out her tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Zyphora tentatively sticks out her tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Tisianna picks up an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Allyrianne puts her nose over an inconspicuous platter of fruits and inhales.

Zyphora quickly devours an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Allyrianne tentatively sticks out her tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Irillia picks up an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Tisianna quickly devours an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Irillia tentatively sticks out her tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Allyrianne gives an inconspicuous platter of fruits the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete sputters slightly, covering her mouth with a handkerchief.

Zhesle puts his nose over an inconspicuous platter of fruits and inhales.

Yatrius tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Folding her wings so she can reach them easily, Phoebus preens her wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "I... What was that?"

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper furrows her brow, looking slightly unconvinced.

Zhesle tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of 

fruits.

The corners of Tulemrah's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

  

Entrias looks about himself suspiciously.

   

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Fruit."

  

Yatrius licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

 

Zhesle peers about himself unscrupulously.

 

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Plus."

Entrias picks up an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Fruit Plus."

Allyrianne eats an inconspicuous platter of fruits with obvious gusto.

Entrias gives an inconspicuous platter of fruits the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.

Entrias puts his nose over an inconspicuous platter of fruits and inhales.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper claps her hands brightly, offering, "I quite liked that."

Entrias tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Maerad eats an inconspicuous platter of fruits with obvious gusto.

Symphonist Zhesle says, "Ugh."

Yatrius sniffs an inconspicuous platter of fruits, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.

Zyphora gives Tisianna the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Symphonist Allyrianne Windwhisper, Aethereal Melody covers her mouth, attempting not to gag.

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "The fruit is oddly warm. Emeritus, did you cool this before serving it?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance breaks into a coughing fit, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief.

Allyrianne stares implacably at Tisianna.

Maerad opens her mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper blinks slowly at Zyphora, quirking a little smile in response.

Entrias quickly devours an inconspicuous platter of fruits.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Tisianna, "What do you usually make a habit out of eating?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Good heavens. That was not in the least what I expected."

Yatrius raises an eyebrow at Phoebus.

Archmage Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes says to Irillia, "Exactly!"

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper looks undecided and says to Zyphora, "Food?"

Maerad nods her head at Irillia, showing her acceptance.

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer blinks owlishly, slowly turning an odd shade of green. "Needs salt." he murmurs, washing his mouth out from a bottle at his side.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Tisianna, "We shall need to schedule culinary appreciation lessons for you."

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper points a wing to Entrias, offering to Zyphora, "See. Father liked them too."

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "I think perhaps I'll stick to the lobster for now."

Phoebus Windwhisper shakes her head and blinks, as if snapping out of a daydream.

Phoebus Windwhisper asks, "What?"

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete glances at Entrias with an evaluating look before returning her gaze to Tisianna.

Tisianna beams broadly at Zyphora.

Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Phoebus, "Your platter is quite..mmm, interesting."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "It's art."

Shaddus

For posterity, this is the cake I designed for the ceremony. 

Item: Cake  Type: Cakes  Org: Swansong  Designer: Entrias

Ingredients: fruit 3 grain 2 milk 1 sugar 4 spices 2 kafe 1

Mortal Reviews: Allowed

IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: CAKE

Appearance:

a commemorative cake of Hallifax's return

Dropped:

A sugar-coated blackberry cake rests here in an orderly fashion.

Examined:

Octagonal in shape, this palm-sized cake smells heavily of mountain

berries. A ring of blackberries crusted with sugar surrounds the outer

edge of the cake's top layer of dark frosting. Winding through the

middle of the frosting is a small strip of emerald-hued fondant, shaped

like a road and leading to the feet of a small rock candy figurine.

Obviously lucidian and vaguely feminine, the blue candy figurine wields

a marzipan miniature of the Hand of Tzaraziko raised in a triumphant

display of fortitude. The cake below the icing is soft and crimson in

hue, and appears to be flavoured with kafe and raspberries.

Consume:

Picking off the decorative figure atop the cake, you pull gently at the

miniature Hand of Tzaraziko, revealing it to be a small marzipan fork.

Using it to dig into the cake, you proceed to devour it from the top

down, tossing the blackberries into your mouth and rolling them around

in your mouth before swallowing them. After eating the top layer, you

dig into the bottom, the taste of kafe and raspberries blending well

together. Finally finishing the cake, you bite into the makeshift fork,

snapping it between your teeth and chewing it up before downing it. With

a last, regretful frown at the rock candy figurine, you bite into it,

finding it to be filled with blueberry jam. A few moments of crunching

and the deed is done, the cake completely devoured.

Smell:

Inhaling deeply over this cake, you smell berries and kafe, as well as a hint of almond.

Taste:

Nibbling delicately upon the cake, you taste both blackberry and a hint of almond.

Shedrin

Art Exhibition by Minister Irillia Shevat and Various Artists

Was hoping someone else would post the log. I had to rewatch and log, so I might have missed a few little things before and after. The actual painting descriptions are bolded.

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'Refounding Festival 353 Art Exhibition'.

As the stage curtains rise, the bright stage lights overhead suffuse the stage in a steady, warm glow, illuminating the tall, study easel of pale moonhart wood in the centre.

Minister Irillia Shevat sweeps out from behind the curtain amid eddying breezes of cool crisp air, coming to stand beside the empty easel. In her left hand, she carries a delicate crystal staff and in the right, a fine vellum scroll.

Performing a deep curtsey, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Greetings, and welcome to the art exhibition of the Centennial Refounding Festival."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "It is my great honour to present the following paintings for your aesthetic enjoyment and edification, as part of the Collective's centennial celebrations."

Consulting the scroll in her hand, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "As the first painting of the exhibition, I present to you, "A lone sable hart.""

Minister Irillia Shevat raises a delicate crystal staff into the air and points it toward the left side of the stage. In response, a fresh, fragrant zephyr redolent of sweet blossoms and green leaves blows across the stage, carrying an ebony-framed painting and gently setting it onto the easel.

A single emerald spotlight flickers into life, casting a verdant glow upon the painting, "A lone sable hart."

Awash in the gentle depths of acrylic pigments, this gloaming painting depicts a phantasmal hart, a regal buck in his prime peering over his shoulder behind him as he wanders alone through the dense woodland. Stepping lightly through the tenebrous bramble of a moonless forest, the lean beast carries the burden of overlarge palmate antlers. Ornamenting those bone-white protrusions are myriad black tallow candles rendered with precise brush-strokes, their wicks burning enigmatically with ephemeral blue flames; the cyan-hued incandescence plays mesmerisingly over the buck's fluid sable pelt, eerily illuminating gilt and ash in lines reminiscent of shadowed demons and carnal reverie across his strong shoulders and back. The deer's elongated features are set with russet-red eyes, their ruddy depths highlighted with inclusions of deeper ochres and merlot, and betwixt those scarlet orbs lies a single starburst of palest white, the ghostly marking laid stark upon his noble brow like an otherwordly brand. A fugitive tendril of mist coils around the right hind leg of the hart, adding a somewhat ominous note to the composition of the portrait. The painting has been framed in inky ebony wood polished to the lustre of glass, its surface traced over in delicate silvern lines of sprawling ivy and belladonna blossoms.

Minister Irillia Shevat nods her head respectfully toward the painting, before glancing down at the scroll in her hand again.

Minister Irillia Shevat circles her staff at the painting on the easel, while gesturing toward the wings with her other hand. A buffeting blast of air, swirling with white feathers, bears "A lone sable hart" away toward the wings and carefully places a second painting upon the easel.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "This next painting is entitled, "An uncomfortable meeting.""

The spotlight above changes to a rich sapphire that bathes the stage in the deep, luminous glow of twilight.

Bent forward in the foreground of this painting is a single cloud trill, her graceful figure a little larger than the average avian. A crop of coppery headfeathers springs forth from her scalp, glistening as if the paint were still damp, whilst two grand wings are settled at her sides - the three white bands brushing across the creamy brown plumage just visible. Behind her rectangular spectacles, the trill's sky-blue eyes are narrowed slightly as she examines the other inhabitants of the portrait: a small clutch of baby pigeons, feathers fluffed up with self-importance. The clutch of vermin perch clustered atop a shining platinum pedestal, their mouths agape as if seeking food or squeaking out objections. An unintelligible exchange seems to be occurring between the demigoddess and her visitors; one in which neither seems to be terribly comfortable. An oil painting crafted from delicately thin brush strokes, this painting displays the promising work of an up-and-coming artist. Though not without fault, it nonetheless demonstrates a skilled attention to detail and an eerily lifelike rendering of its subjects.

Minister Irillia Shevat smiles and says, "According to the artist, this painting is inspired, apologetically, by the tales spun by fellow Collectivists about a certain Avatar of the Architect and her encounters with the avians that so often frequent the city."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The artist regrets that it was composed without having personally seen the subject's profile. Instead, the likeness was taken from an excellently crafted statue of her within the city."

Minister Irillia Shevat smiles faintly with amusement, before ushering in another flow of wind to bear away the painting and carry a new one onstage upon the easel.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The next painting bears the title, "Their final joining.""

The stage glows with blushing radiance as the spotlight above changes to a gentle rose quartz, akin to the roseate hues of clouds at sunrise.

Wrought with thin watercolours that seem almost translucent, this painting is delicate in its intricacy. Resplendent in the foreground are two entwined hands; one feathered and graceful in its willowy slenderness, the other made of harshly angled yet nonetheless precious crystal. A warm glow suffuses the lucidian hand, the softly suffusing light of its love rippling off the trill's elegant plumage. Though the joining of the hands is the clear focus of this image, behind their v-shaped meeting a beautiful sky can be seen. A shimmering azure striated with wisps of white cloud, it captures a moment of tranquillity - though the two hands grasp at one another with desperation and a wistful longing, the bittersweet beauty of which is the overriding emotion captured within the brushstrokes.

Glancing down at a vellum scroll, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "In the words of the artist, this painting endeavours to capture the desperately painful moment between Lord Xyl and Lady Trillillial when They decided at length to splinter Themselves."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The artist would have not only Their Sacrifice remembered, but the deep and undying love between the two of Them that was the focus of Their lives from start to end - and beyond. It ought to be inscribed with 'Are you ready, beloved?' - the Lady's final words to her crystalline heart."

Minister Irillia Shevat involuntarily brushes a tear from the corner of her eye, before gesturing with a delicate crystal staff again. A warm zephyr redolent of exotic teas wafts onto the stage, sweeping away "Their final joining" and depositing a new paining onto the easel.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Next, I present to you the painting, "A Collective Waltz.""

The spotlight above flickers to a regal amethyst hue, imbuing the stage and its occupants with a lambent violet glow.

Vibrant colours and lush, fluid brushwork weave together in a sumptuous rococo style across this canvas, coalescing into the scene of a splendid Hallifaxian ball graced with dozens of distinguished guests. Tall windows encircle the ballroom, looking outward onto a vast, starry night sky above the clouds, while jewelled chandeliers suffuse the high-ceilinged chamber with a rich, prismatic glow. Every surface, from the crystalline walls and marble floor to the guests' silken gowns and tailored suits, glistens and twinkles in the flickering light, creating an impression of lively brilliance. A number of tables decorated with lavish flower arrangements and platters of delicacies are scattered along the edges of the ballroom, where several guests gather to enjoy delectable pastries and tea in leisure. In the centre of the ballroom, several pairs of dancers whirl across the floor in a stately waltz, their hands linked and their gazes uplifted. Even in the immobile medium of paint, a sense of movement and grace is conveyed through the flowing sweep of the ladies' gowns, the tilt of the dancers' heads, the widely angled stances of the gentlemen, and the gentle blurring of each couple's outline as they glide across the ballroom. Though the dancing couples may appear randomly spaced at first, the ornate swirls and curves of the geometric mandala inlaid upon the dance floor encompass and unite the dancers into a pattern larger and grander than each individual couple. From there, it becomes apparent that the dancers' positions and postures, the rhythmic rippling of their garments, the placement of tables around the ballroom, and even the opalescent sparkle of light from the chandeliers are all symmetrically balanced and interwoven in an echo of the mandala's concordant design. Far from being haphazard, every element in the ballroom scene has been positioned, proportioned and portrayed with purpose and order, infusing this festive painting with an air of solemn harmony.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "According to the artist, this painting was inspired in part by stories of the Grand Hallifaxian Collectivist Ball, as well as the more recent Hallifaxian tea party. It is an attempt to depict how harmony and order not only govern our lives as citizens of Hallifax, but also help create the beauty and art that inspire and enrich our minds and hearts."

Minister Irillia Shevat briefly hums a few bars from a waltz under her breath as she motions for another responsive wind. This time, a steady, even gust of wind slowly conveys the next painting to the easel and bears away its previous occupant.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "This next painting is entitled, "A Scientific Inquiry.""

Scintillating white light streams from overhead as the spotlight shifts to a pristine, diamond clarity that eliminates all but the deepest shadows from view.

Clad in an immaculate white lab coat with a breast pocket lined with pens and styluses, a tall, broad-shouldered dracnari covered in deep emerald-green scales stands in the centre of an austere crystalline laboratory arrayed with gemstone desks, workbenches, and cabinets. Though tidy and organised, many of the jewel-wrought surfaces are marred with scratches, scuffs, and even scorch marks from past experiments gone awry. Suspicious reddish smudges stain the lights overhead, tingeing their otherwise steady, clear illumination with a faintly lurid cast. Dominating the table in front of the dracnari, a convoluted contraption of blown glass and gleaming metal surges with glowing fluids, noxious-looking gases, and even miniature storm-clouds travelling through its spiralling tubes, hair-fine piping, pear-shaped flasks, hourglass-shaped bottles, globular reservoirs, and other exotically moulded vessels amid a veritable labyrinth of valves, funnels, seesaws, lodestones, prisms, chronometers, and tiny propellers. On one end of the contraption, a miniature conflagration has just shattered the bell jar meant to contain it, the raging flames bursting upward and outward in a blaze of vivid saffron and crimson. Shards of curved glass fly in every direction, along with a swirl of fluttering, blackened feathers. Impassively studying the blast from above, the dracnari wears only the faintest hint of a satisfied smirk as he takes notes upon a slim crystal tablet. Tucked into a far corner of the laboratory, several wide-eyed pigeons are crammed into a small cage, their wings beating frantically at the bars as they too contemplate the explosive experiment.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "In the artist's words, this painting represents both the perils and power of scientific discovery, one of the great pillars that upholds the Collective."

Minister Irillia Shevat raises her arms toward the wings, summoning a mild, warm breeze redolent with warm sunlight. The breeze gently sets a new painting upon the easel and sweeps away carrying the previous painting out of sight.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Next, may I present the painting, "An unequal introduction.""

The spotlight overhead shifts into a warm golden glow, reminiscent of sunshine streaming through an aurulent beryl gemstone.

The images within it blurred and ever so slightly disformed, this watercolour depicts a single figure. Of an unwieldy height, this trill holds herself with a grace that clearly does not come naturally to her - though her back is straight, her shoulders hunch ever so slightly in the manner of one seeking to retreat from focus. Her face, though not picked out in great detail by the indistinct watercolours, is alight with interest as she gazes at the room about her. A jeweller's workbench lies before her, dozens of gems piled up neatly upon it, a small hammer seemingly forgotten in her hand as something else takes her attention. Though alone in the room, she is surrounded by an incandescent series of lights in the air that almost seem joyous in their amusement. Unlike the almost monochromatic trill herself, the enigmatic glow has been depicted in all the colours of the rainbow. A beautiful warmth seems to suffuse the lights, the focus and attention paid to them lending their otherwise incidental forms a prized place as the focus of the image.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The artist requested that I present this painting, as well as the next, without any explanation, as she had no desire to colour the viewer's interpretation of the images depicted."

Minister Irillia Shevat offers an enigmatic half-smile.

Minister Irillia Shevat proceeds to wave a delicate crystal staff. The faintest breath of wind stirs the air, barely strong enough to tug at the corners of the current painting and transport it offstage, while another tenuous breath of wind carries the next painting ever so slowly and painstakingly onto the easel.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "This next painting, I believe, is entitled "The most precious gift of all.""

Pale viridescent light floods the stage as the spotlight flickers to a delicate jade-green hue, the shade of youthful leaves unfurling to herald the spring.

Two feathered trill forms stand within a beautiful glade, glistening golden light shining down as vibrant viridian branches frame them. The first woman stands with her wings wrapped delicately around the other, soft brown plumage stretched forth in a gesture of comfort, whilst the second's form is somewhat hunched; her inelegant frame almost entirely supported by the first, their hands clasped desperately together. Her large brown eyes shining with concern, the stable beacon of compassion watches the other trill closely - though the other woman's attention is clearly elsewhere. Large pools of emotion, unparalleled detail has been paid to her viridian eyes as they gaze out at nothing. A deep and pervading love shines within them, tinged by a sense of stolen breath so deep it almost gleams with fear. Depicted in oil paints, the painting has been glossed with a varnish that makes the colours glisten as if still wet - capturing the overwhelmed trill's emotions as if they were alive before the viewer.

Minister Irillia Shevat circles her hands together, and a whirling cyclone sweeps across the stage, engulfing the painting into its spinning winds and spewing out another upon the easel.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Next, for your viewing pleasure, I give you, "The audacity of hope.""

Rich, sanguine light fills your vision and illuminates the painting upon the easel as the spotlight above shifts to a deep ruby hue.

Sweeping brushstrokes create a brightly coloured painting depicting the Transcendental Aviary in Hallifax. Flowers of all shapes and sizes dot the ground, while birds flit about, landing on carefully placed trees. Central to the painting is a young trill woman in the prime of her life; beautiful beyond compare, her azure eyes are wide in shockas she listens to a young trill on his knees in front of her. The maiden is light of skin, with creamy ringlets cascading down her back between her wings, and a delicate visage worthy of shrines and temples. In stark contrast, the trill youth is plain of feature, his face soft and unprepossessing in every way possible. His hands are stained, yet he dares to grasp her manicured hands, his eyes meeting hers as if begging her to accept his proposal.

Minister Irillia Shevat smiles briefly toward the painting, before tapping the butt of her staff sharply on the ground. A sweetly perfumed wind dances across the stage, whisking the painting off the easel and replacing it with another.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "And next, I present the painting, "Hallifax at Dawn.""

Milky, nacreous light spills across the stage as the spotlight above shines upon the easel with opaline brightness.

The architectural symphony that is the city of Hallifax comes alive in an auroral aubade within the depths of this oil painting of the sunrise, as darkness retreats from the heavens and a shining dawn breaks in the east. Just peeking over the gilt-edged horizon, the rising sun suffuses the centre of the canvas in a blaze of golden splendour. Opalescent shades of amber, coral and pearl bathe the sky in splashes of sunlit colour, chasing away the ebon shadows of night. The same blushing glow that illuminates the heavens also radiates outward upon Hallifax, turning its crystalline spires and marble platforms to a soft rose that deepens into a rich magenta hue. Wreathed in dreamy, windswept clouds tinted a misty lavender edged in delicate, flowing dawn-silver brushstrokes, the aerial city sparkles with prismatic radiance in the morning light. Echoing and complementing each other in a vast and complex harmony, the airy towers and arching bridges soar skyward as though aspiring to embrace the beauty of the sunrise. High above the city's tallest turret, a single dazzlingly white falcon circles upward in a spiralling gyre on broad, outspread wings, his feathers tinged with both the roseate brightness of the city below and the luminous radiance of the sunrise above.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Regarding this painting, the artist wishes to express the sentiment that, while we Hallifaxians may be fortunate enough to enjoy this magnificent sight every morning, it is still worthy to be celebrated in art."

Minister Irillia Shevat clicks her heels together sharply. In response, fluffy white clouds flow in from the wings holding one painting aloft, which they gently place upon the easel, and flow out bearing the other painting away.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "It is my honour to present the next painting, "Lessons in Etiquette.""

The spotlight above casts a vibrant saffron glow as it flickers to a warm citrine.

Framed in burnished, gold-chased mahogany, this painting features two figures in the midst of instruction: a strict governess and her earnest pupil. Behind their slender silhouettes, capacious bookshelves have been carved into walls of deep citrine hue, filled endlessly with tomes on social propriety and decorum. A young trill, clad in a tea-length dress of flaxen-gold and grass-green, precariously balances a stack of three slender books upon her head; in complementary heeled slippers, she appears to cautiously tread a shimmering silver line traced upon the pristine marble floor. Her expression uncertain though intensely focused, she gazes upward at her literary burden as though fearful of the leather-bound books falling to the ground. Though her arms remain stiffly at her sides, her sleek, sienna-brown wings are spread slightly to distribute her centre of gravity; the feathers on her head, rendered in matching pigments, fall in wayward plumes across her avian features and partially obscure her hazel gaze, mussed by the shifting of the instructional texts upon her head. To the side, a trill woman of regal bearing keeps vigil over her pupil's steady progress, her chin lifted haughtily in scrupulous evaluation. Her deep blue eyes are set above high-swept cheekbones and a firm mouth, lips parted in the midst of advice. Lustrous black satin attires her tall, willowy frame, whilst a tightly-kept chignon of white feathers crowns her head, both lending an air of austerity to her visage. One hand gracefully rests upon a slender walking cane, decorated at its crest with a prismatic falcon of opal, whereas in the other, she holds aloft a textbook diagram of a trill with proper posture. Accented with silvered strokes of pale grey, stately white wings have been primly folded behind her, their pale feathers neatly preened, not a single plume out of place.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "In the words of the artist, this painting illustrates the Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, former governess of Talthos, in the midst of instructing one of her pupils. Cultivated in the nuances of social decorum and propriety, Dame Fairquillion passes on her teachings to those willing to learn."

Minister Irillia Shevat chuckles briefly at the image in the painting, before raising her staff and pointing it eastward. A cool, airy zephyr swiftly rushes across the stage, replacing the painting with another with startling alacrity.

Consulting the vellum scroll in her hand, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Next, for your viewing pleasure: "The Design.""

As the spotlight above flickers and then settles into garnet, a dusky burgundy light descends upon the stage to illuminate the painting upon the easel with a lurid glow.

 

A lady garbed in white reclines casually to the right with her back to the viewer. Her form is outlined not in shadow but in gold, shimmering and ill-defined. A radiant light emanates from her, bleeding out into the primary colours. The stream of light folds into itself, creating ever more varieties of hue and shade. The torrent of light streams west, but suddenly turns away, flooding the East of the painting in colour. Out of the sharp twist of light grows dark, twisting forms. Necks, claws, and eyes spawn out of themselves, creating fractal bodies that make it difficult to distinguish one figure from the next. This teeming drove blots out any colour it can reach. Two unseemly large hands reach from out of view cutting off the path of growth . Their form is sharp and they lack even a trace of colour. They are black as the void with only thin beams of white light revealing their true form. Within their grasp is a being neither male nor female with a blank expression. The being's pose is stretched out as if on display and inscribed into both circle and square. Past the stark hands, the lady's colours flow to the right. The lady herself reaches out a single finger, and from it comes a multitude of figures. In clear contrast to the left, each figure is distinct. No two figures share the same combination of colours, mood, or directional facing. Despite this variety in mood, a clear defiance shines through each and every face.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "According to the artist, this painting is a tribute to the ideals of Lady Isune, the Aesthete."

Minister Irillia Shevat taps a delicate crystal staff peremptorily against the floor. A harsh blast of arid wind, dusty churns along the stage in response, whirling the current painting away and dropping another in its place.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The next painting is entitled, "Structure against Time.""

The shadows appear to deepen and intensify along the stage, creating an ominous impression as thespotlight above darkens to onyx.

The sun rests on the horizon. The sky is cloudless, evenly transitioning from crimson red to starless night. From background to foreground stretches a blue-white metallic net. Each link is identically hexagonal, radiating electricity. The net holds back a single large mass, stretching outside of view. Opposite of the mass, the net layers upon itself over and over, forming a grand cathedral suspended over a sandy plain. On this plain lie only thin mounds of sand. One after another, they litter the basin stretching to the horizon.

With a faint smile, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "And this painting, according to the artist, is a tribute to the ideals of Lord Zvoltz, the Architect."

Minister Irillia Shevat raises her right hand skyward, the vellum scroll fluttering. Motes of twinkling sunlight scatter from her fingertips and swirl toward the painting, covering it momentarily in radiance and then dissipating, revealing another painting in its place.

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "And for our final painting, I am pleased to present to you, "Paradise.""

Evocative of the sky and sea, clear blue-green light streams down from the single spotlight above the stage, which has shifted to a bright aquamarine.

Bordered by elegant framing in silver-spun crystal and birch wood, this portrait illustrates a vast crystalline haven, composed of gracefully arching gemstone walls and fluted, lambent pillars. Light shines down from the open dome above, filtering through to the translucent floors in faint, prismatic skeins of colour. Amidst these jewel-wrought works of architecture, a sapphirine fountain spouts delicate arcs of water that glitter rapturously, stray droplets entangled within the strands of light. Standing demurely before the lively font, a slender trill woman holds a bouquet of flowers in her hands, gazing outwards from the scene. Her fair countenance, lovely and serene, is beset with dark green eyes above a sharp nose and lips of pale rose. A crest of raven feathers has been swept away from her features, gathered and left to fall in front of one shoulder, the glistening mass adorned with a collection of silvery threads strung with white pearls and glass bells. Akin to a mantle of dark feathers, her wings are spread low and wide, swept elegantly around the full, cascading skirts of her emerald gown. From her hands spills a waterfall-like bouquet of various blossoms: yellow-crowned birds of paradise, diaphanous silvery skyblooms, lacy cloud-wreathed blossoms, gilded amethyst irises, and roses ablaze with the hues of sunset and dawn.

Minister Irillia Shevat smiles softly at the painting, before gesturing with her staff toward the wings. A final draft of wind gusts across the stage, gently lifting the canvas from the easel and conducting it away.

The spotlight above returns to a bright, steady glow, shining upon the empty easel and the bare stage with effulgent warmth.

With a graceful wave of her hand, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "And that concludes the art exhibition of the Centennial Festival of the Year 353 CE. I hope that you have enjoyed viewing the paintings created by our talented citizens."

Minister Irillia Shevat says, "If you are interested in bidding one or more of these paintings, I advise you to consult Project Auction for pertinent information and protocols. If you have any questions, please feel free to make inquiries to the Ministry of Cultural Affairs."

Performing a respectful curtsey, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Thank you for attending. May fair winds and clear skies brighten your journeys."

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Refounding Festival 353 Art Exhibition'.

Cyndarin

Hallifax seems really cool sometimes. These are awesome!

Everiine

I would never have thought to pre-program all of this stuff at the stage. What a great idea! When next I plan a big celebration, I will certainly keep this in mind.

Ushaara

Quiz 1: All things Hallifax, with Grand Inquisitor Vivet Pavok

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I believe this will be everyone."

You see the following people here:
Zyphora, Vivet, Pejat, Shedrin, Ioni, Ollie, Maerad, Demuiq, Ushaara

Ioni taps his fingers together and murmurs, "Excellent..."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "One moment..."

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'Second Refounding Festival Quiz'.

In a sudden explosion of balefire, the Grand Inquisitor appears in the middle of the stage.

The Grand Inquisitor is a most statuesque lady trill, and indeed appears to be both grand and inquisitive.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Greetings, Citizens, and welcome to this city sponsored quiz. Today, we will be focusing on everything Hallifax."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "There will be a total of fifteen questions. Each question will be worth 1 point, save the final question. You will have approximately 10 seconds to answer each question. In order to submit an answer, you must TELL VIVET what you think the answer is. When you are told to STOP, any answer submitted thereafter will not be considered."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "We will begin with a test question."
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Test Question: Which animal is favoured by Lord Zvoltz?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Thunderbirds!"
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Test Answer: The Panda.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Congratulations are in order for Ioni."

Ioni beams broadly.
Pejat applauds Ioni heartily.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "And a few of you clearly know how this works! But I hope the rest of you will try, even if you are unsure."

The Grand Inquisitor asks, "Shall we proceed with a real question, now?"
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 1: Name the citizen who released Hallifax from stasis in time.
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Saaga Shevat."
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Answer 1: Saaga Shevat.

Shedrin nods his head sagely.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Maerad, Ushaara, Zyphora, and Shedrin are all correct!"

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper whispers to Zyphora, "Well, at least I can say I got one right in the whole thing!"

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Zyphora flashes Maerad a joyous smile.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I was not a stickler for the last name here, but do try to be complete. It might affect my decisions elsewhere."

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 2: What secret did both the Mesa Compound and the Arthar'rt Observatory attempt to hide from the city of Hallifax following its refounding?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Eep."
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Answer 2: The existence of the village of Talthos.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Hmm. Sadly, no one got that one!"
The Grand Inquisitor asks, "Perhaps the next will be a little easier?"

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 3: The Kxark Accord, negotiated by Empress Elynash II, was the contract that initially bound Hallifax to the Holy Celestine Empire. This Accord was formed in the wake of the Empire failing to subdue Hallifax through the use of a specific Empire Project. What was the name of that Project?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Project peacemaker."
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Answer 3: Project Cloudspout.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Well, this isn't looking good. If you are all familiar with the story behind question 3, however, I encourage you to pay very close attention to the next."

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 4: What city was the previously mentioned Project employed against successfully?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Gaudiguch."
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Answer 4: Gaudiguch.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Demuiq takes a step onto the scoreboard!"
The Grand Inquisitor says, "Maerad, Shedrin, Ioni, and Ushaara all answered correctly as well."

A wry smile spreads across Demuiq's face.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Mm, what will be next? Ah, yes."
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 5: Which citizen first discovered the cavern that would serve as an anchor to the entrance of the City of Spires?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Phoebus."
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Answer 5: Archmage Tulemrah Shevat.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "This was rather recent, but perhaps you all were not there at the time."

Ollie smirks.
Ollie Feyranti says, "I probably wasn't even born."

The Grand Inquisitor asks, "Let's try with another recent happening, shall we?"
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 6: Who opened the door frozen in time within the Centre of Aeromantic Engineering, paving the way for the eventual realisation of Aerochemantics?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Entrias?"
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Answer 6: Vashner De'Unnero.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "We had good guesses. There were many contributors, but sadly, credit is due to one not amongst us anymore."

The Grand Inquisitor asks, "Let's try one that was slightly earlier, hmm?"
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 7: Which Time Dame lead an invasion of zombies, undead cave-fishers, and dominators in an direct assault upon the city of Hallifax?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Kesisha."
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(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "Stepasha."
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Answer 7: Kesisha, First of the Time Dames.

(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "Oh damn."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "TA IS NOT VIVET."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "But also I was wrong."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Ushaara is correct!"
The Grand Inquisitor says, "Stepasha laid assault especially to the Glomdoring, but it was Kesisha who came to Hallifax."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I will, perhaps, show some slight bias with another question centred on the Architect."
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 8: Lord Zvoltz was first contacted in modern times within a chamber constructed by which Vernal God or Goddess?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Vestera."
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Answer 8: Vestera.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Ushaara is correct again! This is the chamber that one is summoned to by Vestera's ring, first discovered in modern times within the Waste Storage Facility."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "There's still time to catch up! Don't let his lead discourage you."
The Grand Inquisitor says, "Let's ask about something a little less recent."

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Answer 9: Ileein Shevat.

(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "Ahahaha."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Oops."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Oh, hmm."

(The Assimilated): Maerad says, "Awkward."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "That did not work as planned."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "That's how you know it's a real quiz."
(The Assimilated): Maerad says, "Should we guess the question?"
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "That always happens."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "We're playing Jeopardy now."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "IT'S JEOPARDY."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Who is the Twilight Librarian?"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "But let's go along anyways."

Question 9: Which citizen performed the final act needed to save Jolly Bundy from the machinations of the Gnafia during 284 CE?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Ileein shevat!"
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Answer 9: Ileein Shevat.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I think some of you need to wake up!"

(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "Oh wow."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "I should have seen that coming."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Did you get that wrong Ioni..."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "Aaahahaha."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "I thought she was scrapping the question >_>."
(The Assimilated): Maerad says, "I just felt like it was too cheeky."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "I almost ran out of time."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Zyphora and Ushaara capitalise on my mistake."

Zyphora nods her head sagely.
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 10: In the wake of the resurgence of Zenos, which citizen is noted especially for working alongside Ixion most conscientously, in an attempt to aide the Forsaken in bringing peace to Climanti's past?
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Answer 10: Ushaara Pavok.

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

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I will accept Ushaara Gordian as well, since that was his name at the time."
The Grand Inquisitor exclaims, "Ushaara, Shedrin, Zyphora, and Ioni are correct!"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Let's get more historic again."
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 11: Name the Archmage responsible for the creation of the Primal Tempest.
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Answer 11: Tyilee Fairquillion.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Ioni and Ushaara are correct!"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I would like to remind the citizens that Phoebus did not do everything. She has been a rather popular answer throughout the quiz."

You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.

A startled laugh escapes Maerad's lips, which is quickly stifled as her hand moves to politely cover her mouth.

The corners of Zyphora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "Phoebus is always a good answer."
Ioni nods his head sagely.
Zyphora nods her head in agreement.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I think I'll get mean now."
The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 12: Which Professor lead the project responsible for the development of the Infinity Circuit?
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(The Assimilated): You say, "Erk."
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Answer 12: Yixl Aalin.

You snap your fingers.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I recommend you all review your historical plinths! Though I was expecting this one to give everyone pause."

(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "I JUST GUESSED."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "OH WHO WOULD KNOW THAT."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "XD."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "I was tempted to say xzyxl ckcheck."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "It's in one of those scrolls."
(The Assimilated): You say, "People who view the holograms!"
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "Hes' in one of the panels."
(The Assimilated): Maerad says, "You could always just put some consonants together and hope."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "With all the other damn Institute people."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "While all the other guilds get the shaft."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "<--- mad about it."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Woo Lord Foli Skylark."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "Foli Skylark is pretty boss though."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "The next question will be in a similar vein, though I hope more of you will know it. It is more popular subject matter."

(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "What's his warrior name thing again?"

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

(The Assimilated): You say, "Transcendent blade."

Question 13: Which notable Sentinel created technology that would later be used for the development of the Commemorative Skylark Demiplane?

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(The Assimilated): You say, "Haha."
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "Foli skylark."
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Answer 13: Foli Skylark.

(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "I'VE NO IDEA."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "Omfg."
(The Assimilated): Maerad says, "Hahaha."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Ioni, Shedrin, and Ushaara are correct!"

(The Assimilated): You say, "How did you not get that right people!"
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "I'm laughing so hard right now."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "Because I don't know who Foli Skylark is!"
(The Assimilated): Demuiq says, "Still proud of my one answer correct."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I suppose that one was meant more for the warrior caste."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Ioni nods his head affirmatively.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Ushaara leads, and Ioni and Shedrin are neck and neck, with Zyphora close behind and Maerad and Demiuq not far behind."

The Grand Inquisitor exclaims, "We are getting closer to the finale, but keep sharp!"

The Grand Inquisitor asks, "Hmm, what guild is left to ask questions about, do you think?"

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Symphonium!"

Question 14: What achievement is Lady Jilai Clarramore most famous for?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "The invention of opera."
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Answer 14: The development of Opera.

The Grand Inquisitor exclaims, "Ushaara is correct!"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I have one final question for you, though a tie breaker may be necessary for second and third place."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "We shall have to wait and see."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "This last question will be special! It shall have two parts to the answer."

The Grand Inquisitor exclaims, "Get one right, and you will get one point. Get both right, however, and you will get an additional bonus point, for three total points!"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Though the subject matter is, naturally, quite difficult."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Let us begin."

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

Question 15: What disguise did Lady Estarra don during The Grand Hallifaxian Collectivist Ball, and which distinguished Divine revealed Themselves after an extended absence from the Basin of Life?
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You tell Primus Vivet Pavok, "A chicken costume, and Lady Isune."
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Answer 15: A regal chicken, and Lady Isune.

Maerad claps her hands together merrily.

The Grand Inquisitor exclaims, "Maerad, Zyphora, and Ushaara all get full credit!"

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

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Pejat and Ioni get partial."

Zyphora claps her hands together merrily.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Pardon me while I tabulate results."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "We have a clear winner! Ushaara takes first place with 12 points!"

Ioni congratulates you with some wild clapping.
Demuiq applauds you heartily.
Zyphora congratulates you with some wild clapping.
Maerad beams broadly at you.
You wipe the back of your hand across your brow in relief.
Pejat gives up a round of applause.
Zyphora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Sneaking in at the end by taking advantage of our big question, Zyphora claims second with 6 points."

Zyphora cheers wildly!
Ioni applauds Zyphora heartily.
You feel that Zyphora deserves some congratulation, and so you clap wildly.
Utterly entranced, Maerad emits a long "Ooooh."
High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris composes herself quickly, clearing her throat.
Pejat gives up a round of applause.
Demuiq applauds Zyphora heartily.
Maerad glances wryly at Zyphora and hides a grin behind her hand.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "And Maerad and Ioni tie at 5, with Shedrin just barely behind at 4."

Maerad blinks.
Ioni smiles and shakes Maerad's hand, offering his congratulations.
You beam broadly.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Maerad and Ioni, do you wish for a tie breaker? Talk among yourselves, then TELL me your answer, the both of you."

Looking slightly stunned, Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says to Ioni, "Oh! I, uh. I don't mind."

Ioni looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

(The Assimilated): You say, "Do it! do it!"

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says to Maerad, "Sure, let's have a go at it."

Maerad nods her head emphatically.
You beam broadly.

(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "Meh I was just gonna give it to her."
(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "But Ush peer pressured me."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Haha."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "The elderly versus the youth of Hallifax! Go!"

The Grand Inquisitor asks, "I have heard from Maerad. Ioni?"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Very well!"

The Grand Inquisitor says, "The Tiebreaker may be too long to answer in full. If you can, please try. Otherwise, make sure you get some sort of answer done in time."

(The Assimilated): Ioni says, "Watch we both don't know it."
(The Assimilated): Maerad says, "Totally."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "42."

The Grand Inquisitor bangs her gavel, indicating it is time for a new question.

TIE BREAKER: There are 12 different gemstones that each sphere of the Continuum is composed of solely. Name as many of them as you can.
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The Grand Inquisitor says, "And the winner is Ioni! He got Ruby, onyx, amethyst, and beryl before time expired."

Maerad flashes Ioni a joyous smile.
Ioni smiles softly.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Ushaara takes first, Zyphora takes second, and Ioni takes third. The rest of you made a great effort and showed a good display of some knowledge."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "I hope you all learned a thing or two about the city, in kind."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says to Maerad, "I was most impressed by your performance."

The Grand Inquisitor says, "Thank you for attending this city sponsored quiz."

The Grand Inquisitor bows.

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper laughingly says to Ioni, "I fear my performance owes most of its grace to Grandpa telling me about Lady Estarra's chicken costume last month."

You direct a round of applause towards an ornate crystal stage.
Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper directs a round of applause towards an ornate crystal stage.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Second Refounding Festival Quiz'.

Ushaara

Festival Vengeance, Game 1: In which I demonstrate how not to play.

(Hallifax): Zyphora says, "The quiz has ended! Will those citizens interested in the Centennial Refounding Festival's game of Vengeance come to the preparation room?"

You see the following people here:
Tisianna, Pejat, Rathan, Ioni, Vivet, Maerad, Lyethal, Tavon, Zyphora, Ushaara

You are the Temporal Primus, able to keep close watch on one person during the westwind to see whether anyone interacts with them.

As the Taint Wars rage ceaselessly, the conflict between Hallifax and Gaudiguch has reached a critical point. The Board of Directors has gathered before the Matrix upon the Elemental Plane of Air with the express intent of initiating Operation Crucible and bringing the western city to its knees, deliberating during the time of the eastwind and dispersing to patrol the borders of the plane during the westwind. Unbeknownst to them until now, however, the Illuminati have placed agents within the Board of Directors itself who now work against the Hallifaxian bureaucrats, quietly killing them one by one. This must not stand! Purge the Illuminati from within the Board or all is surely lost!

It is now westwind zero.

You pause for a moment in contemplation as you weigh the options of whom to watch while the wind blows westward.

The following people are alive:
 o Tavek (M) (Temporal Primus)
 o Tulemon (M)
 o Exoe (F)
 o Lilemae (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Ilron (M)
 o Solfin (F)
 o Lileza (F)
 o Rebak (M)
 o Neloae (M)

The following roles remain:
  3x Populace  - director
  3x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Detective - Minister of Information
  1x Protector - Archmage of the Aeromancers
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

 
You are playing Professor Tavek Eepex (male), and have the role: Temporal Primus.
 o You can follow one person during the westwind phase and see who targets them.
   VENGEANCE WATCH <target>
 o You win when only members of your team remain.

You gaze thoughtfully toward Cririk's patrol sector, examining the myriad timelines which crisscross through the air, alert for any disturbances by an outside party.

It is now halfway through westwind zero.

You feel that westwind zero will end imminently.

As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Tulemon, a notable Board member, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Zyphora leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
Zyphora has left the area.

It is now eastwind one.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Tavek (M) (Temporal Primus)
 o Exoe (F)
 o Lilemae (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Ilron (M)
 o Solfin (F)
 o Lileza (F)
 o Rebak (M)
 o Neloae (M)

 Majority: 5 votes.

The following people are dead:
 o Zyphora (as Tulemon (M)) (director)

The following roles remain:
  2x Populace  - director
  3x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Detective - Minister of Information
  1x Protector - Archmage of the Aeromancers
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

<< Paranoid Ushaara Thought 1: Cririk survived the first west wind? ILLUMINATUS! >>  

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Cririk makes a quiet clicking noise.

Lilemae creases her brow in a frown.

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "How horrid.."

Neloae mutters discontentedly.

Ilron gives a horrified gasp.

You say, "Indeed, and that west wind seemed like it would never end."

Neloae nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

With a sigh, Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Alas, Wind Rider Clarramore. Will someone note the time of death, please."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "He uh... served us well. I assume someone has already filed the appropriate paperwork?"

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Westwind is the Illuminati's playground."

Solfin nods her head at Neloae.

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "I believe we have not properly come to order."

Cririk nods his head at Lileza.

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Order is, in these times especially, most paramount. Let us be about it. Has anyone anything to report?"

Cririk tilts his head and listens intently.

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Besides the untimely death of Tulemon, and the failure to enact Operation Crucible, no. I submit we need to find the assassins responsible eminently."

You frown and say, "The first board meeting is always a difficult one."

Exoe nods her head emphatically.

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "To act quickly is to act illogically."

Colonel Solfin Fairquillion, of the Censorship Directorate says, "I saw nothing amiss during my patrol of the Plane of Air."

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "Without evidence to work on."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "I would like to submit a request that our next meeting be catered."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "We need a plan."

Lileza ponders the situation.

Chairman Cririk Adom says to Neloae, "That does, I hope, go without saying. Nonetheless, let it be noted." Glancing around, he adds, "Do we have a scribe?"

Lilemae sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Neloae raises an eyebrow at Lilemae.

It is now halfway through eastwind one.

You ask, "We should decide then, will we risk an execution order or not?"

Solfin creases her brow in a frown.

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to Lilemae, "It is a bit early to decide nothing, especially with little to no discussion, is it not?"

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "I will not condemn anyone to death, without the proper evidence."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "I'm afraid I do not see sufficient evidence to warrant such an order."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "I have no suspicions to act on as of yet."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Should we just sit and judge no evidence found until we're picked off one by one?"

Neloae gives a pained sigh.
Neloae shrugs helplessly.

Neloae sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says to Neloae, "Can you choose one of us to die?"

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I second that there is insufficient evidence at this time. We should at least see if the next wind brings us more information. The motion carries?"

Cririk sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Lileza sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

The following votes have been made:
f lilemae has voted for: nobody
m neloae has voted for: nobody
m cririk has voted for: nobody
f lileza has voted for: nobody

You say, "Agreed."

Rebak sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

At the end of the eastwind, the commissars present return to the Prime Material through the Matrix; no-one has been executed.

It is now westwind one.

As the wind shifts to the west once more, the Board of Directors disperses in all directions, proceeding to their patrol sectors for the evening.
You pause for a moment in contemplation as you weigh the options of whom to watch while the wind blows westward.

You gaze thoughtfully toward Neloae's patrol sector, examining the myriad timelines which crisscross through the air, alert for any disturbances by an outside party.

It is now halfway through westwind one.

You note that Lilemae was present in Neloae's patrol sector last westwind.

As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Solfin, Minister of Information, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Ioni, riding a dark ruby thunderbird, leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
Spreading her broad, translucent wings, a dark ruby thunderbird soars off to the ether.
Ioni has left the area.

It is now eastwind two.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Tavek (M) (Temporal Primus)
 o Exoe (F)
 o Lilemae (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Ilron (M)
 o Lileza (F)
 o Rebak (M)
 o Neloae (M)

 Majority: 5 votes.

The following people are dead:
 o Zyphora (as Tulemon (M)) (director)
 o Ioni (as Solfin (F)) (Minister of Information)

The following roles remain:
  2x Populace  - director
  3x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Protector - Archmage of the Aeromancers
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

Cririk snaps his fingers.

Rebak creases his brow in a frown.

Sublime Opus Ilron Silverplume frowns and says, "Poor Solfin."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "Most untimely."

Lilemae sniffles softly.

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "Especially at a time when information is so crucial."

Neloae nods his head in agreement.
Lilemae nods her head emphatically.
Exoe nods her head emphatically.

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I submit that we rely now upon the skill of the Temporal Primus to sniff out the information required."

Cririk purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

You say, "The illuminati are proving to be most cunning."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "Seconded."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Well, we need a report from the Temporal Primus then. Or at least some sort of information to act on. Myself, I wish I could help."

Neloae mutters discontentedly.
Cririk nods his head emphatically.

<< Paranoid Ushaara Thought 2: Neloae is acting in concert with Cririk? ILLUMINATUS!! >>

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "Though, if there is nothing useful to report, then silence is best."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to Lileza, "I say again, and get picked off one by one?"

Chairman Cririk Adom frowns and says, "With the Archmage still amongst us, it might be prudent for the Primus to reveal any information they have. However as the Sky Runner says, if there is none - better that they remain safe."

Neloae gives a pained sigh.
Neloae shrugs helplessly.
Neloae nods his head at Cririk.

You say, "I would urge the Primus to maintain their silence, unless they have definitive information to act on."

Rebak ponders the situation.

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says to Neloae, "If the Primus endangers themselves for no reason, then that isn't useful either."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "Indeed, especially while there are many potential persons of import remaining."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Not necessarily. The Primus should reveal themselves so we can protect them. No sense in getting picked off randomly."

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "I agree with Lileza, I will admit however that I am troubled by our Junior Sergeants...wish to kill people without following logical procedure."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "Hmm."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "The Junior Sergeant may raise a valid point with regard to the Archmage's usefulness. Does anyone else have any thoughts on this motion?"

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says to Cririk, "A chaotic gamble I admit. It would work but if we were to lose the protector, the watcher would be sure to follow..."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to Lilemae, "I do not wish to kill people without cause. I also do not wish to fail through inaction."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "I believe that the Archmage still has many targets needing his protection."

Chairman Cririk Adom looks thoughtful and says to Lilemae, "The Archmage is in just as much danger whether the Primus is revealed or not, Provost."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to Lilemae, "The Archmage need not reveal themselves. And who would need more protection than the Primus at this point?"

Senior Chronologist Exoe zi'Prouep says, "Inaction is sure to lead to failure."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "There is a probability it will fail, but there is also a probability that it will preserve the Primus, with certainty, for at least one more wind."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to Rebak, "Who do you think needs more protection than the Primus?"

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "Given our choices, I cannot fault the logic behind that."

<< Paranoid Ushaara acts purely on the grounds that Cririk surviving two westwinds -must- mean he's an Illuminatus >>

You say to Cririk, "I have come to the opinion that you no longer act in the best interest of the Board. I hereby submit that you recuse yourself."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "I no longer find the motion objectionable."

You glance dispassionately at Cririk, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Cririk blinks.
Rebak ponders the situation.
Neloae blinks.

Chairman Cririk Adom says to you, "I beg your pardon, Prrofessor?"

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "Well that was... sudden."

Neloae nods his head at Rebak, showing his acceptance.

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Too sudden."

Neloae glances dispassionately at you, ticking your name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

<< Paranoid Ushaara Thought 3: Ah hah! Neloae is protecting Cririk, suspicions confirmed! >>

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says to you, "Do you have...evidence? That is a severe acusation."

Sublime Opus Ilron Silverplume says, "Oh my."

Chairman Cririk Adom says to you, "I am loathe to retaliate in a fashion unbecoming of me, nonetheless...your rashness is of concern."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says to Neloae, "And to respond, it seems our good Chairman may need protection."

Cririk frowns at you.

You say, "Your attempt to manipulate the Primus to come forward and then hedging it when the support was not forthcoming."

You say, "It is a poor deception."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I am attempting, as is my duty, to chair this meeting. If you have interpreted it otherwise, well. I suppose I am at the mercy of the rest of the board."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to you, "I disagree with your assessment. In fact, I question your motives of trying to lynch the Chairman."

You say to Neloae, "And when I am proved to be innocent, you have just confirmed yourself to be a second illuminatus."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I will say of course that to order my execution would be to the detriment of the Collective. All in my position would say that regardless of their guilt or otherwise, nonetheless, it ought to be noted."

Rebak creases his brow in a frown.

Deep in thought, Lileza leans her cheek on her hand.

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says to you, "I do not think you are allowing yourself to consider the entire logic of it all. Whether or not you mean ill will though is another decision entirely."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says to you, "I'm afraid that that conclusion is non-sequitur."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to you, "If you say so. I submit I've been the most logical amongst us. But if you wish to jump to conclusions, be my guest."

You say, "If it takes my death to prove my assertion true, I am willing."

You feel that eastwind two will end imminently.

Chairman Cririk Adom says to Lilemae, "In light of my position as the subject of this investigation, I cede the duty of chairing this board to you, Provost. It is only fitting."

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "Our wind's weaken, we must reach a decision."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to you, "One does not follow the other. Your death does not prove any assertation."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong asks, "Are we ready for a decision?"

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "If you believe in killing Neloae, do so now."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "I have made my decision, as you could have seen."

At the end of the eastwind, the commissars present return to the Prime Material through the Matrix; no-one has been executed.

It is now westwind two.

As the wind shifts to the west once more, the Board of Directors disperses in all directions, proceeding to their patrol sectors for the evening.
You pause for a moment in contemplation as you weigh the options of whom to watch while the wind blows westward.

You gaze thoughtfully toward Rebak's patrol sector, examining the myriad timelines which crisscross through the air, alert for any disturbances by an outside party.

It is now halfway through westwind two.

You note that Exoe was present in Rebak's patrol sector last westwind.
As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Exoe, Archmage of the Aeromancers, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Pejat, riding a lank-haired war goat with curving rainbow horns, leaves to the ether.
With a heavy snort, a lank-haired war goat trots etherwards.

It is now eastwind three.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Tavek (M) (Temporal Primus)
 o Lilemae (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Ilron (M)
 o Lileza (F)
 o Rebak (M)
 o Neloae (M)

 Majority: 4 votes.

The following people are dead:
 o Zyphora (as Tulemon (M)) (director)
 o Pejat (as Exoe (F)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)
 o Ioni (as Solfin (F)) (Minister of Information)

The following roles remain:
  2x Populace  - director
  3x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

Neloae gives a pained sigh.

Cririk's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across his face.

Rebak creases his brow in a frown.

Sublime Opus Ilron Silverplume frowns and says, "Another."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "We dwindle in numbers daily."

Lilemae nods her head emphatically.

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong says, "The situation may be untenable soon."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "Apparently the Illuminati had better intelligence than our own."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "Or blind luck, as seems to be the case more often."

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "We do kill ourselves through inaction."

Chairman Cririk Adom says to you, "Is it your intention to pursue your previous motion, Professor? I would know now, so that it can be dealt with immediately."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to Lilemae, "As I have said from the start."

Rebak ponders the situation.

You say, "Well I stand by my assertion, yes. I do not believe our best interests are served with you as Chairman."

You glance dispassionately at Cririk, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "As to not let our wind run out. Cririk, make your case to not be executed. You can waive the right if you so wish."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to you, "Why not? Do you believe he is Illuminati in disguise? I see nothing that says he has tried to undermine us. I stand by my assertation that only an Agent of the Illuminati would sow discord as you have."

Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong asks, "I believe authority has been vested in Lilemae in the meantime?"

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "There are intermediate levels of command between Chairman and the executed, you know."

Cririk nods his head at Lilemae.

You say, "With the few we have left, I believe it is time to come forward then."

You say, "I am the Primus."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "And why did you not come forward yesterday?"

Rebak blinks.

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "Do we have any who contest such?"

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says to you, "And you say that lacking an archmage to protect you."

Rebak gives a pained sigh.
Neloae nods his head at Rebak, showing his acceptance.

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "In any case,what news have you to report?"

Clearing his throat, Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Thank you, Provost. I will endeavour to be brief. I refer you first of all to my previous remarks. I have served the Collective for all of my life, and I shall continue to do so even in my death, should such occur. I am, in this, but one of the Board - as I have ever been. I regret that I can offer little else."

You say to Neloae, "Because as the sole person with the potential to learn information, revealing myself would have left me open to assassination last westwind."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "I submit we shelve the question of execution on the Chairman, and discuss the illogical actions of the supposed Primus."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says to you, "Not so. The Archmage was still alive and could have protected you."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "Yet, that threat is even greater this wind."

You say, "I watched Rebak last west wind, he was being protected by Exoe."

Rebak whimpers like a wounded puppy.

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Can Exoe confirm that?"

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "Enough, we do not have time to do this."

Rebak Manchova, Aeronaut Third Echelon says, "I'm afraid the archmage is no longer with us."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "The Archmage is dead, Junior Sergeant. He can confirm little."

It is now halfway through eastwind three.

You say, "As to whether that means Rebak is innocent, I cannot say, but I am confident that Cririk and Neloae are illuminatus."

Rebak ponders the situation.
Cririk gives a pained sigh.
Neloae mutters discontentedly.

You say, "I also know Lilemae to be a loyal board member."

You say, "Based on my observations during the first westwind."

Provost Lilemae Goldfeather says, "Only one way to find out."

Chairman Cririk Adom says to you, "Professor, I fear you must recheck your calculations. There is in them an error. I cannot speak for the Junior Sergeant, but I, at least, am all that I appear to be."

Junior Sergeant Neloae Hill says, "Enough of this disinformation. If you believe me to be a member of the Illuminati, execute me. I still say Professor Tavek has acted illogically the entire time."

Lilemae glances dispassionately at Neloae, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Neloae glances dispassionately at you, ticking your name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

You glance dispassionately at Neloae, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Chairman Cririk Adom says to you, "As an expression of my goodwill, I will side with you in this motion."

Cririk glances dispassionately at Neloae, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Lileza glances dispassionately at Neloae, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Having received sufficient requisitions, the Commissar turns and marches sharply to Neloae, raising his halberd. With a flash of steel and a brief spray of blood, the deed is quickly and efficiently carried out as Neloae crumples lifelessly to the floor. The Commissar removes a recording disc from his pocket and examines it carefully, announcing that Neloae was an innocent Board member.
Tavon has left the area.

<< Dawning realisation hits Paranoid Ushaara: FFFFFUUUUUUU... >>

It is now westwind three.

As another Board member meets their end, you realise that the Illuminati have grown too quickly in number to overcome. Operation Crucible will never be completed, and you've a sneaking suspicion that you may not make it off the Plane of Air alive. You have failed.


Temporal Chamber of Historical Review, Vengeance Edition.
A deep, ominous song hangs heavy in the air, warning of the presence of a war shrine of Isune nearby. Wheezing heavily, a lank-haired, irritable war goat with curving rainbow horns waits here. High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris is here, surrounded by a flurry of white feathers caught in a perfumed breeze. She wields a delicate crystal staff in her right hand. Dedicant Rathan Zayah Aspirant of the White Hart stands here, enrobed in an array of swirling, autumnal leaves. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a glowing powerstone in his right. Temporal Commissar Kalas Tavon, Civil Servant is here, shrouded. He wields a wicked executioner's katana with both hands. Pejat is riding on a lank-haired war goat with curving rainbow horns. He wields a worn lute in his left hand. Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper is here. Primus Vivet Pavok is here. She wields an onyx domothean scalpel in her left hand. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals.
You see a single exit leading out.

The disguised Illuminati have eradicated the Board of Directors and foiled Operation Crucible in the Time of the Taint Wars.

The last vengeance game ended thusly:
 Survivors:
 o Ushaara (as Tavek (M)) (Temporal Primus)
 o Lyethal (as Lilemae (F)) (Comptroller General)
 o Maerad (as Cririk (M)) (director)
 o Tisianna (as Ilron (M)) (Illuminatus) (winner!)
 o Vivet (as Lileza (F)) (Illuminatus) (winner!)
 o Rathan (as Rebak (M)) (Illuminatus) (winner!)

 Deaths:
 o Zyphora (as Tulemon (M)) (director)
 o Pejat (as Exoe (F)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)
 o Ioni (as Solfin (F)) (Minister of Information)
 o Tavon (as Neloae (M)) (director)

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Good job!"

Pejat utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Tisianna, "Well done, my dear."

You say to Tavon, "You're too suspicious."

Enchanting Songbird, Lyethal Silverwolf says to you, "You were a horrid primus."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles impishly and says, "How about another game, citizens?"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I got lucky with thinking the quiet board members were important."

Tisianna gives Zyphora a peck on the cheek.

You laughingly say to Maerad, "So are you!"

Pejat says, "I have no idea what just happened. I am guessing the game just finished."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "And insisting we kill them."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper smiles and says to you, "Oh! I thought it might be you interrogating me quite so furiously, Grandpa."

Temporal Commissar Kalas Tavon, Civil Servant says to you, "Pft. Not my fault people can't follow logic."

"Heh heh heh" Rathan chuckles.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris laughingly says, "Please do not kill the host off so early the next time!"

You laughingly say, "Well I gifted that one to the illuminati, apologies."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says, "I'm afraid I would be an awful Chairman. I had no control at all, it seems."

Tisianna hugs Zyphora compassionately.

Temporal Commissar Kalas Tavon, Civil Servant says to you, "You were Tavek?"

Enchanting Songbird, Lyethal Silverwolf says, "We did so poorly, all of the illuminati didn't say much at all."

Zyphora gives Tisianna a friendly squeeze.

Dedicant Rathan Zayah Aspirant of the White Hart says, "I spoke."

Rathan looks about himself suspiciously.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper laughingly says, "I was doing my best to keep up with what was happening."

You say, "Next time I will suspect the quiet ones!"

You peer at Tisianna unscrupulously.

A wry smile spreads across Vivet's face.

Enchanting Songbird, Lyethal Silverwolf says to you, "Horrid."

Enchanting Songbird, Lyethal Silverwolf says to you, "Just, Horrid."

Ushaara

Festival Vengeance, Game 2

The spires of Hallifax crackle with a brief surge of temporal energy as a Vengeance game is initiated within the Time of the Taint Wars.

You see the following people here:
Lyethal, Avurekhos, Zyphora, Liwase, Pejat, Vivet, Tavon, Maerad, Ushaara

You say, "I think this will be everyone."

You ask, "All ready to start?"

You start the vengeance game.
You are a member of the Board of Directors.
As the Taint Wars rage ceaselessly, the conflict between Hallifax and Gaudiguch has reached a critical point. The Board of Directors has gathered before the Matrix upon the Elemental Plane of Air with the express intent of initiating Operation Crucible and bringing the western city to its knees, deliberating during the time of the eastwind and dispersing to patrol the borders of the plane during the westwind. Unbeknownst to them until now, however, the Illuminati have placed agents within the Board of Directors itself who now work against the Hallifaxian bureaucrats, quietly killing them one by one. This must not stand! Purge the Illuminati from within the Board or all is surely lost!

It is now westwind zero.

You are playing Air Marshal Croe Pavok (male), and have the role: director.
 o You have no inherent ability.
 o You win when only members of your team (director) remain.

As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, you note that all members are present and accounted for; no-one has died during the westwind.

It is now eastwind one.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Shafah (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Tavek (M)
 o Alalne (F)
 o Tulemon (M)
 o Lilali (F)
 o Ieckco (M)
 o Lileza (F)
 o Croe (M) (director)

 Majority: 5 votes.

The following roles remain:
  3x Populace  - director
  2x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Detective - Minister of Information
  1x Protector - Archmage of the Aeromancers
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I call this meeting to order."

You clap your hands together merrily.
The corners of Tavek's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Master Artist Shafah Cloudwalker says, "Ah, what a fortunate westwind."

Shafah tilts her head and listens intently to Cririk.

Professor Tavek Eepex says, "It is."

Tulemon furrows his brow in thought.

Lilali raises her quill and prepares to take notes.

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "We are all aware of the situation. But I am not certain we have any information to act upon. Does anyone wish to bring information before the Board?"

Alalne shakes her head.

Professor Tavek Eepex says, "I believe that would be a poor decision at this time."

You say, "I believe we shall have to trust our esteemed colleagues to continue in their good work."

Professor Tavek Eepex says, "If our investigator is found then there could be problems if he doesn't find a couple assasins although on the otherhand if we lose him that would be such a terrible shame and put us at quite the disadvantage."

Shafah nods her head at you.

Lilali scribbles down the proceedings in a neat shorthand.

Chairman Cririk Adom says to Tavek, "I agree, but sometimes pressing information must be brought forward. I simply wanted to bring the chance for that to happen."

Cririk nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.

Tavek sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Professor Tavek Eepex says, "Pray we will find the culprits soon, then."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I agree with the Air Marshal. We should let our comrades continue their work until they have information for us to act upon."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I believe this is it, then."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "All in favor?"

Master Artist Shafah Cloudwalker says, "Aye."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "Seconded."

Professor Tavek Eepex says, "Aye."

Cririk sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

You nod your head affirmatively.

Tavek sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Ieckco sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Lilali sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

You sniff disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.
At the end of the eastwind, the commissars present return to the Prime Material through the Matrix; no-one has been executed.

It is now westwind one.

As the wind shifts to the west once more, the Board of Directors disperses in all directions, proceeding to their patrol sectors for the evening.

It is now halfway through westwind one.
As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Tavek, Archmage of the Aeromancers, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Liwase leaves to the ether.
Offering a fantastic pirouette before departing, a dancing skeleton suddenly leaps off to the ether.

It is now eastwind two.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Shafah (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Alalne (F)
 o Tulemon (M)
 o Lilali (F)
 o Ieckco (M)
 o Lileza (F)
 o Croe (M) (director)

 Majority: 5 votes.

The following people are dead:
 o Liwase (as Tavek (M)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)

The following roles remain:
  3x Populace  - director
  2x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Detective - Minister of Information
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

Alalne creases her brow in a frown.

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "That is troubling."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Now that we have gone through another westwind, we have more information to work upon. Unfortunately we have lost the Archmage, but the Primus and Minister of Information are still safe."

Ieckco tugs his chin thoughtfully.

Lilali frowns in worry and concern, but continues to take the minutes.

You look thoughtful and say, "Safe only while their identities remain unknown however."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Does anyone have new business or information to bring forward? Or do we need to wait through another westwind to gather more?"

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "There is no Primus."

Chairman Cririk Adom says to Ieckco, "Oh. Of course. Excuse my mis-speech."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I have no logical reason to suspect any among us, so I'm unsure of the value of making accusations for their own sake."

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "Well there are clearly assassins among us. We just do not know who yet."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "The Minister at this point has hopefully gathered information on two of our comrades, if he did not discover the Archmage. I submit we let him or her work one more westwind on the case before we level accusations, as Minister Ieckco has said."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I will agree to this motion."

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "Agreed."

Alalne sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Ieckco sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

You frown and say, "Deferring but gives the illuminati agents a free westwind in which to kill again though. The decision is a troubling one. Can we risk another east wind without an execution?"

Softly, Secretary Lilali Skysoarer asks, "Can we risk an ill-targetted execution, Marshal?"

Chairman Cririk Adom says to you, "Who would you accuse then? It is fine to idly speculate, but I would not risk losing a comrade on 'feelings' instead of logic."

Lilali flushes with colour at her interruption, returning to her note-taking.

It is now halfway through eastwind two.

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "The more conversation we have the more likely the assassin will slip up."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "Well."

You say, "I did not suggest an ill-targetted one. I feel however that closing our meeting early does not allow us with sufficient chance to learn the motivations of our fellows."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "We have several who have made no motion, yet remain silent."

You nod your head affirmatively.

Minister Ieckco Shevat asks, "Perhaps they might like to speak for why they make no motion?"

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "That is why I make motions, and let the Board carry them or not as they prefer. Minister, Air Marshal, feel free to ask questions."

Master Artist Shafah Cloudwalker says, "I am waiting to see if the conversation leads in a useful direction before making a decision."

Minister Ieckco Shevat asks, "Tulemon? Might you speak your reasons too?"

Cririk puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Wind Rider?"

Ieckco tilts his head curiously.

Lileza tilts her head and listens intently to Tulemon.

You say, "I would motion that those who do not contribute in these troubling times are the first to be executed without better evidence."

Cririk gives a pained sigh.

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "That is a bit extreme."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I will reluctantly agree with the Air Marshal, but I still believe any executions this eastwind are premature."

Lileza frowns at you.

You feel that eastwind two will end imminently.

Cririk sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Lileza sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.

Lilali sniffs disdainfully, handing a blank execution requisition to a nearby Deputy Commissar, voting to lynch no-one.
At the end of the eastwind, the commissars present return to the Prime Material through the Matrix; no-one has been executed.

It is now westwind two.

As the wind shifts to the west once more, the Board of Directors disperses in all directions, proceeding to their patrol sectors for the evening.

It is now halfway through westwind two.

As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Lileza, a notable Board member, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Lyethal leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
Lyethal has left the area.

It is now eastwind three.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Shafah (F)
 o Cririk (M)
 o Alalne (F)
 o Tulemon (M)
 o Lilali (F)
 o Ieckco (M)
 o Croe (M) (director)

 Majority: 4 votes.

The following people are dead:
 o Liwase (as Tavek (M)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)
 o Lyethal (as Lileza (F)) (director)

The following roles remain:
  2x Populace  - director
  2x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Detective - Minister of Information
  1x Blocker   - Comptroller General

Tulemon furrows his brow in thought.

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "One more westwind, another loyal comrade unfortunately deceased."

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "I hope we have information this meeting."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "Fellow board members."

Shafah lets out an anxious breath.

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I have an announcement."

Chairman Cririk Adom says to Ieckco, "Go ahead, Minister."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I am the Minister of Information."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "If there are any who would argue this, step forth now."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Does anyone wish to dispute this fact? And what proof do you have?"

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I can confirm three innocents."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "As none I have investigated have died."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "This will also confirm me."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "Croe, Cririk, and Alalne."

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "Very well, this is what we have been hoping for."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "None of them are Illuminati."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "That leaves Shafah, Tulemon, and Lilali."

Lilali creases her brow in a frown.

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "I confirm I am an innocent, but of course I would say that. I believe Minister Ieckco at this time, however, unless someone would like to challenge him?"

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "Now, Tulemon."

Minister Ieckco Shevat asks, "Why so reticent prior?"

Cririk raises an eyebrow at Tulemon.

Chairman Cririk Adom says, "He still remains silent. In the absence of any defense, I move we execute Wind Rider Tulemon."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "I believe we should lynch Tulemon. The Comptroller General should block one of Shafah or Lilali."

You nod your head affirmatively.

You glance dispassionately at Tulemon, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Wind Rider Tulemon Clarramore says, "Solitude, I have no reason to make rash decisions. If you want to accuse me of being a Illuminatus, I will not resist."

Wind Rider Tulemon Clarramore says, "It will be a poor decision in part of the board, I will tell you that."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "And I will investigate, and hope the Comptroller has proability on their side."

Ieckco glances dispassionately at Tulemon, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "It is a numbers game. More lives are at stake than our own."

Chairman Cririk Adom says to Tulemon, "You remain silent after repeated requests for explanations? I will err with the Minister in this case."

It is now halfway through eastwind three.

Cririk glances dispassionately at Tulemon, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Wind Rider Tulemon Clarramore says, "So be it."

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "If I am wrong, we will know it is Shafah and Lilali."

Wind Rider Tulemon Clarramore says, "Good luck, As I am your comptroller general."

You say, "Submit your execution orders, lest inaction save a traitor."

Lilali glances dispassionately at Tulemon, ticking his name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Having received sufficient requisitions, the Commissar turns and marches sharply to Tulemon, raising his halberd. With a flash of steel and a brief spray of blood, the deed is quickly and efficiently carried out as Tulemon crumples lifelessly to the floor. The Commissar removes a recording disc from his pocket and examines it carefully, announcing that Tulemon was the Comptroller General.
Avurekhos has left the area.

It is now westwind three.

As the wind shifts to the west once more, the Board of Directors disperses in all directions, proceeding to their patrol sectors for the evening.

It is now halfway through westwind three.

You feel that westwind three will end imminently.

As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Cririk, a notable Board member, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Tavon has left the area.

It is now eastwind four.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

The following people are alive:
 o Shafah (F)
 o Alalne (F)
 o Lilali (F)
 o Ieckco (M)
 o Croe (M) (director)

 Majority: 3 votes.

The following people are dead:
 o Tavon (as Cririk (M)) (director)
 o Liwase (as Tavek (M)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)
 o Avurekhos (as Tulemon (M)) (Comptroller General)
 o Lyethal (as Lileza (F)) (director)

The following roles remain:
  1x Populace  - director
  2x Assassin  - Illuminatus
  1x Detective - Minister of Information

Minister Ieckco Shevat says, "Shafah first."

Ieckco glances dispassionately at Shafah, ticking her name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

You glance dispassionately at Shafah, ticking her name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Filled with disgust, Shafah spits directly in Ieckco's face.

Lilali cackles hellishly.

Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete says, "Fair enough."

Secretary Lilali Skysoarer snarls, "May chaos reign with the loss of your leader, fools."

Alalne glances dispassionately at Shafah, ticking her name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Having received sufficient requisitions, the Commissar turns and marches sharply to Shafah, raising his halberd. With a flash of steel and a brief spray of blood, the deed is quickly and efficiently carried out as Shafah crumples lifelessly to the floor. The Commissar removes a recording disc from her pocket and examines it carefully, announcing that Shafah was an Illuminatus in disguise!
Zyphora leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
Zyphora has left the area.

It is now westwind four.

As the wind shifts to the west once more, the Board of Directors disperses in all directions, proceeding to their patrol sectors for the evening.

As you reconvene at the Crystal Matrix, the Deputy Commissar sombrely announces the assassination of Ieckco, Minister of Information, at the hands of an Illuminatus.
Vivet leaves to the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
Vivet has left the area.

It is now eastwind five.

The clouds twirl about sedately as the wind shifts back to the east once more. You complete your patrol and approach the Crystal Matrix, ready for further deliberation.

You glance dispassionately at Lilali, ticking her name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Alalne glances dispassionately at Lilali, ticking her name off on an execution requisition and handing it to a nearby Deputy Commissar.

Having received sufficient requisitions, the Commissar turns and marches sharply to Lilali, raising his halberd. With a flash of steel and a brief spray of blood, the deed is quickly and efficiently carried out as Lilali crumples lifelessly to the floor. The Commissar removes a recording disc from her pocket and examines it carefully, announcing that Lilali was an Illuminatus in disguise!
Maerad leaves to the ether.

It is now westwind five.


The Board of Directors has successfully dispatched the Illuminati within their midst, and may now proceed with Operation Crucible, which will doubtless serve as a hallmark victory in the conflict against Gaudiguch. Well done!

The last vengeance game ended thusly:
 Survivors:
 o Pejat (as Alalne (F)) (director) (winner!)
 o Ushaara (as Croe (M)) (director) (winner!)

 Deaths:
 o Zyphora (as Shafah (F)) (Illuminatus)
 o Tavon (as Cririk (M)) (director)
 o Liwase (as Tavek (M)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)
 o Avurekhos (as Tulemon (M)) (Comptroller General)
 o Maerad (as Lilali (F)) (Illuminatus)
 o Vivet (as Ieckco (M)) (Minister of Information)
 o Lyethal (as Lileza (F)) (director)

The corners of Avurekhos's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Maerad curls her nose up and grimaces awfully.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Oh, Pejat got to win!"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "How lovely. I hope you enjoyed it."

You flash Pejat a joyous smile.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Maerad, "My daughter, I apologise for your mother's terrible luck in guessing!"

Pejat says, "It actually worked out."

You laughingly say, "I was dreading that it was going to be a confused ending."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper frowns and says to Zyphora, "I did not enjoy that anywhere near as much. I had to be quite horrid."

Primus Vivet Pavok looks skeptical and says, "Tulemon should have just said who he was."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris fondly tucks a feather behind Maerad's ear.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "I did, at the end."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I would have gone with it on good faith if no one else claimed it."

Avurekhos nods his head sagely.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Else."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It was too late."

Temporal Commissar Kalas Tavon, Civil Servant says to Avurekhos, "Way too late."

Avurekhos's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "We could have had an interesting face off if two people claimed it."

You laughingly say, "He did, just before I urged the lynching."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Ah well!"

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to Maerad, "It is only a game, my dear. No need to fear acting a role."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Oh, hmm."

Temporal Commissar Kalas Tavon, Civil Servant says to Maerad, "If it makes you feel better, I suspected you from the start."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Somehow it still surprised me. Maybe I was a goof and missed it."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Vivet, "I apologise for my untoward behaviour towards your character."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says to Tavon, "I do hope I have not given note-takers a bad name, sir."

Primus Vivet Pavok says to Zyphora, "It's all in the spirit of the game."

Zyphora nods her head emphatically.

You laughingly say, "I think I'm out of practise. I was suspicious of Alalne ."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I was a little too."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Which is why I checked her."

Temporal Commissar Kalas Tavon, Civil Servant says to you, "I hope I didn't act suspicious this time."

You say, "Usually I can spot at least one illuminatus."

You grin mischievously at Tavon.

You laughingly say, "Well hopefully I wasn't as paranoid."

Pejat says, "Wait, that was me."

Pejat says, "I urged us to be efficient."

You exclaim, "Cririk lived through the westwind? Illuminatus!"

Primus Vivet Pavok says to Tavon, "You did fine, but people always appreciate a confirm on Cririk."

The corners of Zyphora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Tavon nods his head at Vivet.

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper frowns and says to Zyphora, "At least I was not a terribly successful hideous murderer."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says, "Thank you for participating, everyone!"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I wouldn't say that."

Avurekhos's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "I hope all of you had a pleasant experience."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "You two came pretty close."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "It was fortune that favoured the board, since you didn't kill anyone I investigated."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris laughingly says to Maerad, "Neither of us were."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Which slimmed options down enormously."

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

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "It was my unlucky guesswork."

Zyphora looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says to Vivet, "I suggested that we target you or two others the wind before you revealed...Mama didn't pick very well."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "First I chose Croe, who was blocked. And then I chose to kill Lileza over Ieckho, just before you gave your speech."

Maerad hides a grin behind her hand.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Vivet hums a happy tune.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It was actually Shafah that I blocked."

Avurekhos shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Zyphora gives Avurekhos the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Repeatedly."

Avurekhos snickers softly to himself.

Pejat says, "Oh! I need to take my leave. Thank you everyone for including me."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Certainly."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper smiles and says, "I must as well. Fair winds, everyone."

Marcella

Awesome trivia contest thing, but in all of my ur'Guard library books and stuff it just mentions that bit about the Operation Peacemaker II being the name of it, not Project Cloudspout! The weapons were just called cloudspouts. I might be wrong, though.

Vivet

Marcella said:

Awesome trivia contest thing, but in all of my ur'Guard library books and stuff it just mentions that bit about the Operation Peacemaker II being the name of it, not Project Cloudspout! The weapons were just called cloudspouts. I might be wrong, though.

My resource for that was Tully's book, where he calls it Project Cloudspout specifically, but it could always be wrong I suppose! That might just be the name he gave it, given the context you have. I am imperfect.

If anyone can get confirmation one way or another (before I do), that would be nice to know!

Shedrin

Zvoltz Tries "Phruit"

Arcs of coruscating energy undulate in ripples of icy white resplendency, coalescing into Zvoltz, the Architect.

Zvoltz buys a ruffled, decadent macaron.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "For I know that many headaches will probably be the least of the price I would have to pay for that under..."

Zvoltz plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Zvoltz frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in his hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

You bow respectfully to Zvoltz.

Irillia curtseys gracefully before Zvoltz.

 

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone bird of paradise of blue sapphire bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone bird of paradise of blue sapphire exclaims, "Glory be to the Lord Architect and His Design! May Hallifax prosper under His Most Righteous Law!"

 

Tisianna blinks.

Zvoltz nods His head sagely.

You say to Zvoltz, "Greetings, Lord."

Ihuicatl bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

 

Zvoltz, the Architect dissolves into jagged bolts of fulminating brilliance which burst into the air, racing away in all directions.

With a flourish of his arm, Yatrius bows deeply.

Irillia opens her mouth as if to say something, but pauses.

You say, "In and out, like a flash of lightning."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Were we just the victims of a run-by Elder God candy-purchasing?"

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper laughingly says, "I think we were."

(The Lawgivers): Zvoltz says, "It is a pity when I have to buy my own sweets instead of stealing them from you, Shedrin."

The sound of quiet, muffled conversation drifts through the air.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And of course, He bought a candy that praised Him. How divinely convenient."

(The Lawgivers): You say, "Have you tried Phoebus' phruit?"

(The Lawgivers): Zvoltz says, "What?"

(The Lawgivers): You say, "Hmm. It seems there are none around who can make it at the moment."

(The Lawgivers): Zvoltz says, "A pity. Perhaps you will find one another time."

(The Lawgivers): You say, "No, I just found one."

(The Lawgivers): You say, "Clearly this is of Your Design."

(The Lawgivers): Zvoltz says, "Do send it along then!"

(The Lawgivers): You say, "I have them now, Lord."

(The Lawgivers): You say, "You may take them from my possession."

(The Lawgivers): Zvoltz says, "I only need one, Shedrin. Do you think Me a glutton?"

(The Lawgivers): You say, "Perhaps You will enjoy it enough that You wish for more."

A lattice of energy crackles across the firmament in coruscating arcs of icy white brilliance.

As you begin to glow with a resplendent light, an electric thrill runs down your spine before blinding pain seizes your consciousness. As you open your mouth to scream, fulminating arcs of icy white brilliance explode from your body to engulf you in wracking agony before you feel your very structure collapse beneath the onslaught.

You have been slain by Zvoltz.

The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames.

(The Lawgivers): Zvoltz says, "That was disgusting."

Shedrin

Hallifax Centennial Refounding Festival Macarons

nom nom

Hallifax got a large order of special macarons for the festival.

Short desc:

a ruffled, decadent macaron

Long desc:

Its crust formed of two crisp cookies pressed tightly together, this decadent macaron is a harmonious set of contrasts, its hard outer layer hiding a sweet, creamy layer within. Colourfully rendered in whimsical design, the silhouette of a delicate aerial has been imprinted into the pastry shell, wings aloft in a magnificent display with a baker's signature flourish. Dyed one of the deep, jewelled shades of Continuum, this flaky confection appears light as a wisp of cloud, delicate and dainty to behold, seated most comfortably on a frilled lace doily.

Eating:

You pluck a ruffled, decadent macaron from its lace doily perch, biting into its 

flaky crust and leisurely discovering its centre of buttercream with happy 

surprise.

As you go to finish off the rest of the scrumptious dessert, you frown as your 

teeth hit something hard. Turning it over in your hands, you gaze in wonderment 

at a sparkling gemstone hidden within, blinking as it dissipates in a pinprick 

of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone rotund pigeon of carnelian ruby bursts 

into glorious being.

A gemstone rotund pigeon of carnelian ruby exclaims, "O, Hallifax! Beauteous 

Hallifax! How lovely are thy crystal spires!"

The final message has random components:

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone (nightingale/swan/bird of paradise/rotund pigeon/translucent aerial/skylark) of (golden beryl/red bloodstone/deep turquoise/blue sapphire/purple garnet/prismatic opal/carnelian ruby/shining emerald) bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone (bird) of (gem) exclaims, [

"O, Hallifax! Beauteous Hallifax! How lovely are thy crystal spires!"

"The Lady Aesthete smiles upon our city, for its artistry is a testament to the love of Xyl and Trillillial!"

"Glory be to the Lord Architect and His Design! May Hallifax prosper under His Most Righteous Law!"

"A most glorious Centennial to the Beacon of Harmony, jewel of the Basin of Life!"

"A place for all, and all in their place! So shall Hallifax shine as a Beacon for all to serve!"

]

Irillia

You forgot to mention their different flavours! Like yours was buttercream and the two that I had were spun-sugar and powderfruit preserves, respectively. Yum.

Eritheyl

Powderfruits still make me think of wumpa fruit from Crash Bandicoot.

/random

Irillia

Impromptu Lectures on the Aesthete and the Architect

After eating macarons, Ihuicatl mentions that she'd like to learn more about Isune and gets not one, but two lectures in response from devout devotees of Hallifax's Patrons.

Private Ihuicatl asks you, "May I trouble you for a moment, when you have the time?"

You say to Ihuicatl, "I am at your disposal, I suppose. Would you like to speak here or in a more 

private place?"

Private Ihuicatl says to you, "I suppose that it makes little difference. I wanted to talk to you 

about Lady Isune." She purses her lips, "I am interested in learning more about Her and Her 

teachings."

You say to Ihuicatl, "Ah, I see. Well, the Libretto and I are both followers of Lady Isune. What are 

you interested in learning about Her, if I may ask?"

Yatrius turns his attention towards you as his ears perk up in interest.

You say to Yatrius, "I meant to say that we could both help answer her questions. Somehow, eloquence 

has been deserting me since the beginning of this year, I swear it."

Grand Libretto Yatrius Pavok, Crystal Cavatina says, "Ah, yes, of course. We both would be happy to 

shed as much light upon our Patron as possible."

Private Ihuicatl says to you, "I fear that I do not know much about Her at all, other than Her 

appreciation for the arts and Her relationship to the goddess Trillillial, Who splintered Herself 

into the Trill race."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.  

A great black hippogriff with black wings perks up his ears, then dashes off to an unheard summons.

The tang of ozone fills the air as Shedrin, riding a great black hippogriff with black wings, enters 

from the west, wreathed in crackling bolts of lightning.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hmm."

You say to Ihuicatl, "Ah. Yes, well, there is certainly a great deal more to know about Her, though 

much of Her tale originates from those two facts, to be sure."

You say to Ihuicatl, "As depicted best in the Book of Trillillial, both She and Her sister were 

artists of the Fourth Circle and painters of the sky."

Ihuicatl nods her head at you.

You say to Ihuicatl, "And, as an Elder Goddess, the Lady Isune too opposed the Traitors and fought 

against the Soulless in the Elder Wars, from which She sustained Her own grievous wounds in both 

body and soul."

You say to Ihuicatl, "She has ever despised the Soulless since, as well as those who have fallen 

under their influence. Indeed, when reawakened after the Elder Wars, She sacrificed Her own being to 

empower the Seal of Nature and seal away Kethuru."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Ihuicatl, "Join the Architect."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Ihuicatl, "He is electrifyingly charismatic."

You laughingly say to Shedrin, "Indeed, as you have recently found out the hard way."

  

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "His Design cannot be resisted."

You say to Ihuicatl, "Before I get too carried away from my train of thought... The Lady Isune 

values Beauty, of course, as an artist and aesthete who values artistry and creativity -- Beauty, 

that is, undespoiled by the Taint and its corruption."

You say to Ihuicatl, "As shown by Her self-sacrifice to repair the Seal of Nature, though, She also 

values Compassion and Sacrifice, the two qualities that make all actions more beautiful and pure."

Ihuicatl nods her head at you.

Musingly, you say, "Of course, She is not the carefree sky-painter that once She was. Who could be, 

after one's beloved has fused with another god, one's sister has splintered into a thousand 

different shards, and one has given one's own being to save the Basin, then inadvertently brought 

the Wyrd into being, and emerged mad with guilt over one's own creations."

You say, "And yet, She bears Her tragedies with grace and shows Compassion to all those who have 

also known tragedy, as She knows it so well Herself. And still She works to further the 

beautification and purification of the Basin, in accordance with the principles of harmony and order."

Irillia gives her head a firm shake and reaches up to ruffle her head feathers, as 

though returning to full awareness.

You say, "Ah, but I do digress. Forgive me. I can tend to wax overlong on the subject of my Lady."

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "Wax overlong on the Stage."

  

Shedrin nods his head sagely.

 

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The Citizenry desires more lectures."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.

  

Private Ihuicatl says, "It's quite all right." She smiles, "I was, and am interesting in learning 

more about Her. I do not mind listening. I rather enjoy it, in fact."

You say to Shedrin, "I shall try. But what can I do when inspiration to wax pompous strikes me now, 

in the middle of a shop?"

  

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "Write it down."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say to Yatrius, "Libretto, write down what I am saying. Then perform it onstage to the 

accompaniment of violins."

You nod your head sagely.

(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "A true shevat."

(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Delegation."

You say to Ihuicatl, "It bears mentioning that another of Her pastimes in Her youth...and the youth 

of the world, really...was creating birds and granting wings to those who lacked them."

 

Ihuicatl smiles softly.

You say to Ihuicatl, "And even now, She has taken the bird of paradise, the white falcon, and the 

mourning dove as Her sigils. She loves birds, of course, but I have always thought there was more to 

it."

You say to Ihuicatl, "For birds, with their beautiful wings..." She pauses for a moment to preen 

vainly at her own cloud-grey plumes before continuing, "They soar high above the troubles, the petty 

skirmishes, the foolishness of the earthbound. They reach, ever yearning, ever seeking with every 

wingbeat, for that which is higher, greater, and more beautiful."

Ihuicatl purses her lips, deep in thought.

You say to Ihuicatl, "They, like Lady Isune Herself, symbolise power. And hope. Hope for a finer 

world, a world full of harmony and glory, as it once was."

Private Ihuicatl asks, "And that is also what we strive for here in the Collective, is it not? A 

harmonious world?"

Gravely, you say, "Exactly. That is precisely what we Hallifaxians strive for every day."

Ihuicatl smiles softly.

You say, "I hope that I have, ah, managed to tell you a little more about Lady Isune."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "Define Sacrifice."

Half laughing, half resignedly, you say, "Oh, dear. Now it begins anew."

You say, "Sacrifice is... It is the giving up of one's own safety and well-being for the sake of 

something or someone else, something that one believes is worth protecting."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "How does this relate to Harmony."

You say, "I suppose to achieve Harmony, one must sacrifice one's own sense of... Well... Really, one 

must sacrifice one's lower emotions to achieve harmony with others. They must adhere only to the 

higher emotions of commitment, dedication, and love of beauty and truth."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "So Sacrifice in Harmony is just the removal of lower 

emotions?"

You say to Shedrin, "I suspect it is not, but it was merely the first thing I could think of."

You say to Shedrin, "If I may ask, how do you relate Sacrifice to Harmony?"

Private Ihuicatl looks between Shedrin and you, obviously intrigued by their conversation.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "Sacrifice is the forgoing of selfishness."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "With Sacrifice, one gives up one's own goals, however 

minor or major, for the goals of another."

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "This thus forms the foundation for a society."

  

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "When a quantity of individuals give up personal goals in 

support of a common one."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "When there is a common Unity, and Sacrifices in 

accordance with that."

You say, "Then there is Harmony in unified Sacrifice."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "Harmony results from the minor Sacrifices of day-to-day 

interactions."

You look thoughtful and say, "That is a far better answer than I could have given."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "It is a symptom of my style of thought."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "Your style is inevitably different."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to you, "For example, you focused on the story of the Lady 

Aesthete."

You say to Shedrin, "Ah, would you have educated a seeker about Lord Zvoltz in another fashion?"

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "That is correct."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say, "In that case, let us say that I am a...young-ish seeker and that the young Sentinel here 

is also seeking to learn of Lord Zvoltz. High Exemplar, how would you go about developing our 

knowledge of the Lord Architect?"

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "He is Lightning."

Ihuicatl tilts her head and listens intently to Shedrin.

  

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "This means He is superior."

  

Shedrin nods his head sagely.

You say, "Do go on."

  

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The Lord Architect is such as He is the Architect of society."

 

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "His Grand Design is for the superior societal archetype."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "This is supported by His five Foundations."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Unity, Harmony, Law, Order and Structure."

  

Gazing down her hooked nose, a city administrator enters from the west.

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Unity and Harmony of the emotional."

 

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Order and Law of the rational."

  

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Structure as the central pillar."

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "And that is all."

 

Shedrin nods his head sagely.

You say, "Succinct, ordered, and meaningful. Indeed, that is like a bolt of lightning, and it is 

also quite different from my more emotional and rambling rendition of Lady Isune's tale and tenets."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "If the focus is on my Lord, then my emotional reaction is not 

necessarily relevant."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Unless asked."

Shedrin ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The Lord Architect is one who saved me."

Eyes widening attentively, you say, "Saved you from what?"

 

Shedrin glances about, his body turning a hazy shade of grey.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "From myself."

You frown and say, "But what about yourself did He save you from?"

Shedrin ponders the situation.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "There is no single dramatic moment."

   

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "There was a time in which I had stretched myself too thin, 

beyond the boundaries of my Caste, and my area of expertise."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "This took a toll upon my morale, and I allowed mistakes to occur."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "When the Lord came to the Basin, I rededicated myself to His 

Service, and His support has since been instrumental in keeping me upon a productive path of service."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Private Ihuicatl asks, "What was it that drew you to Him?"

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The Lord Architect seeks Harmony and Order."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "That is my goal."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "And through His Design, it can be achieved."

 

Ihuicatl nods her head at Shedrin.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The Lord Architect's Design is apparent in Hallifax."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "His Design echoed throughout time, and was replicated in our 

society."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Even if the specifics were not His, the Foundations were."

Zyphora

Irillia said:

You forgot to mention their different flavours! Like yours was buttercream and the two that I had were spun-sugar and powderfruit preserves, respectively. Yum.

Known flavors: buttercream, spun-sugar, powderfruit preserve, marmalade, lemon meringue, bittersweet chocolate.

Edit: added flavors mentioned by Vivet.

Vivet

And lemon meringue, and bittersweet chocolate!

Tacita

So there's shouting going on about the contest all the way through this log. I've not copied it over because spam. At some points I've noted what was going on though because it's relevant

--

A single ray of dawn descends in an arc towards the ground, out of which steps Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, cane gripped firmly in her hands.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion inclines her head politely to you.

You curtsey gracefully before Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

Covering her head as if dizzy, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "My, this travel takes some getting used to."

Curtseying politely, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to you, "How do you do, Miss? A pleasure to meet you."

Sparkling motes of bright light surround the Matrix.

Zeliek steps out of the Matrix, trailing sparkling motes of light.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion inclines her head politely to Zeliek.

Zeliek raises his hand in greeting to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion and says "Hi!"

Inclining her head politely, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Flushing slightly, you say, "It is a very beautiful mode of travel, your ladyship. And it is a pleasure to meet you also."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion chuckles slightly.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Ah, it is wonderful to be back in the city again. Especially after all this racket going on in the southern pyramids." She sighs. "I needed a place with some semblance of decorum."

Abecedarian Zeliek says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "You found the right place!"

Zeliek beams broadly at Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Hurriedly, you say, "Oh! pardon me. Is your ladyship correct? I cannot recall how one addresses a Dame, it is - well, all my comportment lessons were prior to the Portal."

Zeliek plays a rapid succession of tones on an elegant jet black viola and hums a single syllable, standing taller and more charismatically.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "You may refer to me as your ladyship, though I do suppose it might be a title I do not deserve. My students called me by Dame or Mistress Fairquillion."

Abecedarian Zeliek says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Your students? What do you teach, Mistress Fairquillion?"

You have emoted: Maerad flashes a slightly relieved smile and nods her head gently.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "I was a governess, back in the day. Mostly, I taught manners for high society families, and a basic understanding of the arts."

Chuckling, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Lately, I have been voyaging into Hallifax in my retirement, and have occasionally been asking to repeat the lessons."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Zeliek, "But I see you have already a very pleasant knack for the viola, dear. The Symphonium teaches you well."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion folds her hands upon her cane, looking pleased.

Abecedarian Zeliek says, "Indeed they do."

The air around Shedrin blurs as he chants under his breath. He shakes his head and blinks in confusion.

You curtsey gracefully before Shedrin.

Smiling gently, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Ah, High Exemplar. Well-met."

Abecedarian Zeliek says, "Which reminds me, I need finish my composition."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion curtseys gracefully.

Shedrin inclines his head politely to those around him.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hmm hmm."

Abecedarian Zeliek says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Do you intend to stay in Hallifax."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "I've been fancying the idea for awhile now."

Abecedarian Zeliek says, "I'm sure we would love to have a Dame of your stature within the City."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "I suppose as one gets older, one gets more indecisive. But I do think the chances of this become more and more likely."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Shedrin, "I trust the rabble of the Basin of Life has not upset the ears of Hallifax overmuch?"

You say to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "I fear you would be overburdened with the quantity of work elsewhere, Dame Fairquillion. It would seem that much of the remainders of the Basin failed to attend their propriety lessons as youths."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Oh? I do wonder. I spoke with the Chancellor some time ago, who seemed of the opinion that Hallifax needed lessons as well."

Shedrin's crystalline form shifts to a cool sky-blue colour as he looks about.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion rubs her temples in frustration.

You furrow your brow in thought.

Her voice clipped, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "One must never criticize an Elder God, but one does not always need to agree with their propriety, either."

Abecedarian Zeliek says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "All the more reason for you to stay!"

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "I am more inclined to test how well they can withstand balestones."

You look thoughtful and say, "I cannot possibly speak to who Papa might have been thinking of - I have always found everyone in Hallifax to be exceptionally well mannered."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Surely a better contest could be arranged, one of more merit than..." She pauses, unable to finish the thought except by saying, "...that."

Zeliek smiles softly.

You ponder the situation.

Tisianna arrives, following High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris.

Platinum white feathers flutter in on a perfumed wind, dancing about Zyphora as she glides in from the up.

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

You flash Zyphora a joyous smile.

Zeliek greets Zyphora with a sincere smile.

Tisianna curtseys gracefully.

Shedrin ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Tidings, High Scion." She curtseys. "How fare you this day?"

(Hallifax): Shedrin says, "There remains a large quantity of macarons within the Crystal Rose."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Ah, what an immense pleasure to see you, Dame Fairquillion."

Shedrin plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Shedrin frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in his hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone skylark of golden beryl bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone skylark of golden beryl exclaims, "A most glorious Centennial to the Beacon of Harmony, jewel of the Basin of Life!"

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

Appearing faintly surprised, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Oh, how charming."

Glancing up, you ask, "Oh! What are these?"

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hallifax Centennial Refounding Festival macarons."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Available for purchase in the Crystal Rose."

Zyphora nods her head emphatically.

Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."

Abecedarian Zeliek says to Shedrin, "Is that your way of suggesting we buy some?"

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "No."

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper smiles and says, "They are very pleasant."

Tacita

You say, "Please excuse me a moment, then."

Abecedarian Zeliek says, "I shall have to get one regardless."

[I'll spare you the shopping trip!]

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Forgive me, I must meditate for a time."

You give a ruffled, decadent macaron to Abecedarian Zeliek.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion tilts her head curiously.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Zyphora, "A pity. Do take care."

Zeliek thanks you profusely.

You ask Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Would you care to try a macaron, Dame Fairquillion?"

Zeliek plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Zeliek frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in his hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone pristine dove of pink amethyst bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone pristine dove of pink amethyst exclaims, "A place for all, and all in their place! So shall Hallifax shine as a Beacon for all to serve!"

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Oh, gracious, I couldn't possibly. But thank you for the kind suggestion."

You give a ruffled, decadent macaron to Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper.

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

You pluck a ruffled, decadent macaron from its lace doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and leisurely discovering its centre of marmalade with happy surprise.

As you go to finish off the rest of the scrumptious dessert, you frown as your teeth hit something hard. Turning it over in your hands, you gaze in wonderment at a sparkling gemstone hidden within, blinking as it dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone superb fairy wren of prismatic opal bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone superb fairy wren of prismatic opal exclaims, "Higher emotions soar this joyous day, as we celebrate the Refounding of the City of Hallifax!"

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper smiles and says to you, "Thank you, sister."

Tisianna plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Tisianna frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in her hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone swan of pink amethyst bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone swan of pink amethyst exclaims, "A Joyous 100th Anniversary to the Beacon of Harmony!"

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper gives a quiet laugh, covering her mouth with her hands.

A wry smile spreads across Dame Dioyne Fairquillion's face.

Shedrin gazes piercingly at himself with a thoughtful air, the air between them warping and shimmering oddly.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "I do not believe I have met you before. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dame.. Fairquillion, is what my mother called you?"

Pejat, riding a lank-haired war goat with curving rainbow horns, steps out of the Matrix, trailing sparkling motes of light.

Pejat gives the world a smart salute.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Ah, how remiss of me not to introduce myself. Indeed, I am Dame Fairquillion, former governess of Talthos. And what shall I call you by?"

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion curtseys formally.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper flashes a shy smile, offering, "Tisianna will suffice, ma'am."

Tisianna curtseys gracefully before Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hmm."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Such manners. I do believe I like the Beacon of Harmony the more I step foot within it."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "There was a painting about you."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion blinks slowly, the surprise faint but clearly evident on her features.

Brightly, Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper says, "My mother, Zyphora, has painted it."

Pleasantly overwhelmed, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Gracious, I have not been called considered a muse in many, many years."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Called or considered, in fact."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "It reminded me not at all of my childhood."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "May I ask how yours differed?"

You look up at Shedrin curiously.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "I was born in the tained City."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "That would be markedly different, indeed."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Yes, quite lacking in Harmony and Order."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "May I ask how your behaviour smoothed in your transition to Hallifax?"

[Eventru starts shouting around here]

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper murmurs quietly, "My, they are loud.. and long winded."

You nod your head at Tisianna, showing your acceptance.

Appearing wearied by the shouting, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Brevity is the soul of wit."

Exasperated as she tries to remain composed, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Surely there are better competitions?"

You frown and say, "I really do not understand what they are talking about."

Shedrin ponders the situation.

Sighing, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "A single ingenue in a most mannerless Basin of Life."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Within the tainted city I attempted to keep myself to scholarly pursuits."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Naturally flavoured by the Geomantic insanity."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "When Hallifax was Refounded, I immediately made my way to the City. The Beacon of Harmony had always called to me as part of my lucidian heritage."

Shedrin ponders the situation.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Within the tainted city, I had no fellows which I would call a comrade."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "But Hallifax was awash with them."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Dame Dioyne Fairquillion's lips.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "It is well to have a place where one feels one belongs."

With shy warmth, you say to Shedrin, "I am glad to see that the Collective has healed you of the maladies of that city, sir. I would never have guessed that you were once afflicted in such a manner."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The addiction to the taint lingered for quite a while."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "I once thought I could attempt to control it, and use its power to strengthen myself."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Now I recognize its inevitable consumptive influence."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Well, if it is any consolation, many influences are consumptive."

Drily, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Some also hallucinogenic, or an impediment to one's mental faculties."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The essence of the Soulless leads to consumption of all."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "With the taint, there will remain one single entity, bloated from it's devouring."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "A heavy subject indeed. Perhaps too heavy for the events of the coming months. As I understand it, a celebration has been underway? The banners are quite lovely to behold."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hmm hmm."

You smile broadly and say, "Oh, yes! The Minister for Culture has organised a very successful event. I believe we have an indentured servant auction to look forward to this month."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Perhaps more."

Consulting her notes, you say, "Oh yes, and a debate tournament."

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper whispers to you, "Perhaps in celebration of the founding, Dame Fairquillion can teach everyone shouting some manners as well."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "I suspect that may be impossible."

The Matrix flares and bits of energy swirl about inside, bits and pieces smashing into each other, growing larger in size before they finally are all one mass, which emerges from the Matrix as Skye.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say to Tisianna, "That would be quite the undertaking. I believe it would require a lengthy rehabilitation - and one with much advance planning."

"Heh heh heh" Zeliek chuckles.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper gives a quiet laugh, covering her mouth with her hands.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Gracious, even I do not pretend to have the right to educate an Elder God on decorum."

Skye blinks.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Perhaps the right, but not the lack of intelligence."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "It would be rather unwise to attempt."

You give a ruffled, decadent macaron to Shifting Current Skye.

You give a ruffled, decadent macaron to Pejat.

Skye blinks.

Pejat calls out "Thank you."

Shifting Current Skye says to you, "Thank you."

Pejat's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Now consume them."

Pejat plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "I believe that at present, the Exalted One is teaching a lesson in decorum to the mortals of the Basin. It would be rude to interrupt."

Pejat frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in his hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

You say to Skye, "They are a new delicacy for the celebrations. Please enjoy them, with the compliments of the Ministry of Culture."

Tacita

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone translucent aerial of carnelian ruby bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone translucent aerial of carnelian ruby exclaims, "A Joyous 100th Anniversary to the Beacon of Harmony!"

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion coughs delicately.

Skye's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Skye plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Skye frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in his hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone pristine dove of dark onyx bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone pristine dove of dark onyx exclaims, "A place for all, and all in their place! So shall Hallifax shine as a Beacon for all to serve!"

Skye chuckles long and heartily.

Shifting Current Skye says, "How nice."

An uneven portal rips open the air and a falcon of massive proportions flutters through on unreliable wings before the rift snaps shut once more.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion blinks incredulously at Volucer.

You flash Volucer a joyous smile.

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Volucer, "Volucer!"

Thin lines of pure white energy drift in from the southeast, assembling into a complex design that weaves itself into the form of Ushaara.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to Volucer, "How wonderful to see you again."

Volucer exclaims, "Zyphora!"

Ushaara doffs a ceremonial comb morion helm cordially.

Skye flashes Volucer a joyous smile.

Volucer fluffs his feathers self-importantly.

Volucer inches bashfully over to Zyphora and nuzzles her tenderly.

Ushaara plucks a ruffled, decadent macaron from its doily perch, biting into its flaky crust and chewing it with a leisurely smile.

Ushaara frowns with quiet disdain mid-chew, turning the macaron over in his hands to inspect a sparkling gemstone hidden within. Barely a moment passes before the jewel dissipates in a pinprick of jewelled light.

Coalescing in harmonious song, a gemstone peregrine falcon of purple garnet bursts into glorious being.

A gemstone peregrine falcon of purple garnet exclaims, "Glory be to the Lord Architect and His Design! May Hallifax prosper under His Most Righteous Law!"

Tisianna curtseys gracefully before Volucer.

Volucer sways back and forth.

Shedrin nods his head sagely.

Shifting Current Skye says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Pardon, I feel like I recognize you, but I cannot place where. I'm awful without context. Am I mistaken?"

To herself, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "My, must be how I look when I arrive in an ostentacious fashion."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Skye, "I believe we may have met in passing, perhaps when I was being given a tour of the city."

Volucer says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Osten-what?"

Skye ponders the situation.

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper glances to Dame Fairquillion, attempting to suppress a giggle.

Shifting Current Skye says, "I'll accept that."

Skye chuckles long and heartily.

You say to Volucer, "I would offer you a macaron, but I fear you would reject them for containing no meat."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion smiles softly at Skye.

Volucer gives a pained sigh.

You have emoted: Maerad holds her hands to her mouth to cover a shy grin.

Frowning, Volucer says, "Why is everything about fruit or sweets today."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "The Hallifaxian diet contains vast quantities of sugar."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "I suspect it is because of the crystalline nature of such."

Comprehension flashes across Pejat's face.

To himself, Volucer says, "I think a spire of salmon wouldn't last very long."

Pejat writes down a note on his hand.

The corners of Skye's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Blinking slowly, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "My. What a concept."

Shedrin gives a chilled platter of assorted seafood to Volucer.

Volucer shakes his head at Shedrin.

Shedrin looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Volucer says, "Nope. Not now."

Volucer says, "I am on a 'diet.' Or something."

Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper looks undecided and says, "Pardon me. I should rest before I collapse."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "I do not comprehend."

Tisianna curtseys gracefully.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion opens her mouth then closes it, seeming perplexed by the falcon.

Pejat gives Tisianna a respectful salute.

Volucer says to Shedrin, "The Lady thinks I'm getting fat."

 

Shedrin gives a chilled platter of assorted seafood to Keeper Ushaara Pavok.

 

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says to Shedrin, "Wrong platter?"

 

Shedrin ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

 

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Perhaps."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says, "I'll eat the seafood, you can have the fruit!"

The corners of Ushaara's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Shedrin gives an inconspicuous platter of fruits to Pejat.

You whisper to Ushaara, "Is it fruit, Grandpa...or phruit?"

Skeptically, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "What is a phruidt, precisely?"

Pejat says to Shedrin, "Thank you High Exemplar."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Phruit, even. Such an odd term."

Shedrin gives an inconspicuous platter of fruits to Shifting Current Skye.

Pejat consumes an inconspicuous platter of fruits leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Skye ponders an inconspicuous platter of fruits thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Diplomatically, you say to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Ah, phruit is...a rare and acquired taste developed by my great aunt Phoebus. I did not take to it, myself."

Shifting Current Skye licks his lips eagerly.

Showing that she understands, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion nods her head slowly.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to you, "A good assumption to take is that any inconspicuous platter is phruit."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "My Lord quite enjoys it."

Shifting Current Skye says, "How pleasant!"

Shedrin nods his head at himself.

Helpfully, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Like vegetables with young ones?"

Volucer rolls his eyes.

You say to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Ah, yes...only without the necessity that one acquire the taste eventually, I think."

Volucer says, "Why make platters of food that don't taste good."

With polite restraint, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Taste is subjective, Volucer."

Volucer says, "Pssshhhh..."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion ponders Volucer thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Volucer looks about himself suspiciously, before pondering Dioyne in turn.

Shedrin ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "I'm sorry, how rude of me to stare. I have simply never beheld a falcon quite like you before."

Volucer puffs up his chest with pride.

Volucer says, "It's okay. I'm the subject of many works of art. Also stories about octopodes."

Skye blinks.

You pat a figurine of Volucer in a friendly manner.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion begins to say something, but stops, and decides to simply nod and feign belief.

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

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Citizens."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Define Art."

In a low whisper, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Zyphora, "Heavens, what is an octopode?"

(The Canvas): Isune says, "Is Volucer telling lies again?"

Pejat says, "The application of Order to Beauty."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hmm hmm."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "An interesting definition."

(The Canvas): Volucer says, "What? Everything I said is true!"

Tacita

Shifting Current Skye says to Volucer, "Say, do you mind if I took a sketch of you to add to the list?"

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Does the Citizenry concur?"

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris murmurs to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "It is an eight-tentacled cephalopod that is thought to live in deep oceans in the vicinity of a volcanic island."

Volucer adjusts himself on his talons, posing very still as he says, "Uh, yeah, of course!"

Skye chuckles long and heartily.

The corners of Ushaara's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Shifting Current Skye says, "Most gracious."

Pejat flashes Volucer a joyous smile.

Volucer fluffs his feathers self-importantly.

Hesitantly, you say to Shedrin, "I do not think it possible to truly define art, sir. I believe the very nature of art is to seek to define and understand both itself and a variety of other concepts."

Skye breaks apart a piece of coal and plucks a thick shard from the rubble. With a careful eye he ponders Volucer for a moment before making deft sketches upon a thin sheet. Looking up from his work he glances at his model and nods in satisfaction.

With more than just a trace of amusement, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Zyphora, "Is he always like this?"

Skye thanks Volucer profusely.

Volucer blinks incredulously at Skye.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "He is."

Volucer struts proudly about the room.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris whispers to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "It is very endearing to the Collectivists."

The body of Ollie Feyranti appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Pejat gives Ollie a respectful salute.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Zyphora, "His Goddess must be endlessly amused."

Shedrin ponders the situation.

Ollie gives Dame Dioyne Fairquillion a horrified gasp.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion inclines her head politely to Ollie.

"Yo!" Ollie exclaims cheerfully as he waves to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Ollie, "Define Art."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris whispers to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "He also likes to be called majestic and other terms of that sort."

Sounding tired, but amused as she curtseys, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Greetings, Ollie. How pleasant to see you."

Ollie Feyranti says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "It has been too long!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok asks Shedrin, "You could maybe say that art is an expression of creativity in a visual form?"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok looks thoughtful and says, "Though not always visual I guess."

Volucer ponders this, though in reality he appears very bored by the conversation.

Ollie Feyranti says to Ushaara, "I was actually about to say the expression of one's feelings.."

Ollie raises his hand in greeting to Volucer and says "Hi!"

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.

Pejat whispers to you, "I do like your idea. Though I intend to defend my own. Is not seeking to define and understand art an ordering of beauty?"

Volucer says to Ollie, "They are talking about Serious Things."

Volucer rolls his eyes.

Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "Ugh."

Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "That's no fun.."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to Volucer, "The High Exemplar does like to define things."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Definitions are important."

Skye nods his head sagely.

More amused, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Zyphora, "Though it appears Sir Feyranti and Volucer quite understand one another."

Volucer flops himself into Ollie's arms.

Smiling shyly, you murmur to Pejat, "I do not think our ideas are necessarily mutually exclusive, though I cannot say I understand the concept of Order in sufficient depth to argue whether or not it may be applied to Beauty. An oversight I intend to tend to in the coming months."

Ollie grins mischievously at Volucer.

Volucer chirps happily.

With similar tones of amusement, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Indeed they do."

Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "It's ok. Soon he will run out of things to define."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Unlikely."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Pejat, "What might unordered Beauty be?"

Shifting Current Skye says, "Nature?"

Volucer says to Ollie, "Soon he will start defining things that everybody already gets. Like melons. Apparently that's a hotly debated term now."

Ollie snickers softly to himself.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

You look thoughtful and say to Skye, "I thought that at first, but is there not an order to be found in some parts of nature?"

Shifting Current Skye says to you, "Hmm..indeed there is much to be found."

Skye ponders the situation.

Pejat says to you, "You can order what is already ordered creating marvelous art."

Pejat says, "Order is inherit to Mathematics, but you can present it in an artistic manner."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion listens, thoroughly engaged in the discourse.

Volucer looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.

Shifting Current Skye says, "I think that, perhaps, for something to be beautiful, it must already have some order to it. Even if it is an abstract painting or an insect on a blade of grass, it needs to have some understood form in order to be appreciated."

Pejat says to Shedrin, "As for my own answer to your question I think unordered beauty is impossible to comprehend. That is why we seek to order it."

You have emoted: Maerad blushes slightly and ruffles her feathers in embarrassment. "I'm afraid I really don't have a great enough understanding of the concept of Order as you're all discussing it," she says apologetically. "Not to debate it so. I shall have to go away and study."

Volucer looks at Maerad in horror, tugging upon her skirt with his beak as he whispers, "Don't leave me here with them!"

Pejat smiles and says to you, "It is a wondrous thing to study."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion stares implacably at Volucer.

Giggling happily, you say to Volucer, "Oh! I won't go now. That would be terribly rude."

In a loud whisper, Volucer says to you, "I don't want to be the only one who doesn't know what we're talking about."

Clearing her throat, Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Pejat, "I quite agree with you, good sir. Order is a most becoming subject."

Pejat flashes Dame Dioyne Fairquillion a joyous smile.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Dame Dioyne Fairquillion's lips.

You whisper to Volucer, "Then it would be my honour to stay and keep you company. But hush! The others shall hear us, and it would be uncouth to reveal our ignorance."

(The Canvas): Volucer says, "I don't think the Dame likes me very much."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Pejat, "Define Order."

Ollie heaves an almighty groan.

Volucer straightens up, looking dignified.

You nod your head sagely at Volucer.

Volucer chirps happily.

Pejat ponders the situation.

Pejat asks Shedrin, "The state of Order?"

(The Canvas): Volucer says, "Bleegh. Defining this, defining that."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Pejat, "Order in relation to Beauty."

(The Canvas): Isune says, "Volucer, I do not condone words such as "bleegh" on My most glorious aether."

Pejat says, "Ah then I would not define it as a noun in this case. It would be an action."

(The Canvas): Ollie says, "It's clearly because Shedrin is old. He needs us young people to remind him of these things."

Pejat says, "It is the process of transforming beauty into something understandable."

(The Canvas): Isune says, "Alternatives you may use include "piffle," "drat," or "bother."

Skye smiles softly.

Pejat says, "The more apt one is at this ordering the more knowledge that can be garnered and the powerful that art is."

(The Canvas): Isune says, "Dearest, Volucer is hardly young."

(The Canvas): Volucer says, "Hey!"

(The Canvas): Ollie says, "He looks good for whatever his age is."

Scratching his head, Pejat says, "I am not sure if that is satisfactory."

(The Canvas): Volucer says, "Aw shucks."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Hmm hmm."

Volucer looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.

Volucer says to you, "I think I'm going to fly some more. Will you be okay?"

Volucer tilts his head back and turns his eyes to the sky for a brief moment.

You say to Volucer, "I will be quite well, thank you. And if I am not, I have this small model version of you to keep me company!"

Pejat says to Volucer, "I am very sorry!"

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Than what is Beauty?"

Volucer turns to look at Ollie also, before glancing suspiciously at the verbose Zvoltzians present.

You give a figurine of Volucer a friendly cuddle.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion heaves a delicate sigh.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Pejat, "No need to apologize. I believe he is merely..." She searches for the word. "A restless little bird."

Ollie Feyranti whispers to Volucer, "Don't leave me.."

Volucer inches bashfully over to Ollie and nuzzles him tenderly.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says to Pejat, "You have been most entertaining, I assure you."

Tacita

Pejat says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Thank you!"

Volucer mimics the Dame's posh accent, rolling his eyes.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion does not allow herself to react.

Volucer says, "Well, then."

Volucer suddenly shouts, "POOF!" and waits as if expecting something.

You politely cover your mouth with your hand as a startled laugh escapes your lips.

Volucer rips open an uneven portal and darts through with a flutter of his wings before it snaps shut behind him.

Ollie snaps his fingers.

Ollie Feyranti says to a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings, "You should learn to do that."

Ollie nods his head sagely.

Pejat says to Shedrin, "Beauty is an inherent quality of the things around us. I do not personally believe that its depths are equal in all things. Some things even have different degrees of infinite beauty. Beauty even inhabits relations between ideas. It is a very intangible thing that cannot be grasped. Once again, that is why one requires Order."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "...Someone really ought to teach that bird some manners."

Skye chuckles long and heartily.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion glances at her pocketwatch then blinks, tucking it back into her black velvet bag with a sigh.

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Pejat, "How does an Artist comprehend the intangible to be ordered?"

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "Unfortunately, I believe I too must depart. It has been a most enjoyable discussion, however." She smiles faintly. "Birds and all."

High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "Fair winds."

"Awwwww!" Ollie says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion chuckles long and heartily.

Skye doffs a squarish hat of achromatic flora to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

Pejat smiles and says to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "It was wonderful having your company."

Curtseying, you say to Dame Dioyne Fairquillion, "It was lovely to meet you, Dame Fairquillion. Do take care."

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion says, "A pleasure to see you all. Hallifax is always a welcoming city."

Ollie waves goodbye at Dame Dioyne Fairquillion.

Dame Dioyne Fairquillion clacks her cane once, firmly, and abruptly shatters into stained-glass sunlight.

Skye blinks.

Shifting Current Skye murmurs, "That's quite the trick."

Shedrin

Indentured Servant Auction

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Bids should be announced aloud, in increments of 500 gold."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Until such time as I deem the Opera House is growing too noisy and I request that they be sent in tells."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Let me see. While I have the signed contracts of several volunteers in my hand, several others have not yet sent me their contracts."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "In that case, I will message the missing volunteer and tell them to give their contract to you, and they will serve you as normal until the end of this year."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And if you have questions, please do let me know."

Looking from one side to the other, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "If there are no objections, allow me to begin the auctioning!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance draws out the drama of the moment by consulting a shimmering crystalline scroll in her hand and musing over the entries.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And for our first volunteer, we have... Pejat!"

Pejat waves.

A wry smile spreads across Ihuicatl's face.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "This young member of the Symphonium describes himself as a capable gatherer of esteem and power and professes to be eager and willing to serve."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to Pejat, "Do you have anything to add to this, young Symphonist?"

You ponder Pejat thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Pejat ponders the situation.

Pejat says, "I mean the willingness should cover most things?"

Irillia nods her head emphatically.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "Aha, willing to gather esteem? I'll open the bidding with 10,000 gold."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "There you are then! He is willing to help and assist with most anything! Do I hear... Aha."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "10,500."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "10,000 gold for this able young Symphonist! Keeper, you are starting us off quite high."

You say to Ushaara, "Do you even have that much, Keeper?"

Private Ihuicatl says, "11,000."

Vivet hides a grin behind her hand.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "12000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Oh, my. I 

can hardly keep up with you all!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "12,000 for young 

Pejat's services. Do I hear 12,500 gold?"

You say, "15,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "20000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says to you, "I'm willing to spend to supplement 

my poor offerings."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Good heavens, you wealthy citizens! 20,000 is the highest bid so far."

You say to Pejat, "Are you worth 20,000 gold, Citizen?"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "22,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "25000."

Ushaara peers at Maellio unscrupulously.

Maellio grins mischievously at Ushaara.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I hope you will save some gold for the later volunteers. We still have nine more to... And 25,000 from the Magistrate."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok asks, "A bidding war, is it?"

Private Ihuicatl says, "26,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "My offerings are paltry too."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "27000."

Pejat says, "It is all going to the Collective. That is a good thing to keep in 

mind."

Irillia nods her head at Pejat.

You say, "Hmm."

 

Keeper Ushaara Pavok states, "30,000."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "32000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "35,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "40000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance glances back and forth 

between the bidders, barely able to repress her laughter at the escalating bids.

You say, "50,000."

Pejat shrugs helplessly.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well. 50,000 for 

young Pejat's services. Does anyone dare go higher?"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "55000."

The corners of Telal's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Private Ihuicatl says, "56,000."

You say to Pejat, "Are you sure you want to serve the Magistrate?"

   

Maellio sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

You say to Pejat, "He might dissect you."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok frowns and says, "I'm already outbid."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "60000."

Pejat smiles and says, "I don't think I have a choice on this unless I want to bid for myself."

Private Ihuicatl says, "62,000."

Maellio creases his brow in a frown.

Ihuicatl hides a grin behind her hand.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I do believe I am not going to win."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Whether or not a 

bid more."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I concede."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well! Then Pejat's services go to Ihuicatl, I do believe!"

You say to Pejat, "It seems the Private is quite fond of you."

 

Pejat gives the world a smart salute.

Private Ihuicatl laughingly says to you, "He is my brother."

Pejat chuckles long and heartily.

You say to Ihuicatl, "Dangerous."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to you, "And my future children."

Pejat says, "However that works."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Very carefully."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "So, Pejat goes to Private Ihuicatl for 62,000 gold sovereigns. Do be sure to render your payments to me before the end of the year."

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

Ihuicatl nods her head at Irillia.

Private Ihuicatl smiles and says to Irillia, "I will withdraw the gold from the bank immediately after the auction."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And next, we have..." She pauses again for dramatic effect and then flourishes an elegant white letter. "The Magistrate himself, Maellio Onz'verheu."

Rubbing her hands together, Ihuicatl grins with evil satisfaction.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Imagine the opportunity of having the Magistrate himself serving your whims."

Pejat says to Ihuicatl, "Do you intend to have the entire family?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "He offers his talents as actor, amatur acrobat, bookbinding, bookkeeping, buearucractic advisor, butlering, chess instructor, chess opponent, conversationalist, designer, food taster, gardener, juggler, mandolinist, peer reviewer, poet, proofreader, scientist, singer, and stage magician for the duration of his servitude."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "To his previous purchaser, I believe he composed a series of quite amusing haiku to entertain us."

You say to Maellio, "The juggling might require demonstration."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to you, "What have you to juggle?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Let the bidding on the Magistrate begin!"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "15000."

Entranced by Maellio, Ollie emits a long "Ooooh."

You say, "17,000."

Rubbing his hands together, Ollie grins with evil satisfaction.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "18,000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "20,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Thank you, Primus. Do I hear 15... Oh my. And the bids rush in!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "22,000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "25,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "22,000 on the Magistrate. Come now, surely he is worth more than these paltry sums."

The corners of Irillia's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "30000."

The corners of Ollie's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "35,000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "40,000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok exclaims to Ihuicatl, "Where did you get all the gold!"

You say, "It seems some people can hunt."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "45000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer absently collects an assortment of bottles from his person, juggling them absently through the air in loops and crosses, smiling wryly at you.

Private Ihuicatl says, "46,000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "50,000."

Pejat applauds Maellio heartily.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles impishly and says, "And here we have a demonstration of his talents! Who would not pay thousands for that."

Private Ihuicatl says, "51,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "51,000 so far on the Magistrate, from the intrepid Ihuicatl."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says to Ihuicatl, "I do hope you are not planning to sweep -all- the servants in this fashion."

Private Ihuicatl laughingly says to Irillia, "No, not all."

You say, "53,000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "55,000."

You say, "57,000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "60,000."

You say, "Very well."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says to Ihuicatl, "What will you be having him do?"

Private Ihuicatl says to Ushaara, "I haven't decided yet."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I take it that the bidding has reached its apex?"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer continues to juggle ignorantly of the proceedings, balancing up on the coils of his tail.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well, then the Magistrate goes to Private Ihuicatl for 60,000 gold!"

Rubbing her hands together, Ihuicatl grins with evil satisfaction.

Ollie snickers softly to himself.

Pejat applauds Ihuicatl heartily.

  

Pejat exclaims, "I am impressed!"

Ushaara gives up a round of applause.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "The Magistrate offers his verbal agreement to the contract for now."

Vivet ponders the situation.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Lovely, lovely."

Shedrin

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Moving on, then, let me introduce the bidding for quite a younger but no less talented citizen...Miss Maerad Windwhisper!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "This lovely young artist was responsible for no less than four... yes, four of the paintings in the art auction."

Pejat says, "Wow!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And I am quite sure that if you asked her politely, she would happily paint a most beautiful and masterful portrait of you."

Maellio sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And beside that, she is a very sweet and good-natured young lady fond of the arts and culture, as a good Hallifaxian citizen should be."

Eagerly, Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "I'll open the bidding at 20,000 gold sovereigns!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Thus, do I hear any bids on Miss Maerad... Ah, thank you, Keeper."

Ollie Feyranti says, "30000."

Pejat frowns and says, "I do not believe her talents are listed on the city trades scroll."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "35,000."

You say, "50,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "40000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Ack."

Ollie Feyranti says, "55000."

Irillia's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "60000."

Ushaara frowns and shakes his fist angrily.

Ollie's eyes bulge out as he utters a strangled, "Gah!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "70,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "75000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "75000."

Ollie grunts noncommitally.

Ollie Feyranti says, "80000."

Ushaara grins mischievously at Ollie.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "85000."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "88888."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "..."

 

Irillia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Ollie utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "90,000!"

Vivet hums a happy tune.

You say, "100,042."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "105,000!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Good heavens. I did 

say in increments of 500 gold, didn't I?"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "You did, yes."

Ollie Feyranti says, "105,500."

Telal nods her head emphatically.

 

Ushaara utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Ollie.

Ollie waggles his eyebrows suggestively at Ushaara.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I think everyone is shooting higher in case someone speaks at the same time."

You say, "It seems Miss Windwhisper is quite popular."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "108,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Who would not wish to enjoy the company of a talented artist?"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "110000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "110,500."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "113000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "112,000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "113,500."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "120,000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "Gosh Keeper!"

Skye creases his brow in a frown.

Ollie mutters discontentedly.

You say to Ushaara, "Over your budget, perhaps?"

Ollie snickers softly to himself.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I concede."

 

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to you, "Well I can afford to bid more for a painter than a painting!"

Ushaara nods his head sagely.

You say, "I see."

You say, "150,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well, then for 12... oh. Oh my."

Ollie Feyranti says, "150,500."

Ushaara stares implacably at you.

Nodding, Private Ihuicatl says to Ushaara, "That does make sense."

You say, "Yes, quite logical."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "160,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I see my worth is far below that of our younger citizens, I am admittedly pleased by this."

You say, "Hmm."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "So... I believe Miss Maerad will go to Ushaara for 160,000 gold, then!"

Telal shouts out a happy "Yay!"

Ushaara beams broadly.

Pejat says, "Impressive!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I am afraid, my good citizens, that I must withdraw for a little while, however."

Telal waves at Irillia and says "Goodbye!"

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

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "My responsible...I would hope...aide Shedrin shall take over for the next few citizens, until I am better disposed."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Please continue bidding as extravagantly as you have."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And hopefully I shall return soon."

Pejat chuckles long and heartily.

You analyse your surroundings with cold, detached disinterest.

Maellio ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Fair winds, all, until hopefully later."

Irillia curtseys gracefully.

  

Irillia grows still and her lips begin to move silently.

Ushaara doffs a ceremonial comb morion helm to Irillia.

You doff a filigree crown of onyx and iron cordially to Irillia.

With a flourish of his arm, Yatrius bows deeply.

You say, "Citizens."

You say, "More bidding.

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

You say, "Next up is the Keeper, Ushaara Pavok."

You say, "He is adept at not doing work, and looking aesthetically pleasing."

Ushaara chuckles long and heartily.

You say, "He is also knowledgeable on the Lord Architect."

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia covers her mouth and giggles.

You say, "He also wrote a play, once."

Ihuicatl hides a grin behind her hand.

You say, "And is a fount of knowledge of various things."

Pejat nods his head emphatically.

You say, "This is demonstrated by his winning of the Seal of Knowledge."

You say to Ushaara, "Advertise yourself, Keeper."

Pejat says, "I had no idea."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok looks thoughtful and says, "Hmm, let's see. I am also willing to serve as a sparring partner or instructor..."

Telal tilts her head and listens intently.

Ollie Feyranti says, "25,000."

Ushaara wipes the back of his hand across his brow in relief.

You say, "The Lord Potentate begins the bidding at 25,000 gold."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "30000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "35,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "40000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "50,000."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "45000."

You say, "The Lord Potentate and Magistrate parry with their gold."

Vivet looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia watches the bidding happily.

You say, "Before the Primus makes an adept strike."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "55000."

 

Ollie Feyranti says, "65,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "70000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "95,000."

Private Ihuicatl says, "100,000."

Ollie twitches spasmodically.

  

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says, "I'm already curious as to what services you all would wish for me to perform!"

Ollie Feyranti says, "150,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I'm sure we'll think of something."

You say to Ushaara, "Shall you bid on yourself?"

You say to Ushaara, "It might be dangerous, otherwise."

Rubbing his hands together, Ollie grins with evil satisfaction.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "He cannot afford himself at this point, I think."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "Perhaps, if someone is asking that I go hunting or somesuch!"

You say to Ushaara, "You might lose your ownership of Maerad."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok exclaims, "Oh, I can also offer services as an aetherpilot!"

"Ahah!" Ollie exclaims triumphantly.

You say, "Shall anyone else attempt to outbid the Lord Potentate?"

Ihuicatl shakes her head.

You say, "Then, the Keeper is sold for 150,000 gold to the Lord Potentate."

Pejat applauds Ollie heartily.

Ollie Feyranti says to Ushaara, "I get tired of walking..."

Ushaara's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Ollie jumps onto Ushaara.

Ollie points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says, "What have I gotten myself in for?!"

Shedrin

You say, "Hmm."

You say, "Who shall be next."

You say, "Perhaps..."

You say, "Next up is Citizen Allyrianne of the Symphonium."

You say, "Allyrianne is a growing Artist of the Collective, having developed several performances for this very Stage."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "Ooh, her rendition of 'O Hallifax' was superb. I wonder if she could be commissioned for another."

You say, "Including a rendition of 'O, Hallifax' performed at the Opening Ceremony."

You cast a suspicious eye about your surroundings.

You say, "You may begin."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "25000."

Raising a hand, Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "30,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "35000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "40,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "45000."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "50000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "60000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "70000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "75,000."

You say, "Hmm hmm."

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "85000."

"Wow!" Telal exclaims to Vivet!

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "90000."

You say, "I also note that Citizen Allyrianne is a trill and married to the Librarian."

You say, "Shall anyone else attempt to outbid the Magistrate?"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "95000."

You say, "Have you all suddenly become poor?"

Maellio sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Possibly, yes."

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "I have 1,446 gold, can I donate it to the auction?"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "100000."

You say, "Citizen Telal is offering her life savings."

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

Ushaara flashes Telal a joyous smile.

 

Pejat says, "Should we count percent gold offered?"

You say, "Unfortunately, we cannot."

Deep in thought, Vivet leans her cheek on her hand.

You say, "And what would the bidders have Citizen Allyrianne do?"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "A good question, I am working on the answer as my pocketbook dwindles."

You say, "The Magistrate leads with 100,000 gold."

Ioni inclines his head politely to those around him.

You say to Ioni, "Shall you attempt to outbid the Magistrate on Citizen Allyrianne?"

Ioni looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says, "I will bid 101,446 on behalf of Telal!"

Pejat flashes Ushaara a joyous smile.

Vivet's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Ollie Feyranti says, "Ushaara is deceiving us all."

You say to Ushaara, "Multiples of 500, Keeper."

  

Ollie Feyranti says, "He is not poor."

Telal giggles happily.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to you, "I thought it was increments of 500 or more, no?"

You say to Ushaara, "Incorrect."

You say to Ushaara, "Raise your bid, Keeper."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok asks, "To?"

You say to Ushaara, "I suggest 150,000."

Pejat chuckles long and heartily.

Ollie snickers softly to himself.

Ioni ponders the situation.

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "That's a lot."

Opening her mouth wide, Telal gapes in wonder.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok looks thoughtful and says, "My mental arithmetic is poor, but surely I could offer a lesser sum?"

You say to Ushaara, "Perhaps you would like a loan?"

Pejat says, "Why not 100,500."

You say, "Hmm hmm."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "105,000 then!"

You say, "Anyone who shall try to save the Keeper's bank account?"

Ushaara smirks.

Telal giggles happily.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "No, my work is done in that regard."

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "Ooh."

You say, "Then I shall bid myself, with 165,000 gold."

You nod your head at yourself.

Ushaara frowns angrily at you, shaking his fist in your direction.

You say to Ioni, "Shall you outbid me?"

Ioni ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "I don't believe so."

You analyse your surroundings with cold, detached disinterest.

You say, "Then, I announce myself as the winner."

You say, "Citizen Allyrianne has been sold for 165,000 gold to the High Exemplar."

Vivet nods solemnly.

Maerad arrives from the northeast.

Ushaara flashes Maerad a joyous smile.

You say, "Next up is Commissar Tavon of the Sentinel Company."

You say, "He is a growing combatant of the Collective, a member of the Justicars, and is able to join you in hunting."

You say, "He also wields a sword."

You nod your head sagely.

You say, "And is apparently quite old."

You say, "But do not let that sway you from bidding."

You say, "You may begin."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "I will open the bidding with 25,000 gold. If only to make sure he practises in the demiplane!"

Vivet grins mischievously at Ushaara.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "35000."

You say, "And the Primus bids 35,000 gold."

You say, "Shall anyone else attempt to outbid her?"

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "50,000 gold."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "50,000."

Ioni gives Ushaara the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

You say to Ushaara, "Too slow, Keeper."

"Heh heh heh" Pejat chuckles.

Ioni taps his fingers together and murmurs, "Excellent..."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "60,000."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "65000."

Telal tilts her head and listens intently.

You give 75,000 gold sovereigns to Telal.

You say to Telal, "There, you may bid."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "70,000."

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "Oh! 75,000."

Telal giggles happily.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "80000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to you, "Stop enabling people to outbid me!"

Ushaara frowns and shakes his fist angrily.

Telal giggles happily.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "85,000."

You say, "Alas, it seems the Primus has dashed the dreams of our young Citizen."

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

You say, "The stress has caused her to fall asleep."

Telal opens her eyes and yawns mightily.

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "Oops, it happened again."

The corners of Ushaara's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

 

Telal blushes furiously.

You say to Vivet, "Perhaps if you bid more, than the Collective will forgive your transgression."

Telal tilts her head and listens intently.

Vivet ponders the situation.

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "90,000."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "95000."

Ushaara ponders the situation.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "I believe he's now over my budget."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Ushaara, "You keep saying that, yet you keep bidding so high."

You say, "Shall anyone else be attempting to purchase the Commissar?"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to Maellio, "Well I've only won one auction so far!"

You say, "The Keeper contemplates how much debt he can withstand."

You say, "Any final bids?"

The body of Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance appears in a flash and her soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Vivet beams broadly at Irillia.

You incline your head politely to Irillia.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok asks, "What is the current bid?"

You say, "No?"

You say, "95,000."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "100,000."

Maellio inclines his head politely to Irillia.

Maellio inclines his head politely to Irillia.

Yatrius bows respectfully to Irillia.

 

Pejat gives Irillia a respectful salute.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Greetings. I trust the auction is going smoothly?"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I believe it is."

You say, "And Emeritus Windwhisper leads currently with 100,000 gold."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to Irillia, "A great success at emptying our pockets, yes!"

Telal, Cadenza Harmonia says, "It's neat!"

Irillia grins mischievously at Ushaara.

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

You say, "Perhaps it is the duty of another of the Warrior Caste to purchase the Commissar."

You say, "Final chance to bid, Citizens."

You say, "Then."

You say, "Ioni wins with 100,000 gold."

Ushaara gives up a round of applause.

Ioni smiles softly.

Ollie gives up a round of applause.

Telal cheers wildly!

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to Ioni, "Be sure to give him a good workout in the demiplane for me!"

You say, "I shall now let the Minister continue with the auction."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says to Ushaara, "That's 

exactly what I was planning to do."

Ushaara's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Primus Vivet Pavok says to Irillia, "That was the conclusion of the Commissar's auction."

Shedrin

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well, then. If I may, allow me to empty your pockets... I mean, continue the auction by beginning the bidding on the next individual."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Provost and Avatar and High Scion of Lady Isune, Zyphora Windwhisper."

Irillia coughs softly.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Hrm."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I meant to say, Provost of the Centre of Aeromantic Engineering."

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

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "This brilliant and charming lady is an aristocrat among artists and aesthetes alike, as her winning of the Seal of Beauty shows. In addition, her charm and generosity are unparalelled even among fellow Hallifaxians."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok proclaims, "50,000!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Her talents include designing, painting, conversation, hunting, and...well, I am sure many others in this room could name mo..."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Ah, very well then."

Maerad hides a grin behind her hand.

Maellio sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

You say, "100,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Do I hear 50,500 for Zyphora?"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says, "Apologies. Too eager."

Irillia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Vivet hums a happy tune.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Apparently you do."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "120,000!"

You say to Ushaara, "Oh, I see."

You say to Ushaara, "90,000 is overbudget for Tavon."

Grand Libretto Yatrius Pavok, Crystal Cavatina exclaims, "100,000 gold!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "If any of you have any gold left, I highly urge you to bid upon this lovely lady."

You say, "But not for Zyphora."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "130,000."

You say, "200,000."

Grand Libretto Yatrius Pavok, Crystal Cavatina exclaims, "126500!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says to you, "Lady Windwhisper is a Master Artist, Commissar Tavon is not!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Good heavens. I believe that must be one of the highest sums I have heard yet for a servant."

You say, "Tekora once bid a million gold on someone."

Telal giggles happily.

You say, "I think Phoebus."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer sticks out his tongue and says to Ushaara, "I am a Sealbearer of Beauty and you barely bid on me."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Ah. Well, would anyone like to continue raising Zyphora's price toward that lofty limit?"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Hmm. 250000, I suppose."

 

Keeper Ushaara Pavok exclaims to Maellio, "Hallifax has too many sealbearers of beauty, I forgot!"

Pejat smiles and says to Maellio, "You should have listed that to Minister Irillia."

The corners of Telal's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Perhaps..."

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Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "... I tend to forget."

You say, "Hmm hmm."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well, the bidding has reached 250,000 from Primus Pavok."

Pejat smiles and says to Maellio, "Then list yourself as accomplishing more than you can remember."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Would anyone like to venture an even higher bid upon the Provost?"

 

Keeper Ushaara Pavok frowns and says, "Hmm... I may have to go on a lengthy hunting trip, but 275,000."

Telal giggles happily.

Primus Vivet Pavok exclaims to Ushaara, "Yes, hunt lots!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Ah, 275,000! Zyphora will be astonished that she has fetched such a price."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Ushaara, "And take me with you, I'm beginning to stick out as one of the Lord's few non-demigods."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well. Unless I hear another bid, Zyphora Windwhisper is sold to the Keeper for 275,000 sovereigns."

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You say, "300,000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "Going once..."

Ushaara sticks his tongue out and says 'Ack.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Ah, and the Castellan sneaks in a bid! Keeper, do you wish to counter?"

Ushaara ponders the situation.

You say to Ushaara, "Perhaps, Keeper, I will give you 40,000 gold to add to your bid."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Exemplar, you seem to be slightly unfamiliar with how competitive bidding works."

You say, "No, I am quite aware."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "I believe I will have to defer to the High Exemplar."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "If only to empty his pockets for the next auction."

The corners of Irillia's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You say, "I assure you, I have more."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Excellent reasoning, Keeper."

  

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to you, "The Collective thanks you graciously for your donations."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I believe that the Exmplar is not necessarily a "play to win" sort."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Then to the High Exemplar and Castellan goes Zyphora Windwhisper for the princessly sum of 300,000 gold."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "My goodness. I do hope you all have at least a little gold left in your bank accounts, lining of your pockets, and other various containers."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "We shall find out shortly."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "For next I offer up the High Exemplar himself, Shedrin Shevat, Castellan of the Matrix Research Institute, warrior, scholar, former Magistrate, former Minister of Cultural Affairs, a man of many talents."

You say, "As a note, I also own two other individuals."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And many philosophical questions. If you enjoy thinking about definitions of various abstract concepts, this is a servant you cannot miss out on!"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "100000."

You say, "If you bid smartly, you could get three for one."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "120,000."

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "140,000."

Encouragingly, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "140,000 gold? I am sure his combat advice and training alone should merit more!"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "150000."

  

Clearing her throat softly, Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says, "175,000."

Utterly entranced, Ushaara emits a long "Ooooh."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "200000."

  

Maerad furrows her brow in thought.

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says, "225,000."

 

Maellio sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I concede."

You say, "Zyphora and Allyrianne combined were worth 465,000."

You say, "If you own me, then you get both of those as well, eh."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "250,000!"

You say, "A deal of a century."

Irillia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says, "275,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I see that has motivated some more people to join in."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says to Maerad, "Just how high are you willing to go?"

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper laughingly says to Ushaara, "Higher!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says, "Let's find out!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "300,000."

The corners of Ushaara's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Looking ever so slightly worried, Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says, "325,000."

Irillia chuckles long and heartily.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok looks thoughtful and says, "327,000."

Grinning, Pejat says, "The city builds a wonderful stage and we are immediately refilling the coffers!"

You say to Ushaara, "Not so enthusiastic now, eh?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to you, "Perhaps you should share some more of your talents, to provoke even higher bidding."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to you, "Just dreading how much hunting this will mean I will have to do."

You say, "My resume includes..."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper says, "329,000."

You say, "Being the Archmage, Force Commander, Magistrate, High Exemplar, Castellan, Minister of Culture, Librarian, Ambassador, aides to all ministires."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok frowns and says, "I think I will have to concede before I completely bankrupt myself."

You say, "I am capable of hunting."

You say, "And killing."

You say, "And being crystal."

The corners of Pejat's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "You've moved onto adjectives, Exemplar."

You say, "Being crystal is important."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Perhaps on second thought, I should have kept his list of talents to what I already listed."

Pejat says, "Perhaps he tries really hard."

You say, "I also can make gold."

You say, "As you all saw."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Well, the last bid I heard was 329,000 from Miss Maerad Windwhisper. Shall anyone outbid her?"

You say, "So perhaps you can turn a profit if you get me to work."

Vivet looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Ollie ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You say, "At minimum I can make 50,000 gold a day."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Ooh. Just think, you could recoup your investment before the end of the year."

Pejat whispers to Maellio, "Is this another exaggeration?"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I do not know."

You say, "It is not."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "It is quite possible."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "No one? Well, then, Shedrin goes to Maerad Windwhisper for a magnificent total of 329,000 gold sovereigns."

Aeromage Maerad Windwhisper whispers to Ushaara, "If it makes you feel better, Grandpa, I am going to have 592 gold left in all of the Basin after that."

Telal claps her hands together merrily.

Ushaara utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Maerad.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says to Maerad, "Shedrin almost tempted me to raise my bid!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says, "Just as well I didn't."

Maerad smiles shyly, averting her eyes.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Now, we have only two citizens remaining. I hope you do not stint on their bidding, even with the massive sums that have been flying about!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "Well I hope you get him to recoup his value!"

Shedrin

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "Next, Ollie Feyranti, the Lord Potentate of the Symphonium, offers his body and soul as a servant, if I interpret his message correctly."

Pejat chuckles long and heartily.

The corners of Telal's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Ollie shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok asks Ollie, "Are you a skilled gatherer of esteem?"

Ioni ponders Ollie thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "As a frequenter of the arena and a cunning combatant, he would surely help out anyone's chances in a fight!"

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus exclaims, "75,000!"

Ollie Feyranti says to Ushaara, "Yes!"

Ollie nods his head sagely.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says to Ioni, "Not even waiting for an answer?"

Ushaara nods his head at Ollie.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "90,000!"

Pejat exclaims, "80,000!"

Pejat chuckles long and heartily.

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "100,000."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "No answer necessary, I am aware of his influencing trips in the Undervault."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "120,000!"

Pejat gives the world a smart salute.

You say, "Hmm hmm."

Emeritus Ioni Windwhisper, Forecaster of the Arcus says, "140,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Oh, my. It seems esteem is the prompt that drives Hallifaxians to offer up their gold!"

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "160,000!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "160,000 for the Lord Potentate. Do I hear a higher bid?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well. Unless I hear another bid, Ollie goes to Keeper Ushaara Pavok for 160,000 gold."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Not a sum to be disdained, considering our citizens must surely be counting their last sovereigns at this point."

Ollie blinks.

You nod your head sagely.

Ushaara smiles happily.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "Very well! Lord Potentate, do serve the Keeper well until the end of the year."

Telal claps her hands together merrily.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "And for the last servant to be auctioned off this year, one hundred years after the refounding of our glorious Beacon of Harmony..."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "The last citizen to be auctioned off is Tisianna Windwhisper."

Ushaara smiles softly.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Sweet, gentle-natured, artistic, and charming, this lovely young trill lady is a talented paintress and designer in her own right."

You say, "75,000."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "80,000!"

Primus Vivet Pavok looks thoughtful and says, "I like how the opening bids are 

now beyond the full value of the first two."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles impishly and says, "My goodness, Keeper, you shall have all the finest painters in Hallifax at your beck and call for months."

Ushaara nods his head affirmatively.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok exclaims, "I have plans!"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "That is doubtlessly his intent."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "90000."

Maerad blinks.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "100,000."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Ah, 90,000 from... Oh, my. 100,000 from the Keeper."

You say, "I'm not sure the Keeper has that much."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Come now, does anyone else wish to bid upon the services of one of our most promising young artists?"

Ollie Feyranti says, "150 000."

Ushaara peers at Ollie unscrupulously.

Ollie Feyranti says to Ushaara, "I need a portrait."

Frowning at his dwindling gold, Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "160,000."

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Ushaara, "All for the good of the Collective, Keeper."

You say, "Surely we cannot have the Keeper own everything."

Ushaara utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Ollie.

  

Irillia nods her head at you.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok says to Ollie, "161,000."

Ollie shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Ollie Feyranti says to Ushaara, "161,500."

Ollie waggles his eyebrows suggestively at Ushaara.

You say, "Surely someone else wants to bid."

Irillia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

With finality, Keeper Ushaara Pavok says, "170,000."

Ollie Feyranti says, "Hold on. I need to consult with my financial advisor."

Chuckling, Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Lord Potentate? Have you found some extra gold in a pocket flap or two?"

Ushaara utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

The corners of Telal's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Ollie Feyranti says, "Hurry.."

 

Ollie drums his fingers impatiently.

Ollie Feyranti says, "170,500."

A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings trots in with head high, butting Ollie gently with his head.

"Ahah!" Ollie exclaims triumphantly to a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings.

A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings pats Ollie on the head with his trunk.

Nonchalantly, Primus Vivet Pavok says, "175,000."

Ollie whispers something quietly to a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings.

A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings pats Ollie on the head with his trunk.

Ioni stares implacably at Ollie.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Oh, my. And the Primus slips into the bidding unexpectedly."

Ollie Feyranti says to a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings, "I see.."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok laughingly says, "I will have to step out of this bidding war."

Ollie Feyranti says, "180,000."

You say, "And what will you do with Citizen Tisianna?"

  

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Oh, my. That mammoth must have given him some sage financial advice. Primus, are you equal to it?"

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "May as well spread the debt around a little more. 190,000."

Ollie ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Ollie tilts his head and listens intently to a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings.

A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings twitches his trunk.

Ollie Feyranti says, "250,000."

Ollie rolls his eyes at a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings.

A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings twitches his trunk.

Ollie Feyranti says to a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings, "Yes, you can have a portrait as well."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Very well. With no further bidding, I declare that Tisianna Windwhisper shall go to the Lord Potentate for 250,000 gold sovereigns."

Vivet claps her hands together merrily.

Irillia claps her hands together merrily.

Ioni gives up a round of applause.

Pejat claps his hands together merrily.

Ushaara gives up a round of applause.

 

Maerad gives up a round of applause.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Thank you all for attending and making this event so successful and profitable for all."

Maellio's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Keeper Ushaara Pavok asks, "Is there a final tally of the amount raised?"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Not only for the city's coffers, but also for the purchasers who may profit from the volunteers' talents."

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "And I would also like to thank the volunteers who have gathered here for agreeing to become indentured servants for the sake of the Collective."

Pejat smiles and says to Irillia, "Thank you for organizing everything, Minister."

Ushaara applauds Irillia heartily.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "As a total, I am delighted to announce that we have raised a total of 1,725,000 gold today through this auction!"

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Indeed, thank you Minister."

Ushaara's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Thank you all for attending."

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'ISH Lecture: Property of Bees' by Portius Windwhisper

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Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "To balance out the arts and service of the previous events, I would like to announce a more scientific and methodical lecture prepared by our own Librarian, Portius."

Keeper Ushaara Pavok smiles and says, "Some further mandatory cultural appreciation time."

Irillia nods her head in agreement.Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "I believe you will all find enjoyment, amusement, and edification in his most recent lecture on apiary studies."

   

Pejat exclaims, "Sounds wonderful!"

Minister Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "If you would like to have a seat, let us begin."

There is a shimmering flicker in the air above an ornate stage of crystal and gold, as it readies itself to replay a recorded performance of 'ISH Lectures: Properties of Bees'.

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'ISH Lectures: Properties of Bees'.

Portius walks into view, glancing out at the audience before taking his place at the speaker's podium.

Portius Windwhisper says, "I do not think I need to remind you that the glory of Hallifax is born in the mind of its scientists. As such, it is only fitting that such a significant occasion as the anniversary of our noble city's refounding should be commemorated with an educational lecture. As the Execumatrix Magnificus of the Institute and as a natural philosopher, the pleasure of hosting that lecture falls to me."

Portius Windwhisper says, "As I am a scientist, it is entirely proper for me to forego further pleasantries and move on to the lecture proper."

Portius Windwhisper claps his hands and a servant appears and presents a small box to him.

Portius Windwhisper says, "Thank you. You are dismissed."

Portius Windwhisper says, "You are no doubt wondering what this box might contain. Your minds are doubtless filled with images of strange contraptions and marvellous inventions that can bring wealth and power to Hallifax."

Portius Windwhisper says, "I am afraid that the reality of the matter is somewhat more mundane. If my assistants would be so good as to prepare the containment apparatus?"

Portius Windwhisper says, "Excellent. Now, I must ask that you all suppress any feelings of fear that might strike you when I open this box. I assure you, this is perfectly safe."

Giving the box a solid shake, Portius pulls off its lid.

A loud buzz fills the room as a small swarm of bees flies out of the box and into the air.

Portius Windwhisper says, "As I said, please suppress all feelings of fear. While it is true that the vast majority of bees are capable of stinging other creatures as a defensive mechanism, this variety has no such tools."

Portius Windwhisper says, "I have chosen to fill this hall with bees on this auspicious day because they are truly noble creatures that exemplify the virtues of the Collective."

Portius Windwhisper snatches a bee from the swarm that surrounds him, pausing in his speech to gaze at it.

Portius Windwhisper says, "They live lives of perfect order and harmony, lives of labour for the common good. They are highly productive creatures, building grand hives of wax and filling them with honey."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Of course, they are still primitive creatures. They have no capacity for higher mental functions."

Portius Windwhisper releases his bee back into the swarm.

 

Portius Windwhisper says, "Then again, neither does your average Gaudiguchi, and at least bees have managed to produce a reasonable social structure."

Portius Windwhisper says, "At any rate, all of this means that bees are fascinating creatures to study. I shall have the pleasure of giving you all an introduction to their physical and social features. May it inspire you work as hard for the Collective as they work for their hives."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Which, I should note, is not to say that all bees live in hives. Solitary varieties do exist, although their lack of a social structure denies them all of the benefits of collectisized living and as such they are less productive and more prone to predation than collectivised varieties."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Due to their clear superiority, I think it is reasonable to focus our attention on the collectivised species. If my assistants would be so good as to release the other safe specimens?"

The sound of buzzing increases in volume as more bees are allowed to fly into the hall.

Portius Windwhisper says, "Beautiful, are they not? They are sublime in their efficiency and elegant in their form. The new arrivals are also perfectly safe, if you were fearing for your health."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Now, you might not be able to tell without a close inspection, but no fewer than seven varieties of bee are in this room. Feel free to look at them more closely and try to find the physical differences if you are capable of catching any of the creatures."

Portius Windwhisper says, "All of these bees share the same general physical structure. Their body is divided into three segments, generally called the head, the thorax, and the abdomen. Six legs and a pair of wings spring from their body, as you can clearly see with even a cursory investigation."

(Hallifax): Portius says, "Greetings, comrades."

(Hallifax): You say, "Greetings, Librarian."

(Hallifax): Vivet says, "Greetings, Magnificus."

Portius Windwhisper pauses and flashes a smile at the audience.

Portius Windwhisper says, "If you would be so good as to snatch one of these creatures from the air and lightly pinch it between your fingers you shall find that it is more resistant to crushing than you might expect of such a small animal."

(Hallifax): Irillia says, "Greetings, Librarian. We are currently enjoying your lecture in the Opera Hall."

(Hallifax): Maellio says, "Tidings Librarian, we are being entertained by representations of your bees."

(Hallifax): Pejat says, "Greetings, Librarian!"

Portius Windwhisper says, "You will also note that their colouration is somewhat variable. While the shades of yellow and black that are most famously associated with the bees can be found in abundance, shades of orange and brown can also be seen."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Variation in colour is one method that can be used to classify these bees into their respective species. Behavioural traits can also be used, and if I have judged my timing correctly one such trait will soon become apparent."

A large number of bees near the ceiling begin to fly faster and faster, making close passes at each other. There are several collisions, leading to a light rain of dead and crippled bees falling to the ground.

Maerad gives a horrified gasp.

Portius Windwhisper says, "As you can see, these bees have a strong instinct to defend their territory from creatures that they recognize as rivals. They have been allowed to live in small sections of this hall for long enough to view it as their territory, but as they have not been given cause to view people as threatening and given that we are very large, they are unwilling to attack us. This would change if we were to act in a manner that they found threatening."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Scientists have noted that the various species of bee exhibit differing levels of aggression towards other creatures. We may therefore classify them according to their willingness to fight in addition to their physical traits."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Once again, I remind you that these varieties are harmless to us. However, they are capable of damaging other bees of rival hives, even without the ability to sting."

Portius Windwhisper claps his hands and several servants wheel a large vat of dark golden honey in front of his podium.

Portius Windwhisper says, "I am reasonably certain that all in attendance will recognize this substance as honey."

Portius Windwhisper says, "I am likewise reasonably certain that all of you are aware of its use as a sweetener and medicinal tool. The production of this marvellous substance is the primary reason for beekeeping among the civilised people of the Basin."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Some creatures of lower orders are known to hunt for honey, most famously bears and Gaudiguchis. However, it is through careful cultivation that such large quantities as this may be obtained."

 

Portius Windwhisper says, "I am pleased to say that both the quality and yield of honey may be improved through careful control of the plants from which the bees are permitted to harvest nectar. Hallifax is, of course, a pioneer in this technique due to the efforts of our natural scientists, even if we leave large scale honey production to the smaller villages of the Basin."

Portius Windwhisper says, "It is, after all, remarkably difficult to grow enough plants within a city to maintain substantial beekeeping operations. That is not to say that it is impossible, but it is rather inefficient and as such a poor use of our resources."

Portius Windwhisper pauses for a moment before pulling a small cup from the podium, dipping it into the honey, and drinking deeply.

Portius Windwhisper says, "The advancement of our apiary knowledge benefits us, of course, but also the bees who benefit from a superior food supply."

Sipping from his cup, Portius Windwhisper says, "That increased food supply allows the hive to grow to an unnaturally large population, as one might expect. However, the social structure of the hive will remain in its sublime form no matter how large the swarm grows. If the swarm grows to an unsustainable size, it will splinter and one fragment will migrate to a new habitat."

Portius Windwhisper says, "That social structure is one of the most fascinating things in the apiary science. It is perhaps easiest to view the social structure of bees as a simple hierarchy, although it is not entirely accurate. The animals are not so advanced as to have a sense of social superiority or inferiority."

 

Portius Windwhisper says, "Each hive includes a single breeding female, commonly called a queen. Her role is to birth more workers for the hive. A large number of drones exist to mate with her, thereby fulfilling her role."

Portius Windwhisper briefly pauses, gazing at the insects flying around him.

Portius Windwhisper says, "It is at birth, I should note, that the castes are differentiated. Bees are born in a larval state, supported by the workers until they pupate and take their mature forms. All males are destined to become drones, and a miniscule number of females will become queens in their own right."

Portius Windwhisper says, "The remainder of females will become workers and soldiers, who have roles that I believe to be self explanatory. However, I should note that not all of the species of bees have a distinct soldier caste, and that in all cases worker bees will act to defend their comrades if it is necessary to do so."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Time for an illustrative example, I think. I should like to make it clear that all of the bees that you can currently see are of the worker caste."

Portius Windwhisper once again claps his hands and several large brown birds are released from behind the curtains.

The swarm disperses at once as bees fly into any crevice that they can find.

Portius Windwhisper says, "As you can see, the first instinct of these animals is to flee into their hive, or in this case the compartments that we have constructed for them to live in. However, I think you will soon see that they will defend their hive if the threat approaches it."

As the birds approach the bees' hiding places, small swarms fly at the birds, just as they had previously flown to attack each other.

Portius Windwhisper says, "Unfortunately for the bees, they are too small to really inconvenience the birds. It is to their detriment that they have lost their stingers but not their instincts."

  

Portius Windwhisper says, "Ordinarily such bees would make their hives in places that the birds could not easily reach, leaving less hidden locations to stinging varieties. We took the liberty of creating this admittedly unlikely scenario for demonstrative purposes."

Portius Windwhisper says, "Purposes which I believe to have been fulfilled."

Portius Windwhisper claps his hands a final time and servants hurry into the room, catching the birds and some of the bees.

Portius Windwhisper says, "It will take some time to recapture all of the bees, but our wonderful containment apparatus ensures that they shall not escape us. Even if they did, these creatures live at most for a few weeks and as we have the queens within captivity, no population could establish itself within the city beyond that span of time."

Portius Windwhisper says, "I would like to thank you for coming to this lecture. I hope you have been educated, inspired, and entertained."

Portius Windwhisper bows and walks out of view as servants continue trying to catch bees.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'ISH Lectures: Properties of Bees'.

The air above an ornate stage of crystal and gold flickers one last time and clears, as the recorded performance of 'ISH Lectures: Properties of Bees' concludes.