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<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion &lt;br&gt;<br /> Race: [[Half-Elf]] &lt;br&gt;<br /> Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you &lt;br&gt;<br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[PCs:Susallia Songbird | Susallia ]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now writes freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Major works include:&lt;br&gt;<br /> Plays:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[A Divine Courtship]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> Songs:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Ode to mishlekh]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Corruption of a Virgin]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Fishing at the Port]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=26069 2007-08-20T17:01:56Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion <br /> Race: [[Half-Elf]] <br /> Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[PCs:Susallia Songbird | Susallia ]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now writes freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Major works include:&lt;br&gt;<br /> Plays:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[A Divine Courtship]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> Songs:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Ode to mishlekh]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Corruption of a Virgin]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Fishing at the Port]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=25703 2007-07-03T04:47:18Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[PCs:Susallia Songbird | Susallia ]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now writes freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Major works include:&lt;br&gt;<br /> Plays:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[A Divine Courtship]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> Songs:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Ode to mishlekh]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Corruption of a Virgin]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Fishing at the Port]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=25702 2007-07-03T04:46:52Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[PCs:Susallia Songbird | Susallia ]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now writes freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Major works include:&lt;br&gt;<br /> Plays:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[A Divine Courtship]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> Songs:&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Ode to Mishlekh]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Corruption of a Virgin]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [[Fishing at the Port]]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=25701 2007-07-03T04:46:17Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[PCs:Susallia Songbird | Susallia ]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now writes freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> Major works include:<br /> Plays:<br /> [[A Divine Courtship]]<br /> Songs:<br /> [[Ode to Mishlekh]]<br /> [[Corruption of a Virgin]]<br /> [[Fishing at the Port]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=A_Divine_Courtship&diff=25700 2007-07-03T04:42:55Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>A Divine Courtship<br /> A play written by Rabiah Endymion-Irofin<br /> Commissioned by the Church of Cha'reth to commemorate the restoration of the Avariel.<br /> Reviewed: Filled with many inaccuracies, the play was nevertheless well received by the attendees.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Starring: Elong as Mishlekh, Jarriston as Cha'Reth, Eric as Forian, and Raen as Berryn among many other fine actors<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> Monologue: The war is over. Nanshi and human no longer hack each other to bits in their brutal struggle over land they think belongs to them. In the subsequent peace an old elf lies wounded. His brother a priest of Dru'el is faced with the choice, let his brother die, or give his own life that his brother might live. Defying the Cycle he chooses the latter. Yet when his choice is made O'Ma and Mikon meet him before he rejoins the Cycle and invite him to join the pantheon. Here he brings his mortal love of healing into the divine circles and ascends to divinity as the god Cha'reth.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Act I-The Ascension of Cha'reth &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Present: Toran, Dru’el, Forian, Berryn, Mishlekh, Gorethar, Dre’Ana''&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> '''Forian''': Dre’Ana for the last time I had no idea that she was one of your priestesses. I was only interested in her for her looks, not her religious affiliation.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn and Dru’el chuckle''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': Anyways after we were done she barely remembered you so it’s not like she could have been that devout in the first place.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’Ana''': Pig!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': Oh come now, tell me that you haven’t once been tempted to go to Toran Shaada to see if baby Toran’s little dragon-men aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Toran''' ''bristling with outrage'': You really should take things more seriously Forian, you give divinity a bad name with your lusty irreverent disorderly behaviour and if I hear…&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''' ''cutting Toran off'': Oh you’re still angry about that joke I played on old Kuras aren’t you? I can’t help it if I convinced him that the proper spelling of his name was Ura Largass for five years. Or if I convinced your high priest there that you’d prefer a statue in the temple where you’re holding a pie menacingly and not that sword of yours. You really should pick followers with larger brains. How many generations did they call you the great pie throwing one? ''Chuckles''&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Toran moves at Forian threatening but is held back by Gorethar''&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Fanfare breaks the conversation…Mikon enters with Cha’reth at his heals a lull surrounds the participants''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mikon''' ''in a loud commanding voice'': Hearken all! From Arborea to the seven hells. Having passed the test in life and in death.; with the hand of immortality willing to give all that he possessed; forsaking life to give it to another we have this day raised an elf to our ranks. With healing in his wings and the power of life and death in his touch I present to you Cha’reth Sunheart.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth steps forward and is quickly embraced by Dru’el''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': My lord I am not worthy of such a greeting.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dru’el''' ''laughing'': In life I was your Lord my dear friend, here I am your brother.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Saddling up to Berryn Forian says loudly''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': Shame Dagath didn’t make it I don’t suppose he’s quite gotten over the shock of having someone who (in exaggerated tones) “cheated the Cycle” raised to the status of an equal.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth blushes at that and looks around for support from the other gods present''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dru’el''' ''laughing'': Oh don’t pay attention to him Cha’reth, Forian’s a lying, lascivious, lecher of a libertine.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''' ''obviously impressed'': Oh Dru’el why do you compliment me so, still your alliteration is quite nice when you want it to be.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Dru’el, Berryn, and Mishlekh laugh while the other gods glare at Forian, Mikon only shakes his head''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''' ''looking around the room'': Well I can tell when I’m not wanted. Welcome to Arborea Cha’reth you will enjoy the brotherhood of the gods immensely I’m sure. Just be careful with the wine here it’ll make you do things that you normally wouldn’t, which isn’t good with divine powers.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''' ''smiling wickedly at Forian'': Well that explains you I suppose.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''' ''laughing'': A good wit on this one Mikon, you picked one out well this time and you didn’t even have to father him.<br /> ''Forian exits laughing''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mikon''': Please forgive him we don’t usually invite him to these affairs but there are some among us who find him funny ''looks at Berryn''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Even you have to admit Mikon it was quite funny when he convinced Balgar that his tale was part of a Malekian plot to hold back the wemics…''laughing'' the image of Balgar spinning in circles trying to catch it will always be one of my favorites.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''All gods but Gorethar and Toran laugh''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mikon''': Well you know Dru’el as well don’t you Cha’reth? ''Cha’reth nods'' Well this is Berryn, Mishlekh, Dre’ana, Toran, and Gorethar.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth smiles at them all with his eyes lingering on Mishlekh slightly longer than the rest. Berryn snickers slightly and Cha’reth quickly turns his attention to Toran and Gorethar who are standing stoically alone''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': So you’re Toran and Gorethar are you?&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''The two gods exchange looks''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Toran''': That’s Lord Toran and Lord Gorethar young one, and yes we are.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Oh good I was hoping to meet you later but since you’re here I might as well address this now.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Gorethar''': Aye laddey? What can we do fer ya?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Well it’s about your worshippers actually ''The eyebrows of both gods rise simultaneously indignant''. They’re all so stuffy and condescending. Is there any way you can get them to loosen up a bit? ''Toran and Gorethar’s jaws both drop while the other gods grin'' That is to say I even had my bags searched and half of my alchemical agents confiscated the last time I was in Kuras.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Oh they consider mellowsmoke an alchemical agent now? Seems like just yesterday when people smoked it only for pleasure.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mishlekh, Dru’el, and Dre’Ana laugh''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Toran''' ''putting his finger under Cha’reth’s chin he sputters'': How…how…d…d..dd..ddaa…dare you tell ~me~ how to…to…to…order my followers.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Gorethar''': An outrage, an outrage. The audacity of youths these days! No respect fer their elders I tell ya.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mikon''' ''pulling Toran away'': There there To…he just doesn’t understand yet. Why don’t you two go and check on Senath? I think he’s plotting something you wouldn’t like.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''With a glowering look at Cha’reth both Gorethar and Toran sweep out of the room''&lt;br&gt;<br /> Cha’reth (confused): Did I say something wrong?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mikon''': Well yes lad you're new at this so I’ll tell you now, don’t go correcting other gods about how they’re followers behave, it’s considered the height of rudeness. In particular don’t go telling those ~two~ to correct their followers. That’s like telling Verossa that she looks lovely when the sun’s out…it just never ends well.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''The gods begin splitting off and talking amongst themselves, Berryn finds her way over to Cha’reth''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': She’s pretty isn’t she?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Who’s that?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''' ''laughing'': You know who I’m talking about silly, Mishlekh. You like her don’t you.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth blushes''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Well maybe a little.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Well you know how to impress her? Start giving her gifts, she’s the god of wine and enjoys the pleasureful things of life.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': The elven elders always told me that Mishlekh was an elf.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Maybe she was and maybe she wasn’t. I think she prefers speaking in elvish though.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Oh really? Could you show me how to make some wine? It was never an area of strength for me and I think I might need some.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''' ''grinning'': Fen my young Nanshi. Let me show you to the winery.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Exit''<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Act II-Awkward courtship &lt;br&gt;<br /> Scene I&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn and Cha’reth are bent over an alchemy table''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Are you sure it seems to me that we should add more yeast?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Bah we’re making wine here not squishins…trust me I know what I’m doing.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn pours what looks like a bag of sugar into a small pot, while Cha’reth looks on with a growing look of concern''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Isn’t that too much?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Perfect. ''Stops pouring'' I’m sure Mishlekh likes her wines sugary, in fact I remember seeing her add sugar to the last batch of wine I made.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''' ''looking somewhat relieved'': Well good I hope she likes it, how long do we let it age?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''' ''sounding befuddled'': Age? No, wine is best young and fresh and sugary. ''Pours wine into a bottle'' After all the more you let it age the more likely it is to turn, best to drink it right away.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Well that makes sense, what else should I bring her, should I dress up?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': No, no, you look fine.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Enter Mishlekh walking and talking with Dre’ana''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Oh there she is. Quick bring her a glass. ''Pours a glass of wine for Mishlekh and shoves it into Cha’reth’s hand. The wine spills down the front of Cha’reth’s robes.''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': AUGHH…My robes.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Oh don’t worry about Mishlekh always has wine stains on her clothes here let me refill that ''Pours in more wine and pushes Cha’reth to cross the room and talk to Mishlekh, which he does hesitantly''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': You know there are times I want to bring him to my Maiden’s tower and give them godlike powers and some hot oil to punish him with!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': ''chuckles'' You know Forian would just enjoy that too much. &lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': ''shaking her head'' He is a sick bastard, I don’t understand why we let him come and visit us up here. His natural place is sulking down in the underdark with Maleki and that plotting git Valok.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': ''notices Cha’reth approach and shushes Dre’ana'': Quiet, don’t speak ill of others in front of the newbie.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mishlekh smiles at Cha’reth as he approaches''<br /> So how are you getting on young one?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''stuttering'' F..f…fine&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': ''cutting in'' Finally someone knows how to greet their elders ''grabs the glass of wine from Cha’reth and downs it in one gulp''.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''' ''looking obviously flustered'': Bu…bu…but that was…&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': Swill! That’s what that was. Damn boy you’re supposed to remove the skins before you bottle the wine! And who’d you have in mind to drink that in the first place? A two year old who can’t hold his milk? There was enough sugar in there to bake several dozen cakes.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': Oh it couldn’t have been that bad Dre? ''Eyes the skins in the glass dubiously''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': Well I suppose if I was mortal and had a sore throat it would have been soothing.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Oh I…well…um…I am a healer after all; I must have had that in the back of my mind when I was brewing it.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': ''looks at Dre’ana with a look of amusement'' Of course dear, I’m sure that’s it.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''desperate to change the subject says to Mishlekh'' I thought you were an elf!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': ''Shakes head'' Now you’re in for it boy.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': ''frustrated'' Is that damnable rumor still floating around down there! Let me explain this to ~you~ since evidently I have to explain this to everyone, ''pulls on her ears'' see no points, means I’m not an elf. ''Pulls Cha’reth’s ears'' see pointy ears means you’re an elf!&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Dre’ana chuckles while Cha’reth looks terrified''<br /> '''Dre’ana''': How did that rumor start anyways Mishlekh? You seduce a priest of O’ma’s in mortality and he had to make himself feel better by saying it was an elf-maiden that wore him to exhaustion?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''' ''snorts derisively, Cha’reth just rubs his ears'': I’m not you Dre’ana. No, it all started when an elf dared suggest that I couldn’t make wine as well as the elves could.&lt;br&gt; <br /> '''Dre’ana''': ''grins at Cha’reth'' The audacity!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': I know. Well I challenged him to a judged wine tasting competition. His of course tasted like…''looks at Cha’reth'' well, swill compared to the fragrant strawberry wine I brewed. Afterwards he was so incensed that he started spreading the rumor that I was an elf, because no mere human, much less a Romini could brew such fine wine.<br /> ''Glaring at Cha’reth'' So now you know the truth!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': I…I…I…&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': ''helpfully'' have a stuttering problem?&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth flees''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': That might have been a bit mean.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': Oh loosen up Mishlekh, he needs to get a thicker skin if he’s going to have success gaining followers.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': ''Looks the direction Cha’reth fled'' Perhaps, but still I shouldn’t have scolded him like that. ''Looking back at Dre’ana'' Was his wine really that bad?&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Dre’ana laughs, both exit''&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Scene II&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn and Forian sitting on a couch, Cha’reth pacing up and down nervously''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''frantic'' What a disaster, what a disaster!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': What happened lad? You look more agitated than a hive of hornets.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''trying to soothe Cha’reth'' It can’t have been that bad lad, what happened?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''shouting'' SHE PULLED MY EARS!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''guffawing'' You didn’t tell her you thought she was an elf did you?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Oh dear oh dear, I suppose I should have nipped that one in the bud from the beginning.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': YOU BOTH KNEW?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': It’s not like you asked me lad…and dear Berryn tends to forget things like that…you’ve got to remember she can’t even see above an elf’s knees she’s so short.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''playfully punches Forian in the shoulder'' Hey I’m right here!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': What am I going to do?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Now, now lad calm down. What did she think of the wine, did she like that at least?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''bursts into laughter'' You had Berryn help you make wine to impress the goddess of wine? Oh dear gods you are a hoot!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''looks at Forian dubiously'' Well that’s one of the fortunate things.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''brightening'' Oh she liked it?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Hardly. Dre’ana took it and drank it before I could give it to her.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': That ice queen was there too? Oh you have the Negerai’s own luck.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''Crinkles nose'' Well I’d hardly say that, but at least she drank it. You didn’t even filter out the grape skins Berryn!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Oh yes that’s the best part, it gives you something to chew once you’re done with the main body of wine!&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth and Forian both gape at Berryn''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': What?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''shakes head'' Let me help you boy, I know exactly what Mishlekh wants.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''looks at him skeptically'' No offense Forian, but I’ve heard you’re hardly trustworthy.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''laughs'' I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard Toran say that too me.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''loosens up'' I suppose you’re right. What’s your idea?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': Follow me.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Exit all three''&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Act III-Redemption and love &lt;br&gt;<br /> Scene I&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn and Forian sitting at a table sipping ale''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Thank you for helping him Forian, I guess I should admit that I’m not the greatest wine making person in the world. At least with your help Cha’reth stands a chance at winning over Mishlekh.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''chuckles'' You’d think so wouldn’t you? But I highly doubt it.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''looking at Forian suspiciously'' What did you do?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''innocently'' Why do you always suspect me of doing something?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': Because you always do! And whenever you get that look it’s something that’s going to hurt others.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''impish grin'' My lady I see you know my nature, but you must believe that I never do these things to hurt others…it’s mostly for my entertainment that I do them, and lest I remind you, you usually end up laughing about them too.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn glares''<br /> '''Forian''' ''sighing overdramatically'': Okay fine. I might have accidentally convinced Cha’reth that Mishlekh really loved other types of alcohol.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''eyes widening'' You didn’t?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''innocently'' You never know when she might have a craving for an ale Berryn? Who are we to deny her?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''shouting'' YOU IDIOT. She pummeled you when you poured ale down her throat while she slept through Gorethar’s lecture on the nature of order in ant societies.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''laughing'' Oh yeah I’d forgotten about that…maybe she liked the taste of that so much that she’ll be happy when Cha’reth presents her with his new “Better than any wine” ale.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''groans'' You had him name the bottle?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''chuckles'' Shh here he comes.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''enter Cha’reth shoulders hunched and looking disheveled''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''glaring at Forian'' You mischievous bastard!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''innocently'' Me? Oh my dear lad, I’m not mischievous, I’m entertaining!&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''looking honestly contrite'' Oh Cha’reth I’m so sorry. What happened?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''despondent'' Well do you mean before or after she had Toran lecture me for ten hours about the proper order of courtship?&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Berryn and Forian both cringe''&lt;br&gt;<br /> That after having Dre’ana chase me around Arborea for five hours with a cloud of stinging insects?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''thoughtfully'' Stinging insects? The ice queen is clever in her punishments.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''glares at Forian'' I’m beginning to think that you’re not really interested in helping me so much as in entertaining yourself.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''feigning innocence'' Oh certainly not my pointy eared friend…well okay maybe a little, but if you remember I admitted as much just a second ago. ''hand on heart as if swearing an oath'' But I promise not to do it anymore.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''sighs'' Forget it Forian, I’m sure there’s another goddess out there willing to love a misfit like me. I fear my love for Mishlekh will remain unrequited.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''sudden popping noise and a haggard Ptah appears with a suave looking Kelvos holding onto his arm''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': ''grinning'' Thanks for the ride old friend, people down there can laud gnomish ingenuity all they want but there’s no travel quite like Ptah travel.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Ptah''': Stupid dandy! ''disappears with a pop''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': Kelvos what a pleasant surprised ''looks utterly displeased and unsurprised''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': ''grins and plays with hair'' Hello again Kelvos.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': ''rolls eyes'' Hi Forian, Berryn. So did I hear that someone was having love problems up here ''looks around a little impressed''. I don’t usually work for gods but Mikon did make that special travel exception for me up here for love issues. There are such nice things here.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': Bah…I despise those travel rules, if I followed those I’d never get to torment Dre’ana&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Or me…how nice that would be.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': Ah yes a Forian caused love dilemma…you do leave quite a trail of those behind you old friend.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': It’s an art, but now that you’re here I suppose my work here is done. ''stands and lifts Berryn by her hand'' Come my dear let’s go have a walk, I think I saw Dagath, Clangeddin, and Gorethar debating which of them had primacy among the dwarves. We could have fun with that.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Berryn''': You do realize Gorethar is my father don’t you?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Forian''': ''grins'' And I’m sure he’s proud of the company you keep.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Forian and Berryn exit''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': ''shaking head'' I’ll never understand those two. So you’re Cha’reth eh lad? Sorry I wasn’t there for your accession…I had some business to deal with involving a love stricken ogress in M’Chek. Sad situation, she was engaged to marry an ogre when she found out that he wasn’t what he pretended to be.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Oh was he not a full blood ogre?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': No much worse, he was a librarian. Of course she tore his throat out when she found out, but she was still very upset. Now what’s your problem lad?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''shudders at ogre story'' Well basically Mishlekh no more notices me than Balgar notices fleas.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': ''chuckles'' Of which he’s got several million undoubtedly. And I’m guessing that dimwit and dumbbell had you try to woo her with drink?&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Cha’reth nods''<br /> '''Kelvos''': ''laughs'' Well that would figure. Let me give you two pieces of advise. Number one, never try to impress the goddess of wine with your skills in brewing, you will always fail.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''' ''laughs bitterly'': Yes I’ve learned that&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': Number two: You will only ever win her over by being yourself.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': By being myself?&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Kelvos''': Yes, think about your strengths. Now where’d my Ptah-chariot go? ''claps'' Ptah! Time to go, I’ve got a love sick dracon to meet in Kuras…sad story she thinks that she’ll be able to win one of the sprites of O’ma that works in the temple there.<br /> ''Ptah reappears'' Good luck healer and remember to be yourself.&lt;br&gt; <br /> ''Exit Ptah and Kelvos''&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Scene II&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Queen Adathi kneels before a private altar to Cha’reth. Cha’reth, Dru’el and Mikon stand unseen by the queen on the edge of the scene''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Adathi''': ''praying'' Oh blessed Cha’reth, in mercy thou hast given us hope and rebirth. The curse of foul Angadar is broken by thy craft. With joy I present myself before thee, whole and reborn. Last and now first of the Avariel queens. Blessed be thy name among my people for all time…&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dru’el''': Well my boy I knew that you would account yourself well here and now you have repaired a great evil in the land.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Adathi''': …Though the fire of hateful wrath rent our people from the clouds, now thy healing touch lifts us to heights previously unknown…&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': You know it’s funny. When I was raised to the courts above I think I forgot my life beneath. I forgot the simple joy of the healers touch, I forgot what brought me to that point in the first place, but here today, I think I finally understand that divinity does not and cannot exist without mortality.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mikon''': ''sagely'' There is great wisdom in that Cha’reth. You have today shown the healers touch on a divine scale. Greater in fact than any I’d thought possible to be perfectly frank.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Adathi''': …Bless the healers hand oh knitter of bone, endow them with a healing soul my peace-giver, grant to them the sight to see beyond the wounds of flesh and bone that in-spite of mortal wounds they may wield with power thy comforting heart …&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''enter Dre’ana and Mishlekh''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': So it’s true. Dagath said that the Cycle was now restored, but he’s always saying that.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''smiling and looking remarkably at ease'' Indeed it is restored. The avariel can come out of hiding, and retake their place ''frowns'' though at the cost of their flight. But it was impossible without that sacrifice.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Adathi''': …For by your hand oh Cha’reth Restorer, a people are saved and reborn. Into thy hand my God I commit my soul, and the protection of my land and people for all time. Small though this sacrifice may be, it is all I have…may it be a testament to my people’s gratitude and our everlasting devotion to thee. ''bows to the altar again''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': It’s odd…in all my years as deity, no prayer have I received so heart felt.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Dre’ana''': That’s because your adherents are usually to drunk to string six words together dear.&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Mishlekh ignores Dre’ana and approaches Cha’reth''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': I fear that I misjudged you Cha’reth. You are no man’s fool.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': Oh I am a fool my lady. A fool who forgot his greatest gift for a time and allowed others to dictate who he was.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Mishlekh''': A failing all have sometimes I fear, still I shouldn’t have pulled your ears ''blushes''.&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Cha’reth''': ''offering Mishlekh his arm and leading the gods out'' Oh of course you should, didn’t you know that’s why elves have pointy ears, so they can be pulled?&lt;br&gt;<br /> ''Exit gods laughing''&lt;br&gt;<br /> '''Adathi''': ''turning to the audience'' And so it was that while in despair of love the prayers of a fallen people reached the ears of the youngest of the gods. Finding solace and strength his divinity and with the hands of healing Cha’reth lifted the curse from off my people, and in so doing won the love of the fairest of the gods.&lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> '''END'''<br /> <br /> [[Category:Plays]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Fishing_at_the_Port&diff=25699 2007-07-03T03:52:32Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Fishing at the Port<br /> by Rabiah Endymion-Irofin<br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> Where can I find for that love of mine,&lt;br&gt;<br /> A goat that swims like Ferrell eels,&lt;br&gt;<br /> A bottle that sadly has no wine,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Or a bucket of fresh apple peels?&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Where can I shop for specialty hops,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Or steins filled with brews long stale,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Drinks and draughts that make minds pop,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Except for those forbidden ales.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Where can one work on a patch of worn dirt,&lt;br&gt;<br /> To find the well made flask for a potion of love,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Or for Alphonse that sexy half mail shirt,&lt;br&gt;<br /> That makes his belly jiggle with the slightest shove.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Where is the store that sells all the more,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Of idols, bottles, and bows that are short,&lt;br&gt;<br /> The answer for this is not with a whore,&lt;br&gt;<br /> But down at the shore at Eridanus’ Port.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category: Songs]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Ode_to_mishlekh&diff=25698 2007-07-03T03:50:48Z

<p>Vercongetorix: An Ode To Mishlekh</p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Songs]]<br /> Ode to Mishlekh<br /> by Rabiah Endymion-Irofin<br /> ----<br /> In praise of all that’s good,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Here you united do we stand,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We raise our bottles to you,&lt;br&gt;<br /> For the sake of vine and land,&lt;br&gt;<br /> To Mishlekh, To Mishlekh, To Mishlekh ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> To you oh wise and great,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Grower of the blessed vine,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Stomper of the ripened grape,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We raise our bottles in praises fine,&lt;br&gt;<br /> To Wine, To Wine, To Wine. ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Enrapturing smokes with odors quaint,&lt;br&gt;<br /> In halls with joyous colors burst,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Making all sorrow and memory faint,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Juice purple and strong quenching Thirst.&lt;br&gt;<br /> We Drink, We Smoke, We Drink. ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> For all who know the joy,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Of our intoxicating drink,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We give you praise and thanks,&lt;br&gt;<br /> And unto you we sing&lt;br&gt;<br /> Amen, Amen, Amen. ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category: Songs]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Category:Songs&diff=25697 2007-07-03T03:44:56Z

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Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Category:Songs&diff=25696 2007-07-03T03:44:35Z

<p>Vercongetorix: An Ode to Mishlekh</p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Songs]]<br /> Ode to Mishlekh<br /> ----<br /> In praise of all that’s good,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Here you united do we stand,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We raise our bottles to you,&lt;br&gt;<br /> For the sake of vine and land,&lt;br&gt;<br /> To Mishlekh, To Mishlekh, To Mishlekh ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> To you oh wise and great,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Grower of the blessed vine,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Stomper of the ripened grape,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We raise our bottles in praises fine,&lt;br&gt;<br /> To Wine, To Wine, To Wine. ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Enrapturing smokes with odors quaint,&lt;br&gt;<br /> In halls with joyous colors burst,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Making all sorrow and memory faint,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Juice purple and strong quenching Thirst.&lt;br&gt;<br /> We Drink, We Smoke, We Drink. ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> For all who know the joy,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Of our intoxicating drink,&lt;br&gt;<br /> We give you praise and thanks,&lt;br&gt;<br /> And unto you we sing&lt;br&gt;<br /> Amen, Amen, Amen. ((Drinks))&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category: Songs]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=19610 2006-07-31T02:40:21Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[PCs:Susallia Songbird | Susallia ]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now writes freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Corruption_of_a_Virgin&diff=20089 2006-07-08T02:32:13Z

<p>Vercongetorix: /* Corruption of a Virgin */</p> <hr /> <div>===Corruption of a Virgin===<br /> <br /> &lt;i&gt;by Rabiah Endymion-Irofin&lt;/i&gt;<br /> <br /> Did you know?&lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard &lt;br&gt;<br /> Of a girl’s dream of her wedding day? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> For years in mirrors I stared, &lt;br&gt;<br /> A lass dreaming of putting on white, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Yearning for the gallant brave man, &lt;br&gt;<br /> A man on white horse who I could call knight &lt;br&gt;<br /> A man who’d love me, and save me, and &lt;br&gt;<br /> Who’d one day in love take my hand. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard &lt;br&gt;<br /> Of a woman’s joy at being given a ring? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> All I wanted was a simple stone, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Cut by a jewelers master hand, &lt;br&gt;<br /> That would scatter light blue and red, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Inlayed in a simple platinum band, &lt;br&gt;<br /> And in the end you know it’s true, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Diamonds alone on my hand would do. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> About the joys of the wedding bed? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Perhaps not timidly did I enter, &lt;br&gt;<br /> In virgin white pure and chaste, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Into the halls of my wedding chamber,&lt;br&gt; <br /> My naked husband there to face. &lt;br&gt;<br /> With joy and pain, my maidenhood was lost, &lt;br&gt;<br /> So soon? Did I think, for only a minute did it cost. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> What you learn after your wedding night? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Two weeks have past since the blessed day, &lt;br&gt;<br /> And I have learned something to my hearts great gladness, &lt;br&gt;<br /> That thing that my mother told me a wife must endure, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Now fills me with a passionate madness, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Now I find the minutes stretch to hour after hour, &lt;br&gt;<br /> The only problem I have is my husband’s staying power. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> That dessert is not just part of a meal? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> I learned this one night when lying in bed, &lt;br&gt;<br /> A hunger from sex made me go fill my dish &lt;br&gt;<br /> Fruit and crème and honey back to bed did I take, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Quickly I realized I’d granted my husband a wish, &lt;br&gt;<br /> For that which I spilled off my naked flesh he ate, &lt;br&gt;<br /> My breasts were his flagons and my belly his plate. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Not to craft in the nude? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> I stood at the table crafting as usual, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Chopping and cutting the things I had gathered, &lt;br&gt;<br /> When the candles flickered out and the fire extinguished, &lt;br&gt;<br /> I looked to my husband and saw that he’d lathered, &lt;br&gt;<br /> His manhood aglow with irridiscent green, &lt;br&gt;<br /> From the glowmoss I’d gathered down by the stream. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Of chocolate and sex? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Some say that it’s better than sex, &lt;br&gt;<br /> That brown sweet wonderful treat, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Yet those who do, must not have learned, &lt;br&gt;<br /> That chocolate will melt at low heat, &lt;br&gt;<br /> And when it is melted I know what to dip, &lt;br&gt;<br /> The trouble is getting it all in my lips. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> My husband’s a bad boy? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> It’s true I avow with solemn heart and a heavy hand, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Often punished for his missteps I must take a strap, &lt;br&gt;<br /> My pour naughty little man’s correction, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Comes with a sturdy whip’s hard fast whap, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Some told me that the whip for taming was good,&lt;br&gt; <br /> Best if my husband first gets strapped to the wood.&lt;br&gt; <br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Have you heard? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Of the maiden’s tower delights? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> I told my poor lover the truth of it all, &lt;br&gt;<br /> I realized this morning something that he had to know &lt;br&gt;<br /> Something that for his sake we must try, &lt;br&gt;<br /> If just two is outstanding than to more we must go, &lt;br&gt;<br /> And meet them in toga, and leather, and lace, &lt;br&gt;<br /> And together in multiples we’ll all join an embrace. &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Did you know? &lt;br&gt;<br /> Can you tell? &lt;br&gt;<br /> What happened to the maiden fair? &lt;br&gt;<br /> &lt;br&gt;<br /> Looking back on it now it all comes clear, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Like the sun breaking through the misty morn, &lt;br&gt;<br /> I think back on the innocence of my chaste past &lt;br&gt;<br /> That was instilled in me from the day I was born, &lt;br&gt;<br /> And I cannot help but realize the change that’s occurred, &lt;br&gt;<br /> I just hope that my mother’s not heard.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Songs]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=12364 2006-06-12T22:58:31Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[Susallia Songbird]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> Since her marriage her song and poetry has taken a decidedly disturbing shift. She now rights freely and openly about sex, and takes pleasure in making her audience uncomfortable with the subject matter of her songs. She has also joined the Keepers with her husband. Officially her reasoning is that the undead stink and so shouldn't be allowed to walk the face of Avlis. Unofficially she just wants to keep an eye on her husband to make sure no one steals him from her.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:_Artros&diff=18609 2006-04-24T20:53:43Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Artros Forbeis<br /> <br /> Sex: Male<br /> <br /> Race: [[Human]]<br /> <br /> Job: Cleric of [[Mikon]], Emissary of [[Osannia]]<br /> <br /> Residence: [[Kuras | The City of Kuras]]<br /> <br /> Born on the frontier between [[M'Chek]] and [[T%27Nanshi | T'Nanshi]], Artros was orphaned by hostilities of elves toward his defenseless family and the other settlers. Hiding in a hay loft he heard the screams of his mother as she was murdered. To this day he awakes at night with the screams echoing in his head.<br /> <br /> Fleeing the hay loft Artros wandered into the woods hiding from the elves that had killed his kin. After several days without food he collapsed and would have been lost to history if a group of Romini hadn't picked him up, fed him, and raised him as their own. After many years he grew, still festering his emmense hatred of elves, and learned the skills of tracking and hunting. Ignoring the preaching of his adopted parents about the virtues of [[Mikon]], Artros began living a baudy life filled with hard wine and his constant failed attempts to woo women.<br /> <br /> After several years in the wilderness he heard of the fame of the great [[Kuras | city of Kuras]]. Finding his way there he quickly began to use his bow in defense of his newly adopted city. Over time he learned to overcome his hatred of elves, his addiction to hard liquors, and found solace for his wounds in the [[Mikon | Lord Mikon]].<br /> <br /> Sadly his years serving balance in Kuras have worn on him. Recently he has retaken the bottle to calm himself. Yet more and more he wonders if he couldn't better serve Lord Mikon by aiding the forces of chaos, both goblin and insurgent operating in the city.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Artros]]<br /> [[Category:KurasPCs|Artros]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=12363 2006-04-24T20:51:56Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[Susallia Songbird]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and recently wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=11297 2006-04-16T12:01:50Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[Susallia Songbird]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[PCs:Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and will soon wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=11092 2006-04-16T12:01:04Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: [[Half-Elf]] Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in [[Kuras]]. Her father abandoned his position in the [[M'Chek]] army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to [[Elysia]] to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to [[Elysia]] after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to [[Le%27Or_T%27Nanshi | Le'Or]] with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]] became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of [[Kuras]]. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of [[Mishlekh]], from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of [[O'Ma|O'ma]], finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that [[Kuras]] was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to [[Mikona]].<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[Susallia Songbird]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[Raen | Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[PCs:Alphonse_Irofin | Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and will soon wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Endymion]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=11054 2006-04-14T22:09:32Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: Half-Elf Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in Kuras. Her father abandoned his position in the M'Chek army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to Elysia to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to Elysia after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to Le'Or with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of O'ma became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of Kuras. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of Mishlekh, from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of O'ma, finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that Kuras was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to Mikona.<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. Susallia Songbird one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to Mikona's Finest and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met Raen who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named Alphonse Irofin. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and will soon wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Rabiah_Endymion&diff=11053 2006-04-14T22:06:04Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Rabiah Endymion Race: Half-Elf Age: If you say she looks 30 she'll knife you<br /> <br /> Description: White Hair, Green Eyes, Tall for her kind and very lithe<br /> <br /> History: The youngest child of Adalea Silvermoon and Michael Endymion, her childhood and upbringing define the quirks of her personality more than anything else. She was born and raised in Kuras. Her father abandoned his position in the M'Chek army when he met Adalea. Fearing the recrimination on both sides if they discovered, they fled to Elysia to seek refuge among the many half-elves and half-nymphs that resided there. There Adalea gave birth to two baby boys and the family found a modicum of success and happiness. Their confort was shortlived however. What Michael had failed to realize when he married his young bride, although older than him in real years, was a young adolescent among her kind. Her family tracked them to Elysia after several years. There they were told that the babies and Adalea were to return to Le'Or with Adalea's father and brothers and Michael was never to see them again. Using the best of his military training, Michael spirited away his small family and pregnant wife in the middle of the night. Making their way north they arrived in Kuras shortly before Rabiah's birth.<br /> <br /> As refuges from a war few new anything about in the great city of the Imperium, the family found little in the way of comfort or support. The temple of O'ma became their haven for many months, and it was there that young Rabiah was born. After several months the mine offered Michael work and Adalea found several Patrician families wanting their children to learn elvish. Eventually they established a quiet and peaceful life. Michael working long hours to provide for their children and their mother making every piece of gold stretch as far as she could. The children oblivious to the strain on their parents were given the life and education rivalling that of any patrician. In time they realized their parents relative poverty and came to resent the silver spoon that so many of their peers were born with.<br /> <br /> During her formative years the family took in a Romini woman who was doing some research on the ancient history of the Romini and the founding of Kuras. This woman also taught young Rabiah the ways of religion, and introduced her into the worship of Mishlekh, from whose worship Rabiah has not turned. Religiously the rest of the family continued to visit the temple of O'ma, finding the authoritarian hand of the many Toranites in the city oppressive. <br /> <br /> After some unpleasantness with one of her patrician born peers in which Rabiah was obviously the guilty party she decided that Kuras was not for her. After much begging a caravan agreed to take her south. Eventually making her way to Mikona.<br /> <br /> It wasn't long there that she met three individuals who changed her life. [[Susallia Songbird]] one day saw her singing at Fort Kragg. Impressed enough to take an interest, she brought Rabiah to [[Mikona's Finest]] and instructed her a bit in the ways of the bard. Soon she met [[Raen]] who booked her for the next MMM at the Port Hole where she's been a regular ever since. These two women introduced her into the world of music and art that she had longed to join since the time she was a child.<br /> <br /> Yet neither of them had as much affect on her life and art as a dwarf named [[Alphonse Irofin]]. From their first meeting an unlikely affection grew between them. In time they realized that they were destined for each other and will soon wed at the foot of Mt. Balinor.</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Mishlekh&diff=10680 2006-04-02T16:48:01Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>[[Category:Deity]]<br /> [[Category:Intermediate_Gods]]<br /> &lt;center&gt;{{IntermediateGods}}&lt;/center&gt;<br /> ----<br /> [[Image:Mishlekh_small.jpg|right|150px]]<br /> '''Colors:''' Merlot red and champagne gold<br /> <br /> '''Alignment:''' [[Alignment#Chaotic_Good|Chaotic Good]]<br /> <br /> '''Worshippers' Alignment:''' Chaotic Good<br /> <br /> '''Area of Control:''' Wine<br /> <br /> '''Clerical Domains:''' Animal, Earth, Plant<br /> <br /> <br /> Originally, it was thought that '''Mishlekh''' was a famous elven wine-maker who lived nearly two thousand years ago, and ascended to godhood through the grace of Dru'El for her service to elvenkind. However, it is now generally accepted as fact that Mishlekh was a Romini woman, whose fame grew among her own kind first, and then later spread to the elves.<br /> <br /> Mishlekh is still highly regarded by the Romini as the goddess who perfected the secrets of wine-making, and is now charged with the task of being the guardian of vineyards and the bringer of the grape harvest. Both the Romini and Elven followers of Mishlekh have carried her worship to all surface areas of Avlis, where she is now generally thought of as the goddess of Wine and all of the aspects of wine-making.<br /> <br /> In warmer parts of the continent, her worship is rigorous. There is a new grape crop every season, made up of different grape sub-species. Almost any vineyard or winery acts as a temple to Mishlekh, where her priests are charged with the task of producing the wine for all who would buy it. Some of these priests are travelling wine merchants, though they are often not openly introduced as holy men or women. More often than not, they do not flaunt their worship, and are simply happy to peddle wine to the far corners of the continent. Generally the organization of the church follows the structure of a winery, where the newly recruited initiates are pickers and growers. Working up the loose ranks, there are managers, administrators, and on the side, merchants. The hierarchy is not strict. It is just enough to efficiently grow and distribute wine, and to spread the appreciation of it wherever they can.<br /> <br /> The elven followers of Mishlekh often have very different fermentation techniques than their Romini counterparts, or any other later races who have taken up the manufacturing of wine under Mishlekh's guidance. These differences are celebrated, not belittled, however. Mishlekh is considered to be very tolerant of anything that is not ale.<br /> <br /> A shrine to Mishlekh can be found in [[Le'Or T'Nanshi]] as well as a temple in [[Visimontium]].</div>

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<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Artros Forbeis<br /> <br /> Sex: Male<br /> <br /> Race: Human<br /> <br /> Job: Cleric of Mikon, Emissary of Osannia<br /> <br /> Residence: The City of Kuras<br /> <br /> Born on the frontier between M'Chek and T'Nanshi, Artros was orphaned by hostilities of elves toward his defenseless family and the other settlers. Hiding in a hay loft he heard the screams of his mother as she was murdered. To this day he awakes at night with the screams echoing in his head.<br /> <br /> Fleeing the hay loft Artros wandered into the woods hiding from the elves that had killed his kin. After several days without food he collapsed and would have been lost to history if a group of Romini hadn't picked him up, fed him, and raised him as their own. After many years he grew, still festering his emmense hatred of elves, and learned the skills of tracking and hunting. Ignoring the preaching of his adopted parents about the virtues of Mikon, Artros began living a baudy life filled with hard wine and his constant failed attempts to woo women.<br /> <br /> After several years in the wilderness he heard of the fame of the great city of Kuras. Finding his way there he quickly began to use his bow in defense of his newly adopted city. Over time he learned to overcome his hatred of elves, his addiction to hard liquors, and found solace for his wounds in the Lord Mikon.<br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Artros]]<br /> [[Category:KurasPCs|Artros]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=KurasPCs:_Artros&diff=18611 2006-02-04T05:04:06Z

<p>Vercongetorix: KurasPCs: Artros moved to PCs: Artros</p> <hr /> <div>#REDIRECT [[PCs: Artros]]<br /> </div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Category_talk:KurasPCs&diff=5168 2006-02-04T05:03:46Z

<p>Vercongetorix: Category talk:KurasPCs moved to KurasPCs: Artros</p> <hr /> <div>#REDIRECT [[KurasPCs: Artros]]<br /> </div>

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<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> Name: Artros Forbeis<br /> <br /> Sex: Male<br /> <br /> Race: Human<br /> <br /> Job: Cleric of Mikon, Emissary of Osannia<br /> <br /> Residence: The City of Kuras<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Artros]]<br /> [[Category:KurasPCs|Artros]]</div>

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<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>== Headline text ==<br /> Name: Artros Forbeis<br /> <br /> Sex: Male<br /> <br /> Race: Human<br /> <br /> Job: Cleric of Mikon, Emissary of Osannia<br /> <br /> Residence: The City of Kuras<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Artros]]<br /> [[Category:KurasPCs|Artros]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:_Artros&diff=4960 2006-02-04T04:59:31Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Artros Forbeis<br /> <br /> Sex: Male<br /> <br /> Race: Human<br /> <br /> Job: Cleric of Mikon, Emissary of Osannia<br /> <br /> Residence: The City of Kuras<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Artros]]<br /> [[Category:A|Artros]]</div>

Vercongetorix https://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:_Artros&diff=4958 2006-02-04T04:59:04Z

<p>Vercongetorix: </p> <hr /> <div>Name: Artros Forbeis<br /> <br /> Sex: Male<br /> <br /> Race: Human<br /> <br /> Job: Cleric of Mikon, Emissary of Osannia<br /> <br /> Residence: The City of Kuras<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:PCs|Artros]]<br /> [[Category:KurasPCs|Artros]]</div>

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