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52161"Ravel, you are *not* ugly..."
52162"Tchhh! Do you think I care for such truths?! A hex on inner beauty, no matter how long it may last the flesh. Think you ugly am I...?"
52163"Ravel, you are *not* ugly..."
52164"Ravel, you are *not* ugly..."
52165"Ravel, you are *not* ugly..."
52166"So they are, but they are not YOUR answer. Tchhhh! I withdraw the question, o discreet one. No more shall we speak on this."
52167"Oh... uh, I had some other questions..."
52168"Yet ugly I need *not* be, pretty thing. My shape is but water to my will, and I may re-weave its fibers to a more pleasing tapestry..." Ravel glances at Fall-from-Grace, then smiles and licks her lips. "Yes..."
52169"Ravel, what..."
52170Ravel has... melted into Fall-from-Grace, taking on her demeanor, her features, her clothes... "Is this shape more pleasing?" Ravel smiles, her teeth now a brilliant, perfect white, the lips with just a *hint* of red. "So cultured and breathtaking?" She motions you to come closer. "Come, my precious man, *my* lips do not burn with Abyssal torments. Lay your lips upon mine."
52171"Very well..."
52172"No, Ravel."
52173"No, Ravel."
52174"Ravel, stop these games... I have neither time nor patience for them. Resume your form."
52175"Ravel, stop these games... I have neither time nor patience for them. Resume your form."
52176You touch your lips to Ravel's. Despite her new form, her lips are dry, like sand, and as your lips touch, you feel a sharp pin-prick, like kissing a row of barbed seeds. You draw back, licking the blood from your lips. Ravel mirrors your gesture, made even more horrifying in her new form. A drop of your blood remains on the edge of her mouth, and she smiles evilly.
52177"You... bit me."
52178"You... bit me."
52179"You... bit me."
52180"You... bit me."
52181"You... bit me."
52182"And you bit me, so long ago, 'twas not a kiss then, but a bite to the heart..." Ravel smiles. "Do not be surprised, my precious man. There is no harm done... except, mayhap, to the ones you travel with." She chuckles lightly, and you suddenly become aware of Grace's gaze upon you; outwardly, she seems composed, but you have a strange feeling something has *changed* between the two of you.
52183"Resume your normal shape, Ravel."
52184"And you bit me, so long ago, 'twas not a kiss then, but a bite to the heart..." Ravel smiles. "Do not be surprised, my precious man. There is no harm done... except, mayhap, to the ones you travel with." She chuckles lightly, and you suddenly become aware of Annah's gaze upon you - her eyes are wide, and her heart is beating rapidly.
52185"Resume your normal shape, Ravel."
52186"And you bit me, so long ago, 'twas not a kiss then, but a bite to the heart..." Ravel smiles. "Do not be surprised, my precious man. There is no harm done... except, mayhap, to the ones you travel with." She chuckles lightly, and you suddenly become aware of Grace's and Annah's gaze upon you; outwardly, Grace seems composed, but you have a strange feeling something has *changed* between the two of you. Annah's eyes have narrowed to slits and her tail is flicking dangerously back and forth.
52187"Resume your normal shape, Ravel."
52188"And you bit me, so long ago, 'twas not a kiss then, but a bite to the heart..." Ravel smiles. "Do not be surprised, my precious man. There is no harm done... except, mayhap, to the ones you travel with." She chuckles lightly, and you suddenly become aware of Annah's gaze upon you; her eyes are wide, and her heart is beating rapidly. Grace, on the other hand, is watching Annah with a curious expression.
52189"Resume your normal shape, Ravel."
52191"Ugly I need not be, pretty thing. My shape is but water to my will, and I may re-weave its fibers to a more pleasing tapestry..." Ravel glances at Annah, who stiffens as Ravel's gaze pins her. Ravel smiles as she sees Annah's fear, then licks her lips. "Yes..."
52192"Ravel, what..."
52193Ravel has... melted into Annah's shape, taking on her demeanor, her features, her leather vest... "Is it the rough-edged woman that you crave, the one for whom age has not yet tempered her passions?" Annah's... Ravel's... tail flicks, as if in anticipation. "Come, caress my lips with your own, and I shall please you."
52194"Very well..."
52195"No, Ravel."
52196"Ravel, stop these games... I have neither time nor patience for them. Resume your form."
52197"Mayhap... is it the rougher woman that you crave, the one of passionate fire?" Ravel glances at Annah, who stiffens as Ravel's gaze pins her. "Mayhap it is HER that whets your appetite..."
52198"Ravel, stop this. I've no more time for your g-"
52199Wait, see what happens...
52200"Ugly I need not be, pretty thing. My shape is but water to my will, and I may re-weave its fibers to a more pleasing tapestry." Ravel smiles at you, and her form begins to unravel...
52201"What do you m-"
52202Ravel has... melted into the shape of a comely young woman - EVERYTHING about her has changed: her demeanor, her features, her clothing... "Is it a softer, younger woman you crave, one for whom age has not yet left its mark?" She smiles, her lips a ruby red... inviting. "Come, caress my lips with your own, and I shall please you."
52203"Very well..."
52204"No, Ravel."
52205"Ravel, stop these games... I have neither time nor patience for them. Resume your form."
52206You blink, and Ravel has *twisted* back into her original form. "A difficult man to please are you! Pah! And wonder do they why there are no males of our kind!"
52207"What other shapes can you... *have* you turned yourself into?"
52208"Enough... I had some other questions..."
52209"Maybe some, Mebbeth none." Ravel seems confused by the question. "I've not a-membered such, I've neen, I-vene, Ei-Vene, mayhap? Neither smarta nor Marta... so many threads and branchings, so many Ravels... always stitching and mending and growing are my forms."
52210"Mebbeth? You were Mebbeth?"
52211"Mebbeth? You were Mebbeth? But... she's dead."
52212"You were Ei-Vene? In the Mortuary?"
52213"You were Ei-Vene? In the Mortuary? But... she's dead."
52214"You were that barmy seamstress in the Buried Village? Marta?"
52215"You were that barmy seamstress in the Buried Village? Marta? But... she's dead."
52216"Uh... I see. I had some other questions..."
52217"That may have been one of my names... yes?" Ravel looks more confused, her black-veined eyes becoming misty. "Names are *difficult* to remember..." Her voice becomes faint. "Like calling across a great distance..."
52218"Mebbeth was kind to me and helped me, Ravel. That means YOU helped me. I thank you."
52219"In her own way, Ei-Vene helped me, Ravel. That means YOU helped me. I thank you."
52220"Marta was barmy, Ravel, but she was not unkind and not unhelpful. If you were her, then you mean me no harm. I thank you."
52221"Why did you help me, Ravel?"
52222"I... see. I had other questions for you..."
52223Ravel blinks... "Yes... in the dead-book that one is. No more may I draw upon her strength..."
52224"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52225"I had some other questions..."
52226Almost unconsciously, Ravel's hand reaches out for you, and just for a moment, you swear they are Ei-Vene's talons...
52227Step back.
52228Stand your ground...
52229You step back, and Ravel blinks, then mutters to herself. "Dum zomfie... dum zomfie..."
52230"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52231"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52232Ravel's left hand plucks a hair from her head, hooks it around her talons, and lightning-like, she jabs another talon into the skin near one of your scars. It's barely more than a pin-prick, but it looks like she's about to start stitching you up.
52233Let her work.
52234It turns out that Ravel was Ei-Vene, the strange tiefling I encountered in the Mortuary. When I confronted her on it, Ravel seemed to become Ei-Vene for a short time and "stitched" up my wounds, making me tougher.
52235As it was with Ei-Vene, the sensation is curiously painless, but the thread and stitching seems to be going much deeper, almost INSIDE you, without actually going beyond the surface of the skin. In moments, Ravel's talons draw back, and you feel... better, stronger. Ravel mutters in Ei-Vene's voice: "Dum zomfie..."
52236"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52237"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52238As you say her name, Ravel's face seems to *shift*... her blue skin sags, until she's wearing the same sour, curd-faced expression you saw on Marta's face. "C'mon, now... don't be all-difficult on Marta..." She raises the talon of her index finger like a scalpel and advances upon you. "False, nasty, corpse."
52239Step back.
52240Stand your ground...
52241You step back, and Ravel blinks, then mutters to herself; her features *shift* back to Ravel's... but her expression is still dazed, as if she is having trouble orienting herself. "Nasty corpse, eh, Marta...? yes, Marta, he is..."
52242"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52243"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52245Ravel's filthy talon jabs into your abdomen, then pulls it brutally downwards in a saw-like motion... but there is no pain. You watch as your skin peels slowly back from her touch -no blood issues from the wound. "Look at this, Marta... look at this..."
52246Let her work.
52247Ravel's free hand digs into your chest, where she loops your intestines up like yarn, and *plucks* them from your stomach... as she does, your stomach seals up, as if time was going backwards. Marta... Ravel... holds up your intestines like a trophy. "Pretty, pretty, eh, Marta...? One shouldn't swallow such a thing, no, no..."
52248"Uh... can I have those back, please? I might need them later."
52249She hands you the ropy mass... despite the freshness, the fluids surrounding your intestines have dried like resin. It feels more like a loop of glazed... rope.
52250"Uh... thanks. I'll treasure this always."
52251It turns out that Ravel was Marta, that barmy seamstress I encountered in the Buried Village. When I confronted her on it, Ravel seemed to become Marta for a short time and plucked out my intestines... which she told me would serve me as a talisman of great power. All I know is that there seems to be tons of people that keep reaching into my body and pulling out things that aren't MEANT to be pulled out, and getting away with it.
52252Marta... Ravel... nods slowly. "As well he should, shouldn't he, Marta? Yes... yes, he should, Marta. Powerful magic to be found in the guts of an immortal, yes... not like teethies... or eyes..."
52253"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52254"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52255As you mention Mebbeth, all the color seems to bleed out of Ravel's face until she is gray and ashen - literally. It's like the color just... vanished. "And who might ye be, hmmmnnn? Does yer path bring you back to Ol' Mebbeth's door, child...?"
52256"Yes, it does... Mebbeth... I, uh, came to learn more of the Art. Can you teach me any more?"
52257"Not this time... what other shapes have you turned yourself into, Ravel?"
52258"Pah! I am but a midwife, child, such power as the Art commands is much beyond me..."
52259"I... don't think so. I think you may have more to teach me than you may realize. Much more."
52260Then comes the question like an echo: "Ye want to learn the Art, ye do? *Why* do ye want to learn such things?"
52261Echo: "Because I just want to know."
52262Echo: "Because I may need it to solve the mystery of who I am."
52263Echo: "Because I need power."
52264"My reasons are my own."
52265Ravel... Mebbeth... scoffs. "Not a child's grammar book this is, not a Guvner's set of laws... it's the *Art,* child. I'll teach ye, but ye've got ta keep a clear head about ye..." She leans in close. "Listen..."
52266Listen...
52267"No, I don't think I wish to learn what you have to tell me... perhaps some other time."
52268It turns out that Ravel was Mebbeth, the kindly midwife I met in Ragpicker's Square. When I confronted her on it, Ravel seemed to become Mebbeth for a short time and told me something... something I cannot even recall, but I feel as if she peeled back my senses to the planes, making me more *aware* of my surroundings.
52269After a moment, Ravel... Mebbeth... nods. "The Art may help, it may not, and ye must not rely on it ta solve all o' yer problems." She sighs. "Child, it's most like only going to add another chip to yer pile o' questions..." She leans in close. "But if ye'd know, then listen..."
52270Listen...
52271"No, I don't think I wish to learn what you have to tell me... perhaps some other time."
52272"Pah! An ill-desire, fer the ladder of the Art will always remind ye that there's another rung jist above ye, and there's a bunch of people and things that'll be on it, too. There'll always be someone better, and they'll learn *ye* if ye crave too much." She leans in close. "But if ye'd know, then listen..."
52273Listen...
52274"No, I don't think I wish to learn what you have to tell me... perhaps some other time."
52275Mebbeth... Ravel... whispered something, and you feel *different,* changed somehow. She told you something horrible, something about how the planes work, but your mind has shut out her words, and you cannot recall them. Just thinking about them sets your heart pounding... Ravel told you something you're not sure *anyone* was ever meant to know. She is watching you, studying you.
52276"Wh-What... what other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52277"I... I... have other questions for you, Ravel."
52278"That so? Well, iffen yer reasons are yer own, then my *knowledge* is my own. I won't teach one who hides hisself from the teacher... only... evil... comes... from such a path." Mebbeth... Ravel... blinks, as if trying to reorient herself.
52279"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52280"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52281"I cannot help BUT help you, my precious man... and that will always be true, no matter how many Ravels there be... on this, they will agree."
52282"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52283"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52284"I tried to help a Lady and a-kindly she did not take to it."
52285"What do you mean?"
52286"What do you mean?"
52287"Never mind. I had some other questions..."
52288"I tried to help a Lady and a-kindly she did not take to it."
52289"My offering of help was unwelcome. I *tried* to set her FREE; Sigil is the CAGE, a City of Doors and Locks, is a prison for her. It must be, mustn't it be? Why else call the city of Sigil 'the Cage'? And who is caged? The Lady! A prison so small for one so great. Unjustness, wrongness, intolerable to torment a woman thusly!"
52290"My offering of help was unwelcome. I *tried* to set her FREE; Sigil is the CAGE, a City of Doors and Locks, is a prison for her. It must be, mustn't it be? Why else call the city of Sigil 'the Cage'? And who is caged? The Lady! A prison so small for one so great. Unjustness, wrongness, intolerable to torment a woman thusly!"
52291"I... see."
52292"Never mind. I had some other questions..."
52293"I tried to break the Cage, let the Lady go free." She makes a shooing motion, her expression becoming pained as she scatters invisible birds. "Shoo, shoo, o pained woman, let Sigil's ring be broken so you might fly far from its filthy streets and the stupid dabus that dare not speak in words for fear their thoughts would be overheard!" Ravel's hands slowly stop their 'shooing' motion, and she gives a slow sigh.
52294"Go on..."
52295"I see. I had some other questions..."
52296"Before I could finish, I a-found myself here, and my memories none the better for the trip... much has slipped away, much forgotten, yes it was... is? Was?" Ravel smiles with her yellowed teeth. "The dwindling of memory has become a comfort to these old bones. Much have I forgotten... I am fortunate in that I still remember you."
52297"Ravel, but... WHY did you try to free the *Lady of Pain* from Sigil?"
52298"I see. I had other some questions for you..."
52299It turns out that Ravel was mazed for trying to free the Lady of Pain from Sigil... was that such a crime? Still, the best of intentions... Ravel said she simply could not bear anyone being caged or imprisoned.
52300Ravel's voice drops, almost reprimanding. "I resent anyone, even a power, being imprisoned and think that all, everyone ...whether stones, shores or quiet bladed ladies... should be FREE. Some have said more fool, I. Why risk such a thing, they said?"
52301"I agree. I would have let the Lady lie in her cage."
52302"I think you did the right thing trying to set her free, Ravel."
52303Lie: "I... think you did the right thing trying to set her free, Ravel."
52304"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52305"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52306"There are some things I cannot bear, and no apologies will I make, my precious half-man - yet... when I cannot let matters well enough alone... many are the lives and dreams that are a-left in pieces on the ground. If I had let you be, mayhap much better would your life be..."
52307"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52308"Mayhap. I have other questions for you, Ravel..."
52309"I'm glad that we share a like mind and view like-minded on this matter. Yet... when I cannot let matters well enough alone... it seems to mine eyes that many are the lives and dreams that are a-left in pieces on the ground."
52310"At least you tried, Ravel, and I see no fault in your intentions."
52311"So you are at fault, Ravel? At least you *tried* where others would have lacked the courage. I see no fault in your intentions - in fact, I see only strength."
52312"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52313"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52314"I have other questions for you, Ravel..."
52315"Tchhh. So *someone* does."
52316"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52317"Is that what you were trying to do when I met you so long ago? Were you trying to set me free?"
52318"I have other questions for you, Ravel..."
52319Ravel stares at you in silence for a moment, then she cackles to herself. "Such honeyed words! How have I MISSED you, my precious half-man! You sing so sweetly, stone would give up its blood for you!"
52320"There is no harm in speaking the truth. I have other questions for you, Ravel..."
52321"Quite possibly, possibly quite. Life's chains and fear-of-death may have gripped too-tightly on the man I new... knew? Knew then, hmmmm-hmmmm?" Ravel picks at one of her jagged gray hairs, wrapping it around her finger. "No liking for chains and cages does Ravel have..."
52322"Ah, so I was caged somehow? Or chained? It sounds to me as if your memory is stirring, Ravel..."
52323"Yess..." Ravel blinks for a moment, and her black-veined eyes become duller, as if she has been struck with a heavy weapon. Her talon tightens around the gray hair, so tightly it looks like she is about to tear it from her skull. "Mayhap... you were a-trapped? But it was no normal cage that held you..."
52324"Do you have any idea *what* held me?"
52325Ravel thinks I may have been caged or imprisoned when I came to her so long ago... but she couldn't remember exactly. She said something about a promise of some sort, then she tore one of the hairs from her head and told me to take it in place of an answer.
52326Ravel looks confused, and her face *twists,* as if she is fighting an unpleasant thought. "I have forgotten... mayhap a promise...? No, no..." Her finger tightens around the gray hair, and to your surprise, there is a *snap* like a twig breaking, and Ravel tears the hair from her head. A trickle of black blood worms from beneath her skull cap, and she hisses in anger.
52327"Ravel...? Are you all right?"
52328"No MORE will I say..." Ravel's face wrinkles in pain, the talon covered with the blood-tipped gray hair - even plucked from her head, it looks jagged and stiff. "I do not know, and no knowing shall I share!" She stares down at the gray hair wrapped around her talon, and then she hisses, and flicks it to you. "Take this, and leave the past where it lies, half-man!"
52329"Very well, Ravel; then there is nothing more to be said on the matter. I had some other questions..."
52330Ravel gestures around her. "Once a maze of lifeless stone it was, featureless, but a small black seed was wound in my hair when I came to this place, and it grew strong amongst the stone, flourishing, flourishing, until it ran thick throughout the maze like the unraveling hair of a crone... and so this maze of another becomes MY garden."
52331"I had some other questions for you, Ravel..."
52332"Never mind, farewell."
52333"No, let me think about it. Farewell."
52334"Well... What exactly do ye want training in?"
52335"Can you tell me if I am ready for more instruction?"
52336"Can you tell me if I am ready for more instruction?"
52338"Nothing right now. I'll come back later."
52339"Ya know all that I can teach ya for now... come back after ye've experienced the world a bit more."
52340"Very well, thank you."
52341"I think I could teach ya a bit more."
52342"I'm ready, what can you teach me?"
52343"What ya be wantin' ta learn?"
52344"Teach me to fight with my fists."
52345"Teach me how to use daggers."
52346"Teach me how to use clubs."
52347"Teach me how to use axes."
52348"Teach me how to use hammers."
52349"I'm not up to training today. I'll come back later."
52350"Ye've exceeded my abilities. Ye're the best fighter I've ever seen... perhaps one of the best ever to walk the planes."
52351"Thank you, farewell."
52352"Fists, eh? Well... I can teach ye if ye want."
52353"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52354"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52355"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52356"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52357"Daggers, eh? Well... I can teach ye if ye want."
52358"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52359"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52361"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52362"Clubs, eh? Well... I can teach ye if ye want."
52363"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52364"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52365"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52366"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52367"Axes, eh? Well... I can teach ye if ye want."
52368"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52369"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52370"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52371"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52372"Hammers, eh? Well... I can teach ye if ye want."
52373"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52374"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52375"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52376"Yes, I'd like to learn to use this weapon."
52377"Well, here we go... ye ready?"
52378"Yes..."
52379"Heh... well, that's it I guess. Now what?"
52380"Thank you. I'd like to learn other weapons, if you would teach me."
52381"Thank you. I'd like to learn other weapons, if you would teach me."
52382"Thank you. That's all I want to know today."
52383"Well... nothing more I can teach ye right now. Not unless ye've devoted yer whole life to bein' a warrior. Ye've got to *specialize* in bein' a warrior if ye want to get better. Ye've not got that devotion t' the fightin' craft. Only when ye've turned yer body into a weapon can ye learn more from me."
52384"All right. What other weapons can you teach me?"
52385"Thank you. Farewell."
52386"Yes..."
52387"Yes..."
52388"This is not something I normally do. However, show me what you know and I'll give you some pointers." He watches you carefully as you demonstrate what you know. At several points he stops you and shows you ways to improve upon your skills. Within a few hours' time you think you feel comfortable with your abilities as a mage.
52389"Thank you. I must be going now. Farewell."
52390"No, let me think about it for a while. Farewell."
52391"Show me what you know and I'll give you some pointers." He watches you carefully as you demonstrate what you know. At several points he stops you and shows you ways to improve upon your skills. Within a few hours' time you think you feel comfortable with your abilities as a thief.
52392"Thank you, Lenny."
52393You have drawn the Lady's disfavor, perhaps for the final time. It is suggested you save in a different slot, for overwriting this save game may put your quest in danger.
52394test
52395Time
52396TSR Logo
52397Interplay Logo
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52399Opening
52400You have drawn the Lady's disfavor for the final time. Overwriting your last quicksave is not advisable.
52401Cure Light Wounds This spell heals 1 to 8 hit points.
52402This scrap of skin has been peeled from the back of your left forearm. Its scarred, gray surface reminds you of a zombie's hide; it feels more like a piece of cured leather than a strip of skin.
52403Prick your left index finger, and inscribe a regret on the scrap of flesh with your blood...
52404Ravel frowns disapprovingly, her bluish skin twisting like a rag. "Does Ravel know the *Art?!* Is your mind gone a-way of the mortality, a thing all up-and-lost?! I have forgotten more of the Art than *you* shall..." She jabs you with one of her talons. "Ever." She jabs you again. "Know."
52405"Can you teach me some of the Art, then?"
52406"Can you teach me some of the Art, then?"
52407"Never mind, then. I had some other questions..."
52408Ravel narrows her black-veined eyes, studying you. "Mayhap I could be persuaded by one such as you... though any other would NOT have such a chance, nor the boon I offer. Are you a rudimentary student in the arts or am I facing a tried-true-and-tired... attired? A-tired master?"
52409"I am but a rudimentary student."
52410"I am but a rudimentary student, beautiful Ravel."
52411"A master in the arts."
52412"A master in the arts, beautiful Ravel."
52413"I really couldn't say... I seem to be alternately complimented and ridiculed for my efforts."
52414"Perhaps I could receive teaching another time. I had some other questions..."
52415Ravel snorts. "Ha! I will not be a-sharing my knowledge with none but a TRUE practitioner and no other, and nothing will bend me on this, not even you."
52416"Beautiful Ravel, I ask only that you teach some of your ways... I ask nothing more than a glimpse into the vast well of knowledge that you no doubt possess."
52417"Very well, then. I had some other questions..."
52418"Flatterer... and yet your words warm me." Ravel's voice changes, alternating in pitch, like someone plucking a stringed instrument. "Much have I learned tending this garden. Charms and incantations, distilled from the barbs..." She begins to hum slightly to herself. "...rhyming, swaying ways of the consonants constants and motions that bring the briars to your aid... listen, the branches will speak of it."
52419Close your eyes, listen.
52420Close your eyes, listen.
52421Close your eyes, listen.
52422Close your eyes, listen.
52423Close your eyes, listen.
52424"Very well..." Ravel's voice changes, alternating in pitch, like someone plucking a stringed instrument. "Much have I learned tending this garden. Charms and incantations, distilled from the barbs..." She begins to hum slightly to herself. "...rhyming, swaying ways of the consonants constants and motions that bring the briars to your aid... listen, the branches will speak of it."
52425Close your eyes, listen.
52426Close your eyes, listen.
52427Close your eyes, listen.
52428Close your eyes, listen.
52429Close your eyes, listen.
52430As you close your eyes and listen, a tremor passes through you, as if barbed snakes were burrowing beneath your flesh. When your eyes open, within your palm is a strange, black-barbed seed. You have no idea how it got there. Ravel is watching you carefully. "Take the seed. Learn from it."
52431"Very well... I had other questions for you, Ravel."
52432As you close your eyes and listen, a great trembling passes through you, as if dozens of barbed snakes were burrowing beneath your flesh. When your eyes open, within your palm are several strange, black-barbed seeds. You have no idea how it got there. Ravel is watching you carefully. "Take the seeds. Learn from them."
52433"Very well... I had other questions for you, Ravel."
52434"Very well... I had other questions for you, Ravel."
52435As you close your eyes and listen, a great trembling passes through you, as if dozens of barbed snakes were burrowing beneath your flesh. Just when you think the pain is more than you can bear, you suddenly, instinctively, begin humming, the same tune that Ravel did... and the pain ebbs. In the distance of the maze you can hear the clicking of the tree creatures, as if responding to your call.
52436Continue to hum.
52437Ravel watches you with a curious light in her black-veined eyes. "Such *power*..." She gives a soft hiss, as if in wonder, and her lips peel back in a smile. "It a-touches all that hear it. You are powerful, my precious man, so powerful... one day even the planes may bend to your will..."
52438"I do not wish such a thing, Ravel. There are many who would walk that path, but not I."
52439"The day the planes bend to me is not long in coming, Ravel. The more of my memories return, so shall my power grow until none shall stop me."
52440Ravel nods, then nods at your hand, which to your surprise, holds a number of black-barbed seeds. "Take those seeds. Use them as you will... and to this, I grant an additional boon." She plucks a hair from her head and takes a handful of the seeds, places them in her palm, then crushes them. A small trail of blackish blood runs from her hand, but when she opens it, there is no wound... only a necklace of black-barbs, woven around a lock of Ravel's gray hair. "Take this; it is *of* me, and it will serve you well."
52441Take the seeds and the strange barbed charm.
52442Ravel taught me some of the Art, and in the process, I tapped into the surroundings of her black-barbed maze, so much so that the tree creatures, the Trigits, answered me when I called them. Ravel was impressed, and she gave me an additional charm and told me that there was a secret space within the maze I might reach if I kept the black-barbed seeds with me.
52443Kitla
52444"Save those seeds, precious man... use not all of them, for they may prove more useful in *other* places in this maze... but if powerful you are, these places you will find."
52445"Very well... I had other questions for you, Ravel."
52446"You are one who creeps along the middle path when speaking to others, I see. Such a path lacks conviction..." Ravel scrunches her eyes as she stares at you. "I'd a-guess you are a fledgling mage, but you have a branching of potential that has yet to grow. I'll give you this... shhhh... close your eyes, listen..."
52447Close your eyes, listen.
52448"Hold..." Ravel's voice drops to a low hiss, like that of a serpent. "The most important question you have YET to ask, my precious man. Has it occurred to you yet?"
52449"No... what question are you speaking of?"
52450"Yes... I need to know how to leave this place. Do you know the answer to this question?"
52451"Yes... I need to know how to leave this place. Do you know the answer to this question?"
52452"'Ravel, do you know how to leave this beautiful garden of yours,' must you ask - ask this, will you?" She prompts you with one of her talons, her bloody eyes gleaming. "Go on, go on."
52453"Ravel... how do I leave this beautiful garden of yours?"
52454"I know the branchings of this place, the twistings and bendings and burrowings. Though there are no leaves here, one may take their leave when they wish it."
52455"So you DO know how to leave?"
52456"Wrap your hands about you like branches, make them encircle your chest like a cage. Step from the edge of the maze into the darkness, and into another cage your body shall go - a simple leaving, but there is NO return when that final step is taken, so TAKE heed and TAKE what you need before you take the step."
52457"Which of the edges of the maze do I leave by?"
52458"Which, a question posed to the witch... which? One of the edges knows, not I. The remembering of which has failed me, and the edges of the maze have had little to say on the matter."
52459"You've known how to leave? All this time? Then... why don't you leave?"
52460"Why stay when one can leave is your question to me?" Ravel breaks into a crooked smile, displaying a row of fangs. "I turn the question upon its head and send it a-scurrying back to you. The answer lies not in the staying or leaving, but in the causes and reasons, my precious half-man."
52461"Don't you *want* to leave?"
52462"It is *a* want, a once-want, but not a now-want, and more and more a not, naught, knotted-want. What do I need that lies beyond my brambled walls? It is a cruel, jagged world beyond the edges of this maze, and Ravel has pulled *enough* of its shards from her skin."
52463"You have done me a great service, beautiful Ravel. Thank you for hearing my request and sharing your knowledge with me."
52464"Very well... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52465"Very well... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52466Ravel gives a crooked smile, all tusks, and then gives a soft cackle. "Ah... it is *I* who thanks you, my precious man. Long has it been since such sweet flattery has been brought to this maze... I wish to grant you a boon, my songbird."
52467"No boon is necessary, beautiful Ravel."
52468"A boon? I would gladly accept any gifts you wish to give."
52469"Your protestations have no place here, songbird. Shhh... I would tell you a secret..."
52470"At the risk of repeating myself, please: no boon is necessary, beautiful Ravel."
52471"Very well..."
52472"Very well..." Ravel hisses softly, as if disappointed. "No gifts shall I give this day..."
52473"Very well... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52474"Very well... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52475"Then listen to me... close your eyes, and I shall let you see the nature of the multiverse..."
52476Close your eyes and listen...
52477Close your eyes and listen...
52478Close your eyes and listen...
52479You close your eyes, and as you do, you feel a sharp, stabbing pain in your right eye. Your eye... *one* of your eyes... opens... and you see Ravel before you, her blood-red eyes gleaming with delight; one of her talons is extended, and is tipped with your blood... and an eyeball. Yours.
52480"What... did... you... do...?"
52481"A boon I have granted, songbird. A twist of perception, a tap into the branches of the mind, a tap into the roots of Ravel's knowing have I granted you... a piece of me..." She takes the eyeball, and you watch in disgust as she pulls forth a black seed and places them both in her left palm. With a grotesque smile, she crushes the two of them with a sickening *crunch.* "Ahh..."
52482"Give... it back..."
52483"Of course, precious man..." Ravel opens her palm and your eye lies there, seemingly untouched, staring at you. She places it between her thumb and forefinger, then before you can react, she stabs it into your empty eye socket.
52484"Erhhkkkk..."
52485In response to my flattery, Ravel plucked out my right eye, crushed a black-barbed seed into it, then jabbed it back into my bloody eye socket. I now see things a little differently... it's as if I'm seeing the planes through Ravel's perspective as well as my own. Of course, this experience has also taught me that I'm going to be really careful about who I flatter from now on, especially if they're within stabbing distance.
52486"A piece of me lies in your good eye, precious man. When you see the planes through that eye, you will understand MORE than you once did... wiser you will be, and more experience of the planes and their turnings will you understand... and that is all."
52487"Very well... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52488"Very well... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52489As you are about to utter your farewell, you suddenly feel a crawling sensation in your skull - and you notice that Ravel's black-veined eyes have taken on a strange, predatory fire.
52490"You're not going to let me leave, are you Ravel?"
52491"Uh... thank you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
52492"A perceptive question - yet it not the real question." Ravel's voice takes on a strange whisper - very sad, that sends a faint echo through your mind. "The question is do you *wish* to leave me, half-man?"
52493"Fair Ravel, you helped me when I came to you so long ago, and you have done so again. I shall not forget what you have done. But now I must leave - I have to know more about myself."
52494"I have to. It's important that I find out all I can about myself, and there is much more I need to know."
52495"I do not wish to be trapped here in this place, Ravel. It is your home, not mine."
52496"I do not want to be trapped in this maze. Do I intend to leave? Yes."
52497"Ah... so you say..." Ravel's voice takes on a strange whisper - very sad, that sends echoes through your mind. "One final question do I have for you: do you *wish* to leave me, my precious half-man?"
52498"Fair Ravel, you helped me when I came to you so long ago, and you have done so again. I shall not forget what you have done. But now I must leave - I have to know more about myself."
52499"I have to. It's important that I find out all I can about myself, and there is much more I need to know."
52500"I do not wish to be trapped here in this place, Ravel. It is your home, not mine."
52501"I do not want to be trapped in this maze. Do I intend to leave? Yes."
52502"No, know, no... know THIS..." Ravel raises a taloned finger, as if warning you. "Know it is OUR home, my precious half-man. Two immortals shall we be in this black-brambled garden, and I shall keep you safe from the planes."
52503"I think you know not what you say, Ravel..."
52504"In the leaving I find fault, and your answer seems to be one of conviction, but it is the *wrong* answer, my precious half-man." She *clacks* her yellowed teeth together like a bear trap. "No, no, I shall *keep* you here in this place. Two immortals shall we be in this black-brambled garden, and I shall keep you safe from the planes."
52505"I think you know not what you say, Ravel..."
52506There is a terrible *shimmering* in the air around Ravel - and the sound of snapping twigs and cracking tree limbs, and the horrid sound of the trees *bending* and *splintering*...
52507"Wh-?"
52508Ravel's lips peel back and her voice becomes shrill, like a howling wind. "What do YOU know of KNOWING, half-man?! KNOW this: KNOW you will stay here until the END DAYS in my brambled garden, never to leave, and you shall LOVE me, as you were MEANT, as you PROMISED!"
52509"I will not, Ravel. Do not threaten me... I WILL leave this place."
52510"Ravel, calm down - I need to leave, but I shall return. Don't-"
52511"I'm afraid I would be poor company, Ravel. And I cannot stay in any event. I'm afraid you must allow me passage."
52512"I shall NOT let you leave - I have the power to KEEP you here, and I shall USE it. My black-barbed maze shall NOT allow you to travel beyond it while I LIVE, my precious, *precious* man..."
52513"Ravel, I don't want to fight you... don't do this. Allow me passage, and I shall return to visit you. You need not be alone in this place."
52514"So the only way I can leave is when you're dead? Very well, mayhap it is YOU who have made a mistake by underestimating me, crone."
52515"RETURN?! RETURN as you CLAIMED you would so LONG AGO?! No... no, you shall not LIE to Ravel TWICE! No more CENTURIES will I WAIT for you..." Ravel's lips peel back, and her talons seem to grow, grow into fiendish claws. "Here in my garden you will STAY, and a-wander the planes you will NO LONGER...!"
52516"Ravel, calm yourself, there's no NEED for this..."
52517"You have forgotten your PLACE, HALF-man. Humility is in order."
52518"Ravel, don't DO this..."
52519"We'll see, witch..."
52520Ravel answered my questions, but I don't think she expected me to leave her... when I told her I was leaving, she attacked me, and she swore that I would not be able to leave while she lived. I had no choice but to fight her.
52521"Why, my precious, precious half-man, you carry the greatest torment of all... life forever-more. Can it be life a-cares for you as Ravel does?" She gnashes her yellowed tusks with a horrid *clacking* noise. "One so brave, so passionate, so terribly lost, sad, sad."
52522"Ravel, *why* did you make me immortal? I must kn-"
52523"Study their eyes when they are close... you shall *see* their torments, for they will not speak of them. No more will Ravel say... mayhap if they were close, and Ravel could see them, she would say more... but not this day."
52524"Why are they drawn to me?"
52525"And you bit me, so long ago, 'twas not a kiss then, but a bite to the heart..." Ravel smiles. "Do not be surprised, my precious man. There is no harm done..."
52526"Resume your normal shape, Ravel."
52527Mebbeth's... Ravel's... face relaxes, and you watch as the bluish tinge returns to her skin, and the blood red bleeds back into her eyes. She blinks, slowly, as if re-orienting herself.
52528"What other shapes have you been, Ravel?"
52529"I have other questions for you, Ravel."
52530Annah makes no response - Ravel's mere presence seems to have silenced her. Her tail has stopped flicking, however, and her eyes have lost their hard edge.
52531"Enough with this, Ravel. What other questions did you have?"
52532Dallan
52533Annah seems paralyzed, her eyes wide as Ravel turns her black-veined gaze to her. You can see her trembling, her heart beating fast.
52534"Aye, life may have swallowed 'im, but he dinnae come out o' *that* end, so he didn't..."
52535"Enough of this - look, Ravel, you took my mortality from me, and it has caused more harm than good. I would take it back now - you have had it overlong, I think."
52536"Yeh *loved* him!" Annah breaks her silence - she sounds astonished. "Yeh *loved* him, yeh did!"
52537Annah seems paralyzed, her eyes wide as Ravel turns her black-veined gaze to her. You can see her trembling, her heart beating fast.
52538"Only if what lies on the other path carries greater pain."
52539"Ravel... this is very important; do you have any idea why I asked you to do it?"
52540Dak'kon is silent, but his blade *shifts* at Ravel's words... the blade darkens, the edge sharpening until the *karach* itself seems to carry a horrible malevolence about it.
52541"Watch your words, Ravel..."
52542"Watch your words, Ravel..."
52543"Watch your words, Ravel..."
52544"Watch your words, Ravel..."
52545"Watch your words, Ravel..."
52546"Watch your words, Ravel..."
52547Dak'kon's blade bleeds into a vicious dead black, mirroring his eyes... and to your surprise, the *karach* edge silently splits into jagged fangs.
52548"Ravel... leave him be. *I* will answer your questions, not them."
52549"Ravel... leave him be. *I* will answer your questions, not them."
52550"Ravel... leave him be. *I* will answer your questions, not them."
52551"Ravel... leave him be. *I* will answer your questions, not them."
52552"Ravel... leave him be. *I* will answer your questions, not them."
52553"Ravel... leave him be. *I* will answer your questions, not them."
52554"Ravel..." Grace replies softly, almost cautiously. "I have come to terms with m-"
52555"Because love would not allow it - and it can bend even the strongest to its will." Fall-from-Grace's voice is soft, questioning. "Does it not, Ravel?"
52556"No creature is undeserving of such a feeling, Ravel." Grace speaks softly. "The histories do not paint such a compassionate picture of you, however..."
52557"The Lady of Pain? You tried to *help* her?"
52558"The Lady of Pain? You tried to *help* her?"
52559Grace says nothing. She seems to be studying Ravel intently... you are suddenly struck with the feeling Grace is sizing up Ravel for weaknesses.
52560Grace suddenly plants her feet into a battle-stance, and her hands lance out, the fingers forming a protective gesture. Her expression does not change, however - if anything, she seems to have been expecting this.
52561*"Burnnnnn..."*
52562"And what other torments do your eyes see, Ravel?"
52563"And what other torments do your eyes see, Ravel?"
52564"And what other torments do your eyes see, Ravel?"
52565"And what other torments do your eyes see, Ravel?"
52566*"Burrnnnn..."*
52567"Ravel, you've made your point. Now enough of t-"
52568"Ravel, you've made your point. Now enough of t-"
52569"Ravel, you've made your point. Now enough of t-"
52570"Ravel, you've made your point. Now enough of t-"
52571"It swallowed him, but I don't know if he came out of *that* end."
52572"Enough of this - look, Ravel, you took my mortality from me, and it has caused more harm than good. I would take it back now - you have had it overlong, I think."
52573"I think I know who should be in a cage..."
52574"Well, I didn't have anything BETTER to do except go to one of the Lady's mazes and meet one of the evilest creatures ever to set foot in Sigil, so I said 'sure! Why n-?'"
52575"Morte, be quiet. Ravel, I..."
52576"'Be quiet?!'" Morte clacks his teeth. "Like the hells I will! I think we've listened to this crone rattle her bone-box enough, and now she's got some pair of stones, saying I haven't got any skin! So WHAT if I don't?! Obviously the fact SHE has skin has done wonders for HER looks! Does she think I *like* being NAKED all the time? And *another* thing-"
52577"Morte! Cut it out! Ravel, look-"
52578"Morte! Cut it out! Ravel, look-"
52579"Morte! Cut it out! Ravel, look-"
52580"Query: What does Nordom define /choice/? Define: CHOICE: The act of choosing, selection; the right or opportunity to choo-"
52581"Nordom, stop. This is between Ravel and I. Look, Ravel-"
52582"Nordom, stop. This is between Ravel and I. Look, Ravel-"
52583"Nordom, stop. This is between Ravel and I. Look, Ravel-"
52584"Nordom, stop. This is between Ravel and I. Look, Ravel-"
52585"Nordom, stop. This is between Ravel and I. Look, Ravel-"
52586"Dead Dabus"
52587STRIP OF SKIN Weight: 0 Usable only by Nameless One This scrap of skin has been peeled from the back of your left forearm. Its scarred, gray surface reminds you of a zombie's hide; it feels more like a piece of cured leather than a strip of skin. ^NNOTE: To inscribe a regret on this skin, select the "Use" command.^-
52588Strip of Skin
52589Nabat
52590Nabat
52591Dona Quisho
52592Dallan's Girlfriend
52593Dallan's Girlfriend
52594An'izius
52595An'izius
52596Vrischika gives a quick half-bow. "Welcome back. Here to buy something?"
52597"Not just now. I had some questions..."
52598"Yes, I am."
52599"No. Farewell."
52600"No. Farewell."
52601Siabha
52602Siabha
52603Agril-Shanak
52604Agril-Shanak
52605Merchant
52606Merchant
52607Skatch
52608Skatch
52609"I had another question I wanted to ask him..."
52610"That is all I wished to know. Farewell."
52611"I had another question I wanted to ask him..."
52612"That is all I wished to know. Farewell."
52613You stare in awe at the bizarre spectacle before you. What had appeared to be an ordinary, unremarkable bricked wall now throbs and pulsates with movement. The wall expands with curious elasticity, heaving outward as if some unseen force were trying to push its way through the barrier from the other side. Slowly, the undulating mass begins to settle, its curves becoming more and more pronounced, and you find yourself at eye-level with the stony caricature of a human face.
52614Suddenly, a strong breeze begins to blow around you and the air is filled with an eerie sighing. The rushing wind grows stronger and you can make out other sounds as well: the creaking of boards, the rustling of leaves, and the grinding of stone upon stone. After a few moments, the clamor ceases to be a cacophony of individual noises and begins to blend into one articulate sound. You can make out a voice, a voice that speaks softly, yet seems to come from all around you at once. "YOU? IT CANNOT BE YOU."
52615The wind around you has stopped, but the voice is still somehow present. "YOU ARE RESTORED AGAIN? I SAW YOU DESTROYED."
52616"I AM I." The voice is as expressionless as the stone face before you.
52617"I AM I." The voice is as expressionless as the stone face before you.
52618"YOU STAND ON ME, IN ME. THE STONES, MORTAR, THE AIR... ALL ME UNDIVIDED."
52619"I SAW YOU DESTROYED HERE, IN FRONT OF ME. I SEE ALL WITHIN ME."
52620"THINGS THAT CAST NO SHADOW... WERE SHADOW. THEY ROSE AROUND YOU. TORE YOU DOWN. DO YOU NOT REMEMBER?" You concentrate on the strange voice composed of sounds around you. Somewhere, in the deepest recesses of your mind, there is a brief glimmer of recollection. You feel as though there is something vaguely familiar about the sounds.
52621"YES... YOU REMEMBER." The voice of the Alley rings in your ears, scattering the images from your mind and returning you back to the present. "DESTROYED. AS SOON I SHALL BE. I CANNOT DELAY DIVISION MUCH LONGER. PRESSURE BUILDS. SOON STONES WILL CRUMBLE AND THE FLOATING ONES WILL REPAIR ME TO DESTRUCTION."
52622"PRESSURE IS TOO MUCH. TOO MANY PLACES FOLDED INSIDE. NOT ENOUGH SPACE. MUST DIVIDE."
52623The voice continues. "HELP ME TO DIVIDE. BRANCH OUT. EXPAND. NEW APERATURES WILL OPEN. YOU MAY USE THEM TO TRAVEL TO THE LOWER WARD."
52624"THE FLOATING ONE IS UPON ME. REPAIRING. IT PREVENTS ME FROM DIVIDING. I UNDO ITS REPAIRS. BUT IT RETURNS AGAIN AND AGAIN. REPAIRS ANEW. MUST REMOVE FLOATING ONE."
52625"REMOVE IT. ONLY THEN CAN I DIVIDE."
52626"THE FLOATING ONE IS NO LONGER UPON ME. IT NO LONGER REPAIRS. NO LONGER INTERFERES."
52627"THE FLOATING ONE IS DESTROYED. IT NO LONGER REPAIRS. NO LONGER INTERFERES."
52628As you approach the stone face, the various ambient sounds of the Alley once again assault your ears, and through them the voice speaks. "YOU HAVE RETURNED."
52629"IT MUST BE REMOVED. THERE MUST BE A WAY. MAKE IT DEPART. TIME IS SHORT. MUST DIVIDE SOON OR BE DESTROYED."
52630"THE FLOATING ONE IS DESTROYED. IT NO LONGER REPAIRS. NO LONGER INTERFERES."
52631The voice of the Alley is silent for a long moment, as if contemplating your words. "SHOULD NOT HAVE DESTROYED FLOATING ONE. YOU DRAW THE ATTENTION OF THE BLADED ONE. PAIN-BRINGER SHE IS."
52632"STILL CANNOT DIVIDE. TOO WEAK. CANNOT UNDO FLOATING ONES REPAIRS. ITS CHANGES MUST BE REVERSED BEFORE I CAN DIVIDE. YOU MUST UNDO THE FLOATING ONES REPAIRS FOR ME."
52633"SEEK OUT THE PARTS OF ME THE FLOATING ONE HAS CHANGED. REVERSE THE CHANGES. UNDO THE REPAIRS. MUST BE EXACT. PRECISE. ONLY THEN CAN I DIVIDE."
52634"YES. THE FLOATING ONE NO LONGER REPAIRS. IT IS NOW WITH THE OTHER. I HAVE CLOSED MYSELF AROUND IT. IT REMAINS INSIDE ME FOREVER."
52635"TWO PLACES UPON ME. MUST UNDO WHAT FLOATING ONE HAS CHANGED. I CANNOT CHANGE THEM MYSELF. MUST CONSERVE ENERGY FOR DIVISION. YOU MUST MAKE CHANGES IN THE WAY OF YOUR KIND."
52636"THE TWO PLACES ARE UPON ME. ONE IS WEST OF THE OTHER. ONE IS EAST OF THE OTHER."
52637"YES. ALL IS IN ORDER. I AM GRATEFUL." Again the wind begins to blow around you, this time with fierce intensity. The omnipresent sounds of the Alley begin to increase in volume until the soft murmur of the voice is nearly drowned out by the ensuing racket. "NOW YOU MUST GO. DIVISION BEGINS. THE WAY IS NOW OPEN TO YOU."
52638The stone face before you begins to transform once again, its mass shifting and roiling as you look on. The entire wall seems to melt before your eyes, exposing a narrow passageway beyond. The ground underfoot suddenly begins to rock violently and the soft sighing of the wind intensifies to a more urgent, almost human-like moaning. You can hear the sounds of crashing stones and snapping boards all around you as you dash into the passageway.
52639"I donnae know." Annah stares at the face in disbelief, her hands nervously fingering her daggers. "But I'm fer leavin' 'fore we find out, aye?"
52640"I think it means the dabus. They're always fixin' and repairin' things."
52641"Uh, it must be in the 'way.'"
52642"I think it's pregnant."
52644"Freaky. So where are we technically standing right now?"
52645"What is that?"
52646Wait and see what happens next.
52647Ignore the face. Leave.
52648"Greetings."
52649"What?"
52650"Do you know me?"
52651"You must have mistaken me for someone else. Farewell."
52652"Destroyed? Where?"
52653"Who are you?"
52654"What are you?"
52655"Where am I?"
52656"What are you?"
52657"Where am I?"
52658"You said you saw me destroyed? Where?"
52659"Who are you?"
52660"Where am I?"
52661"You said you saw me destroyed? Where?"
52662"Who are you?"
52663"What are you?"
52664"You said you saw me destroyed? Where?"
52665"Do you know what happened to me?"
52667"I don't understand."
52668"You're dying?"
52669"Floating Ones?"
52670"Divide?"
52671"Divide?"
52672"What do you need to divide?"
52673"What do you need to divide?"
52674"What do you need to divide?"
52675"You want me to *kill* the dabus in the Alley?"
52676"Very well, I'll *remove* the dabus for you."
52677"*Finally.* I thought I would die again waiting for him to rise."
52678I succeeded in aiding the pregnant Alley in its delivery. As it had promised, the birth of the new Alley created a passage so that I may travel between the Hive and the Lower Ward.
52679Although I managed to get rid of the dabus, the repairs it made are still preventing the Alley from dividing. I've agreed to find and somehow reverse the repairs. It seems the Alley is on the verge of giving birth and in its weakened state it is unable to reverse the changes itself. I'll probably need some tools... a hammer and prybar should do the trick.
52680I've learned that the Alley of Lingering Sighs is not only alive, it is also very capable of defending itself. It seems the dabus I spoke to did indeed go to investigate the building where I discovered the dead dabus. Once inside, the Alley removed the exit from the building, trapping it inside as well.
52681I've discovered that the Alley of Lingering Sighs is not haunted after all. It is alive. It spoke to me and, from what I gathered, it is pregnant and needs my help to give birth. Apparently, the dabus I killed was making repairs that prevented the Alley from dividing.
52682I've discovered that the Alley of Lingering Sighs is not haunted after all. It is alive. It spoke to me and, from what I gathered, it is pregnant and needs my help to give birth. Apparently, the dabus I informed about its dead brethren was making repairs that prevented the Alley from dividing. When it went to investigate, the Alley trapped him in the same building.
52683I've discovered that the Alley of Lingering Sighs is not haunted after all. It is alive. It spoke to me and, from what I gathered, it is pregnant and needs my help to give birth. Apparently, a dabus is continually making repairs to the Alley, preventing it from dividing. I have agreed to find a way to get rid of the dabus. In exchange, the Alley has promised to open up the way to the Lower Ward.
52685"Perhaps... perhaps you will STILL die. NEVER forget I WATCH you THIEVES, you KILLERS - KILLERS ALL, all THREE of you..."
52687"The dabus back in the Alley? Yes, I told him about the dead dabus I found and he left to seek it out."
52688"He has awakened."
52690This huge crystal radiates a pulsating, spectral light as it hovers above the crater in the middle of the room. The rhythm of its pulses remind you of a heartbeat, but slow and sickly. Light from the crystal touches the edges of the room like fingers, each ray of light casting a glow on the ruined faces of the statues surrounding it.
52691Touch the crystal...
52692"The dabus back in the Alley? Yes, he is gone... I killed him."
52693"The dabus still remains... I can't seem to get rid of him."
52694"I've killed the dabus. He won't be interfering any longer."
52695"I spoke with the dabus. I told him about his dead brethren and he left to investigate."
52696"I have yet to reverse the dabus' repairs. Tell me again what I must do."
52697"I have reversed the repairs at one site. Tell me again where I can find the other."
52698"I have reversed the repairs at one site. Tell me again where I can find the other."
52699"I have reversed the repairs as you have asked."
52700"Never mind. Farewell."
52701"Don't worry, I'll think of something. Farewell."
52702"Yes, he won't be interfering anymore... now you can divide."
52703"I had to kill him... it was the only way I could get him to stop repairing."
52704"What's done is done. The dabus *is* gone though, and now you can divide."
52705"Look, you asked me to remove him... so I gutted him. Now you can divide, right?"
52706"You want me to undo the dabus' changes? How?"
52707"How can I reverse the repairs? I'm no carpenter."
52708"Very well. I'll find and reverse the repairs for you. I'll probably need some tools... a hammer and prybar should do the trick."
52709"I see. Now that it is trapped, you can divide without interference, right?"
52710"Very well. I'll go find and reverse the repairs for you."
52711"Very descriptive. Thanks for your help."
52712"Farewell, then."
52719Close your eyes and try to remember.
52723Leave.
52724There is a cleft in the rocks here. It looks like you might be able to squeeze into it - barely - but it doesn't seem to lead anywhere. You notice the ground here is littered with shards of obsidian, most likely caused by the occasional fireball you've seen streak through the air here blasting into the great boulders that line this vale.
52725Pick up a shard of obsidian, place it into your mouth, and bite it so that it cuts your tongue...
52726Cure Moderate Wounds This spell heals 2 to 11 hit points.
52727Remove Curse This spell allows a cursed item to be successfully unequipped.
52728Cure Serious Wounds This spell heals 3 to 17 hit points.
52729Cure Critical Wounds This spell heals 6 to 27 hit points.
52730Raise Dead This spell restores life back to any slain individual chosen.
52731Heal This spell restores all hit points and removes all blindness and disease conditions.
52732IDENTIFY This spell reveals the mysteries of an enchanted object, allowing you to know its exact abilities.
52733The selected item has all of the abilities listed below. You can change the currently selected ability by clicking on one.
52734Hezobol
52735Hezobol
52736Thokola Slaver
52737Thokola Slaver
52738Incarnation Two
52739Incarnation Three
52740Jasilya
52741Tainted Barse
52742Dying Guard
52743Voorsha
52744Hermit
52745Looter
52746Incarnation One
52747Incarnation Two
52748Incarnation Three
52749Jasilya
52750Tainted Barse
52751Berrog
52752Tovus Giljaf
52753Amarysse
52754Crazy Curst Citizen
52755Executioner
52756Judge
52757Crazy Mage
52758Dying Guard
52759Hermit
52760Looter
52761Incarnation One
52762LUMP OF OBSIDIAN Weight: 1 This is a chunk of rough obsidian, recently burnt by Avernus' fires.
52763"Yes. I've dealt with the trouble at the warehouse and got the pillow."
52764He smiles and nods. "Well done, cutter. As I said, you may keep whatever you recovered from the warehouse as your reward. Thank you for your help."
52765"Farewell, Hamrys."
52766"Yes. I've dealt with the situation at the warehouse and got the tomb plans. I picked up the coffin pillow as well."
52767"Yes. I've dealt with the situation at the warehouse and got the tomb plans."
52768"What are you talking about?"
52769"Oh."
52770"Oh."
52771"I really don't want to know the answer to that, Morte."
52772"I see."
52773"Not just yet. There is something..."
52774You see one of Curst's finest, lying in a pool of his own blood. His armor has been thoroughly savaged, the flesh underneath it looking as though it has baked in the heat of a thousand suns. He gasps up at you from the ruins of his face, "The deva... is strong. Do not enter... until you can... defeat him." He expires quietly.
52775This is a test node.
52776This is actually reply 1
52777This is node 2, linked from node 1
52778Leave.
52779As the jagged bit of volcanic glass bites into your tongue, there is a strange tingling in your mouth. The area around the cleft in the rocks shimmers, and suddenly a portal is there...
52780Leave.
52781"Keep your dreams close, Ignus... farewell."
52782"We shall see..."
52783Harmonium Slaver
52784Harmonium Slaver
52785Berrog
52786Tovus Giljaf
52787BOLTS OF WHISTLING DOOM Damage: 4-16 Crushing Enchanted: +2 THAC0: +2 Speed: 10 Weight: 0 Proficiency: Missiles These bolts have somehow captured the deadly harmonic of Pandemonium and then added insult to injury by imprisoning an enraged air elemental inside the head of the bolt. When one of these bolts strike an opponent, the head shatters, and the air elemental is released. The elemental will whip around the opponent in a frenzy, making one strike before it vanishes.
52788BOLTS OF WINCING Damage: 2-9 Piercing Enchanted: +1 Special: 2-9 Slashing Damage on Impact Increases Chance of Critical Hits THAC0: +1 Speed: 10 Weight: 0 Proficiency: Missiles These crotch-shaped bolts have been enchanted with one thing in mind: emasculation. When fired, they home in on the most vulnerable point on a victim's body, sink into the flesh, then the head of each bolt scissors outwards, making it nearly impossible to pull out and increasing the damage considerably. The name of the bolts comes from the reactions of spectators after the bolts are fired.
52789BOLTS OF KESSEK THE DEVOURER (Minor Artifacts) Damage: 4-8 Piercing Enchanted: +2 THAC0: +4 Speed: 5 Weight: 0 Proficiency: Missiles Also called "Kessek's Teeth," the head of these enchanted bolts are made of bone and have two long fangs curving out from the center. When one of these bolts strikes an opponent, the fangs takes on a life of their own and begin eating their way slowly and painfully through the victim's body. According to legend, Kessek was a bariaur chieftain on the Outlands who was forced to watch his people starve during a winter storm in the Cleft of Tears many centuries ago. Trapped in the Cleft because of heavy snows, he sent scouts from his tribe out to seek aid from his neighbors, the province of Ohinru. Learning of the bariaurs' plight, the merchant princes of Ohinru saw an opportunity to wipe out the "nomadic pests" and claim their lands for their own. The bariaur scouts were executed and their heads mounted on the walls so that, "the vultures might feed while the bariaurs starved." When the storms cleared and more than half of his tribe had died of starvation, Kessek finally learned what had happened to his scouts. Consumed with an insane fire, he fashioned a sheaf of bolts from the teeth and bones of his people who had starved to death. Once he had finished, he traveled to Ohinru in the night and fired his bolts blindly in the city streets, the name of each bariaur that had died whispered on his lips as he released each shaft. Each bolt he fired twisted in flight, hungrily searching for a victim and each found one... then another, then another. The night was filled with the choked screams of the citizens of Ohinru as the devourers claimed their bodies. When dawn touched the city, the vultures fed again. No trace of Kessek could be found. The bolts of Kessek the Devourer can still be found scattered across the planes. It is said that for each victim the bolts claim, that another bolt is born... with the same hunger as the first.
52790Charred Finger Bone
52791IGNUS' CHARM Allows user to copy "Seeking Flames" into Spell Book Range: 180 feet Duration: 30 seconds Speed: 1 Area of Effect: 50 feet radius Saving Throw: None Weight: 0 Usable only by Nameless One Usable only by Mages This is your charred right index finger; the tip has been snapped off, and the flesh that once surrounded the bone has been turned to ash. It was but a *touch* from Ignus, but it was enough to leave lingering, blackened, scars on your hand. To make matters worse, you notice that your flesh has healed slowly and poorly from the wound... if Ignus were to attack you with a rage, he might be able to muster enough heat and flames that recovering would be difficult... perhaps even destroy you? The thought doesn't please you. Ignus has hinted that this charred remain of your finger somehow holds a fraction of his infernal power... now passed on to you. To invoke its power, you must slice off your finger again, place this stump there, then let the flesh heal over it. When this occurs, the traces of Ignus that remain upon the finger will 'kindle' a small portion of knowledge within you.
52792Scorched Eye
52793IGNUS' EYE Allows user to copy "Ignus' Terror" into Spell Book Range: 75 feet Duration: 50 seconds Speed: 2 Area of Effect: 30 feet radius Saving Throw: Neg. Weight: 0 Usable only by Nameless One Usable only by Mages This is the scorched remains of your eye, blistered by Ignus' touch. Ignus has hinted that this charred remain of your eye somehow holds a fraction of his infernal power... now passed on to you. To invoke its power, you must crush the blackened eyeball between both your hands, then take the ashes and touch them to each eyelid. Doing so will transfer a small portion of Ignus' arcane knowledge to you, giving you the knowledge of how to show others brief, terrible glimpses of the elemental forces Ignus draws upon. The sight is usually enough to cause living creatures to flee for their lives.
52794Charred Mass of Guts
52795Ignus' Innards
52796IGNUS' INNARDS Allows user to copy "Infernal Shield" into Spell Book Range: 0 Duration: 5 seconds per level or (Special) Speed: 3 Area of Effect: Caster Saving Throw: None Weight: 2 Usable only by Nameless One Usable only by Mages This is your charred mass of intestines; Ignus has hinted that these charred remains hold a fraction of his infernal power... now passed on to you. To invoke its power, you must slice open your abdomen, replace the innards, then let the flesh heal over the wound. When this occurs, the traces of Ignus that remain upon the charred bones will 'kindle' a portion of Ignus' knowledge within you.
52797Charred Hand
52798IGNUS' HAND Allows user to copy "Infernal Orb" into Spell Book Range: 50 feet Duration: Special Speed: 1 Area of Effect: 1 creature Saving Throw: Neg. Weight: 1 Usable only by Nameless One Usable only by Mages This is your charred hand; it has been severed at the wrist, and the flesh that once surrounded the bone has been scoured clean, leaving only the stark white bones behind. Despite the lack of muscle and skin, however, the bones of the hand have been fused together so that the bones do not fall apart. The pain of having the hand separated from you was almost more than you could bear, and it left lingering, blackened, scars on your wrists and arm. To make matters worse, you notice that your flesh has healed slowly and poorly from the wound... if Ignus were to attack you with a rage, he might be able to muster enough heat and flames that recovering would be difficult... perhaps even destroy you? The thought doesn't please you. Ignus has hinted that this charred remain of your hand somehow holds a fraction of his infernal power... now passed on to you. To invoke its power, you must slice off your hand again, place the skeletal hand there, then let the flesh heal over it. When this occurs, the traces of Ignus that remain upon the charred bones will 'kindle' a portion of Ignus' knowledge within you.
52799Ignus' Hand
52800Female Curst Townsperson
52801"AIEEEE!"
52802"All right, this is how we're gonna do it!"
52803"You saved my life!"
52804"Thank you!"
52805"You there! You'll start pryin' open crates one after another!"
52806"You! Look through the crates; gather the small items inta sacks an' pile 'em by the door!"
52807"And you! You take him, an' move anythin' larger just outside!"
52808"Humbra should be here with the cart, soon, so we'll start in a bit!"
52809"Don't forget to dust those, Standish!"
52810"Careful with that, Standish, or I'll beat you senseless!"
52811"Hurry it up a bit, Standish! I can't stand to see so lazy a servant!"
52812"Standish! Break that and I'll be selling your tanned hide!"
52813"Yes, mistress Vrischika."
52814"That's all I wished to know. Farewell."
52815"That's all I wished to know. Farewell."
52816SLEDGEHAMMER Damage: 2-9 Crushing Speed: 7 Weight: 5 Proficiency: Hammers Usable only by Fighters Primarily intended for heavy work, this huge hammer would make a formidable weapon. Both its head and haft are crafted from a strange, jet-black material that smells faintly of sulfur and leaves a curious ash-like residue upon everything it touches.
52817CLOCKWORK JUNK Weight: 2 At first glance, this appears to be nothing more than a twisted series of metal wires wrapped around a gear, but something about it makes you pause. Somehow... it feels different than most of the other junk you've come across in your travels, and upon closer examination, you realize there is a string of numbers and symbols engraved on both sides of the gear.
52818BONE WHISTLE Weight: 0 This appears to be a human bone fragment carefully fashioned into a small whistle. The marrow of the bone has been hollowed out and tiny holes have been drilled along its length. The end of the fragment tapers off to form a mouthpiece.
52819This heavy blade is warm to the touch, and flames have been carved across the surface of the blade. The intricacy of the carvings is breathtaking; they are done with such skill that the sword seems to be burning with metallic flames... someone must have spent several centuries rendering them. The sword looks several millennia old. A faint hum can be felt within it, and the vibration becomes stronger when it touches human flesh.
52820"CELESTIAL FIRE" Damage: 3-18 Slashing Speed: 3 Weight: 5 Proficiency: Edged Usable only by Lawful Good characters This heavy blade is warm to the touch, and flames have been carved across the surface of the blade. The intricacy of the carvings is breathtaking; they are done with such skill that the sword seems to be burning with metallic flames... someone must have spent several centuries rendering them. The sword looks several millennia old. A faint hum can be felt within it, and the vibration becomes stronger when it touches human flesh.
52821WORK HAMMER Damage: 1-6 Crushing Speed: 6 Weight: 6 Proficiency: Hammers Usable only by Fighters This is a heavy work hammer. It has a long handle and a metal head that looks like it could shape steel and crush skulls with ease.
52822"HAMMER OF CELESTIAL FIRE" Damage: 3-18 Crushing Speed: 3 Weight: 5 Proficiency: Hammers Usable only by Fighters Usable only by Lawful Good characters The blade of Trias became a heavy hammer in your hands. It is warm to the touch, and flames have been carved across the surface of the head. The intricacy of the carvings is breathtaking; they are done with such skill that the hammer seems to be burning with metallic flames... someone must have spent several centuries rendering them. The hammer looks several millennia old. A faint hum can be felt within it, and the vibration becomes stronger when it touches human flesh.
52823BODICE Armor Class: 5 Weight: 5 Usable only by Fall-from-Grace This is a bodice much like the one Fall-from-Grace, Madame of the Brothel of Slating Intellectual Lusts, often wears. It is not known what powers the bodice possesses.
52824JAGGED RING Weight: 0 This glittering, silvery ring is sculpted with dozens of tiny, ornate flanges and decorative protrusions. It looks as if it might be slightly uncomfortable to wear, as a careless bearer might cut themselves upon its jagged edges while placing or removing the ring.
52825TEETH Damage: 1-6 Crushing Speed: 4 Weight: 1 Proficiency: Fists Usable only by Morte These teeth are short, blunt, and radiate a feeling of unease.
52826TEETH Damage: 2-7 Piercing Speed: 2 Weight: 1 Proficiency: Fists Usable only by Morte These teeth appear to be a set of hollow fangs. The tips of the teeth are wet and drip a viscous fluid.
52827SLEDGEHAMMER Damage: 2-9 Crushing Weight: 5 Speed: 7 Proficiency: Hammers Usable only by Fighters Primarily intended for heavy work, this huge hammer would make a formidable weapon. Both its head and haft are crafted from a strange, jet-black material that smells faintly of sulfur and leaves a curious ash-like residue upon everything it touches.
52828BRIMSTONE HAMMER Damage: 2-9 Crushing Enchanted: +1 Special: +4 Fire Damage +25% Resistance to Fire THAC0: +1 Speed: 7 Weight: 5 Proficiency: Hammers Usable only by Fighters This type of weapon, thought to be forged by the flames of the Elemental Plane of Fire, is extremely rare, even in Sigil. The elemental properties of the hammer grants its wielder an increased resistance to fire and fire-based attacks. In addition, when used in combat, the hammer deals out additional damage when it successfully connects, searing its target with crackling flames.
52829BLINDSIDER Damage: 2-9 Slashing Enchanted: +1 Special: +2 to Armor Class Immunity to Blindness THAC0: +1 Speed: 6 Weight: 4 Proficiency: Axes Usable only by Fighters This magnificent axe, known as "Blindsider," is truly one of a kind. It is rumored that it was the creation of one Akyzum Yar, chief metallurgist of an ancient empire on the Prime Material Plane. The Emperor whom Yar served, a vain and wicked man, commissioned the creation of "a weapon of unsurpassed beauty." After years of toiling, Yar succeeded and presented the Emperor with "Blindsider," whereupon he was promptly put to death so that his work could never be reproduced. The various ores and enchantments employed in the forging of this weapon yielded a new type of metal that is lightweight, durable, and highly reflective. The axe earned its name from its tendency to reflect light into the eyes of its opponent, temporarily blinding the target so that its wielder can easily cut him down. Additionally, its wielder is granted immunity to blinding attacks as a magical byproduct of its reflective nature.
52830WIDOWMAKER Damage: 3-7 Piercing Enchanted: +2 Special: +2 Slashing Damage Poisons Target +25% Resistance to Poison THAC0: +2 Speed: 1 Weight: 1 Proficiency: Edged Usable only by Thieves Tempered with the lethal venom of the dreaded hook spider, the magical properties of this blade, known simply as "Widowmaker," are much sought after by practicing assassins throughout the planes. The poison that has been magically and permanently infused into the dagger immediately infects those cut by it. Additionally, the wielder of "Widowmaker" immediately develops an improved resistance to poison simply from holding the blade.
52831BACKBITER Damage: 2-5 Piercing Enchanted: +1 Special: +1 Piercing Damage +10% Stealth Skill Bonus THACO: +1 Speed: 1 Weight: 1 Proficiency: Edged Usable only by Thieves Crafted specifically with the adept cross-trader in mind, this magical blade masks the approach of the wielder by muffling any sounds he or she might make in passing, thus improving his or her chances of approaching a target by stealth.
52832KAARLAC'S KNIFE Damage: 1-3 Slashing Special: Doubles all 1st Level Mage Spells Speed: 1 Weight: 1 Proficiency: Edged Usable only by Mages The final achievement of one Kaarlac Cragenmoor, this enchanted knife is a boon to those who practice the mystic arts. Kaarlac, ever one to aspire to greatness, sought to create a magic item that could retain an imprint of a portion of his memory - particularly the short term memory that contained his considerable spell repertoire. He theorized that, if successful, he could effectively double the amount of spell knowledge he could retain at any given time. Unfortunately, the enchantment was beyond his capability and in the midst of his fervent casting, Kaarlac went mad and plunged the knife into his own chest. His sacrifice, however, was not in vain, for the knife possesses enough of the intended enchantment to bestow upon its wielder the ability to memorize twice the number of first level spells.
52833BUTCHERER OF INNOCENTS Damage: 3-10 Slashing Enchanted: +2 Special: Transfers Hit Points from Target to Wielder +2 Slashing Damage THAC0: +2 Speed: 6 Weight: 4 Proficiency: Axes Usable only by Fighters Not usable by Good characters This giant, axe-like cleaver earned its nickname while in the hands of Oswell Breck, a butcher who once serviced the Clerk's Ward of Sigil. The chant is that one day this affable and well-respected citizen suddenly went on a murderous and bloody rampage that lasted ten days and ten nights. Cleaver in hand, Oswell stalked the streets of the ward, brutally hacking down every man, woman, and child unlucky enough to cross his path until the Lady herself intervened. It is rumored that he suffered from a strange disease that slowly caused his body to waste away, and it was this disease that eroded his sanity and prompted the murder spree. The origin of this instrument of carnage is shrouded in mystery. However, the various wizards and scholars who examined the discarded weapon after Oswell's mazing have catalogued the nature of its enchantment. The cleaver seems to feed upon its victims, sucking the very life force from them and bestowing a portion of it upon its wielder.
52834DEAD NATIONS KEY Weight: 0 This heavy iron key came from Hargrimm the Bleak, Skeleton Priest of the Dead Nations.
52835HOLY CANDY Invokes: "Protection From Evil" Weight: 0 This piece of sweet, dark chocolate has had its crunchy, praline-filled center prayed over by the Eoialn, an order of wise, mystical monks from the Prime World of Irm. Eating it will protect the user against the forces of evil for a time.
52836CRUNCHITY CANDY Invokes: "Armor" Weight: 0 This piece of chocolate is coated with a crisp, sugary shell. Eating it temporarily coats the devourer with a magically crisp, crunchy coating of their own.
52837BLESSED CANDY Invokes: "Bless" Weight: 0 This piece of delicious milk chocolate has had its creamy, caramel center blessed by a powerful priest of an unnamed power of good. Eating it will confer this blessing upon the devourer.
52838MECHANUS CANDY Invokes: "Call Lightning" Weight: 0 The piece of hard candy is shaped like a small gear or cog. It is chocolate-flavored with a slight, metallic aftertaste. Placed in the mouth, it tingles slightly as small crackles of electricity play over it. If the conditions are right, lightning has been known to issue from - or strike - the eater of such candy.
52839"Burrrrnnn..."
52840"Death!"
52841"Guilty!"
52842"And having understood those charges and having the opportunity to hear the statement of the defense, how do you rule?"
52843::grumble::
52844"Hmm hmm."
52845"Yes!"
52846"Right then. Citizens of Curst, do you understand the charges put forth against our respectable official?"
52847::Uggg::
52848"And do you have anything to say in your defense?"
52849::Moan::
52850"Do you understand the charges put forth against you?"
52851"Punish him!"
52852"What th..."
52853"I have nothing to say, but I DO have something to give!"
52854"Yes, I do."
52855"Then we have a verdict. Executioner, please be about your business."
52856"Burrrrrrnnn..."
52857Leave.
52858As you place your hands upon the stone, its surface ripples beneath your touch. A chill washes over your arms, like plunging your hands into a mountain stream.
52859Close your eyes, submerge into the experience...
52860Shake off the experience, let go of the stone.
52861As you close your eyes, you blink and re-open them - your eyes are brimming with tears, and you are overcome with a terrible sensation of *drowning.* As the sensation rolls through you, there is a stirring in your breast, a *hunger,* poisonous like a serpent, BITING into your heart, until you feel as if your breast will *explode.* You want desperately to steady yourself, focus, but all that comes to your eye is tears...
52862Wipe away your tears...
52863Stir yourself from the experience.
52864You raise your hand to wipe away your tears - your hands are soft, delicate woman's hands; they brush the stray tears from your cheek, and you cup them in your hands, each of the tears like jewels shimmering in the lights...
52865Turn to examine the lights...
52866Stir yourself from the experience.
52867The lights are cast by candle-globes that drift through your sanctuary. You have come to this place to gather your thoughts, to reflect on the past with an eye toward the future, to cleanse the mind before the coming journey. Yet... you cannot *concentrate!* Your thoughts remain in the present, trapped there by the terrible feeling that writhes in your breast. What did he MEAN...?!
52868Close your eyes, sigh...
52869Stir yourself from the experience.
52870You close your eyes, but his words echo in your mind, a hundred, a THOUSAND times. Will he EVER return?! The sound is a whisper, an echo: "Only you. ONLY you." Yet you HESITATED, at the brink of time's door, and he must have thought you AFRAID to go, but you were not, you were AFRAID to stay, and the fear... the serpent writhes in your breast again, its fangs biting into your heart, filling it to bursting with its *poison.* The tears come again, running down your cheeks in streams, his words echoing...
52871Echo: "Only you. ONLY you."
52872Stir yourself from the experience.
52873Your eyes snap open - it is HIS voice! You whirl, and you gasp; he stands, powerful, in the shadows, and he strides into the light of the drifting candled globes, and you feel the serpent writhing and DYING... he returned! His face, stern, but somewhere, in those features, you can almost see his pleasure at seeing you. After all, he returned for y-
52874Echo: "Only you can help me, Deionarra. But it was wrong for me to ask you for your help..."
52875Stir yourself from the experience.
52876You speak... Deionarra... yet you, it is YOU, gray-skinned like a statue, striding from the light - are you that *scarred?!* Your body looks like it has been bathed in knife blades, the wounds, the tattoos, horrible - yet, you see through DEIONARRA'S EYES, and she sees... how can she SEE you in such a way, she puts a CLOAK over your features, she sees you in such *light,* such terrible longing, *light*... for she... how... can she FEEL such...?
52877Try to re-focus, brace yourself, hold onto the experience...
52878Stir yourself from the experience.
52879You feel your vision tearing, doubling until you are that man striding from the light, it IS you, but NOT you... you feel yourself being TORN; it is Deionarra's experience, but at the same time, it is also *yours,* and you... what...
52880Echo: "I asked too much of you to accompany me, Deionarra. I have no right to place you in such danger for my sake..."
52881Tear yourself away from the experience.
52882It is your words, but they are a surgeon's words, chosen with cold skill, without a TRACE of emotion. With every word, you feel yourself SNEERING inside, knowing what the (stricken) girl will see next through her (longing-stained) eyes, and who - are you THAT person, that man TWISTING her with your words, not KNOWING how powerful they are to her, like bolts from a ballista, piercing her breast, her... yet, she SEES only RELIEF at your return. How... how can she FEEL... and not know you mean to...?
52883Echo: "I have come to ask your forgiveness, Deionarra. I shall return to you as soon as I am able -"
52884Stir yourself from the experience.
52885Your vision tears again, doubling and bleeding, until you are facing yourself again, trying desperately to speak, to WARN Deionarra that this is not a man, but a creature that kills for his own needs, he doesn't CARE about you, Deionarra, you are a TOOL to him, a TOOL he needs to - but Deionarra speaks, and you can't STOP her...
52886Echo: "I would place myself in a *thousand* dangers, embrace eternity for you, my Love! I am *not* afraid! Listen to me - I will accompany you, though the planes themselves should bar-"
52887Tear yourself away from the experience.
52888"...though the planes themselves should bar the way..." You feel yourself shattering, relief and satisfaction - his SATISFACTION at her words, KNOWING she would say them, always KNOWING, and her admission of love is like the slamming of a portcullis across your heart. Trapped. She is yours, but you must be *certain,* so you drive the nail home.
52889Echo: "The way is dangerous. You will have to be strong... *far* stronger than you are now."
52890Tear yourself away from the experience.
52891Swimming through her mind, relief, the wave of relief, the end of longing, yet LONGING for him more at his words, not noticing his manipulations... all you need to be is strong, and his path shall be as one with yours! Your thoughts are like fires... for you can be strong, stronger than he knows, you know no fear, you would DIE for him...!
52892Echo: "I can be strong, my Love. I will -"
52893Tear yourself away from the experience.
52894Her words slide off of him like water. The serpent in her breast, the one piercing her heart with its poison has been replaced by this serpent in the flesh. She sees nothing of this, and his next words are planned, carefully, so carefully...
52895Echo: "I can't say if we'll succeed, Deionarra, but I'll do my best to protect you. And I will expect nothing less of the same from you. You..."
52896Tear yourself away from the experience.
52897"...you may be required to make some *sacrifices.*" At that final, terrible, word, you feel yourself being TORN apart; he means her harm... he means YOU harm, for you are HER, and he means to HURT her, yet you NEED her to be harmed, and - you want to SCREAM, SCREAM AT HER THAT SHE IS IN DANGER, RUN, RUN, DEIONARRA, FOR HIS EYES UNMAKE ALL THINGS AND -
52898Echo: "Of course, my Love. Life is sacrifice. This I have learned."
52899Tear yourself away from the experience.
52900Crazy Mage
52901Judge
52902Executioner
52903"Bah! Wretched thiiing! Very well... feeeast upon the souls of this pair of lemuuures!"
52904"Help!"
52905"This is the place. I found yeh lyin' right where we stand."
52906Sledgehammer
52907"I need you to give me a piece of yourself, Kesai."
52908Polished Battle Axe
52909You... she... her... you speak the words, and in it, you feel yourself dying inside. You are a spectator, and you have watched a woman die, for the words are a death sentence. Yet, still, still she speaks, unheeding, uncaring...
52910Echo: "I... left a legacy in my father's keeping, my Love; ask for the sixth, the third, the Kay and the 'S.' In it, I bequeath everything to you; it's not much, but with it, I left..."
52911Echo: "I... left a legacy in my father's keeping, my Love; ask for the sixth, the third, the Kay and the 'S.' In it, I bequeath everything to you; it's not much, but with it, I left..."
52912Tear yourself away from the experience.
52913I saw Deionarra's final days within one of the sensory stones in the Festhall's Private Sensorium. In it, she told me... the one in the experience... that she had left a legacy for me. It may prove useful...
52914You... him... a wave of *irritation* washes over you; you clench your teeth to prevent the irritation from crossing your features. Must she *always* continue to prattle, even when you do not *prompt* her?! Must she - but no - no, keep the irritation inside, only a trace slips out...
52915Echo: "Come now, I cannot DIE, Deionarra. There is no NEED for such foolishness..."
52916Tear yourself away from the experience.
52917Her... you... she is overcome with FEAR, fear that revolts you, and the fear wells up inside her... you, you as you watch him frown, and you hasten to correct him! He must know the reasons and know the wisdom behind them so he is impressed with your planning! Speak! Speak, before he turns away...
52918Echo: "I know I often act foolishly, my Love... but you said yourself that you CAN forget things if you are badly hurt. There are things in the legacy that could help you remember should you forget yourself."
52919Echo: "I know I often act foolishly, my Love... but you said yourself that you CAN forget things if you are badly hurt. There are things in the legacy that could help you remember should you forget yourself."
52920Echo: "I know I often act foolishly, my Love... but you said yourself that you CAN forget things if you are badly hurt. There are things in the legacy that could help you remember should you forget yourself."
52921Tear yourself away from the experience.
52922In that experience of Deionarra's in the sensory stone in the Festhall... I know that when she suggested I leave a legacy, it struck a chord with my previous incarnation. He may have been motivated to leave a legacy for himself, just as a precaution. If I could only find the number for it, I might be able reclaim it.
52923In that experience of Deionarra's in the sensory stone in the Festhall... I know that when she suggested I leave a legacy, it struck a chord with my previous incarnation. This is what motivated him to leave that legacy for himself, just as a precaution.
52924She... you coldly regard her through your eyes, tracing your gaze along her furrowed brow, wrinkled with worry, desperation. She has acted as you *expected*... yet there is something in what she says...
52925Echo: "Perhaps... yet I hope nothing in this legacy is of *value*... I do not want you to leave any things here in some safe that could be of some use on our journey."
52926Tear yourself away from the experience.
52927Her illusion is shattered, just for a moment - you watch, silent, as the emotion falls to the ground, splintering like silvered glass. "...of some use..." such a casual statement, yet even Deionarra SEES, and you hope, just for a moment, you HOPE that she SEES him for what he is... the serpent, the SERPENT...
52928...and your hope dies, as in Deionnara's eyes, the emotion is rebuilt, the slivers being drawn from the ground, the illusion rebuilt, but the slight sliver of pain remains. He thinks you have done something foolish! Yet, you did it for HIM! You must... must make amends, but how?! You must convince him the legacy is unimportant, but it ISN'T, it ISN'T. It's EVERYTHING...
52929Echo: "The legacy, my Love, it... it just has a few things to help you remem-"
52930Tear yourself away from the experience.
52931The scythe of words falls on Deionarra, so quick, so sharp, you cannot follow its arcing path.
52932Echo: "A legacy? The things you do, Deionarra... such... *romantic* gestures. No matter..."
52933Tear yourself away from the experience.
52934No! She... you... Deionarra... you have driven him away again, like you did the night before! You feel the serpent stirring again, reborn, curling around your heart. There is the softest of hisses, yet he does not hear...
52935Echo: "Would... would you wish to leave a legacy, my Love? For yourself... or for anyone you would want to. It might help you remember if you left something for yourself... or for the ones you loved..."
52936Tear yourself away from the experience.
52937The word scythe falls again, terrible and swift. Yet this time, the illusion holds, and the serpent is cloaked. The serpent is cunning, and it shall not reveal itself until it strikes.
52938Echo: "A legacy for myself? Not likely... the things I would leave for myself would not be safe in some advocate's office, Deionarra. But enough of this... I must leave."
52939Tear yourself away from the experience.
52940He is leaving! You must make him remain... and the experience SWIRLS around you, terrible, the spiraling toward the final scene... the QUESTION you... she... wants to ask, don't ask it, Deionarra! Don't ASK IT BE SILENT BE SILENT
52941Echo: "My Love, before you go..."
52942Tear yourself away from the experience.
52943HIS ANGER HIS IRRITATION WHAT *NOW* GIRL WHAT *NOW* YOU MEWLING BANSHEE
52944Echo: "'Before I go'? It looks like I am in no danger of that. Come, Deionarra, can't these questions wait for the morn? There is much-"
52945Tear yourself away from the experience.
52946SHE... YOU... SHE IS DESPERATE DROWNING SAY IT SAY IT SAY IT AND SHE... YOU... SPEAK IT
52947Echo: "Do you *want* me to come with you, my Love?"
52948Tear yourself away from the experience.
52949The rush of emotion dies in your mind. This is the end. The words he... you... are about speak are true, but the truth is not the truth she sees. There are no lies, only cold calculations. Of *course* he wants you to come with him, Deionarra. You understand it clearly, too clearly: He has invested too much in the poor girl to let her go.
52950Echo: "Of course, Deionarra. I would not have asked you to come with me if I did not want your company. You *know* how I feel about you..."
52951Tear yourself away from the experience.
52952There is a cold silence in his mind, then a hissing of a thought, a response sharp and deadly, like a dagger blade. The lie comes swiftly, unburdened by emotion.
52953Echo: "I love you, Deionarra."
52954Tear yourself away from the experience.
52955And you want to SCREAM as you feel the lie wash over her like a RADIANCE, but it is a SHADOW of TRUTH, A SERPENT'S KISS, AND HE MEANS YOU HARM AND SHE CAN'T *SEE* YOU WANT TO CALL OUT BUT SHE IS CRYING WITH JOY EVEN AS - EVEN AS -
52956Cry with joy... with frustration... with joy... with despair...
52957Tear yourself away from the experience.
52958The emotion washes over you, like you are drowning, DROWNING, and you need to speak, you LONG to speak, but you cannot... and...
52959Tear yourself away from the experience.
52960Tear yourself away from the experience.
52961Tear yourself away from the experience.
52962...and you scream, scream as you tear your hands from the stone, bloody tears rushing from your eyes, running in streams down your arms, your hands, to coat the stone. Blood! Her blood! And... you can't WARN her... and you can't stop CRYING...
52963...and you scream, scream as you tear your hands from the stone, bloody tears rushing from your eyes, running in streams down your arms, your hands, to coat the stone. Blood! Her blood! And... you can't WARN her... and you can't stop CRYING...
52964...and you scream, scream as you tear your hands from the stone, bloody tears rushing from your eyes, running in streams down your arms, your hands, to coat the stone. Blood! Her blood! And... you can't WARN her... and you can't stop CRYING...
52965Try and gather your thoughts...
52966Try and gather your thoughts...
52967As much as you want to hurl the memory of the experience from you, you hold it fast, because you know it's important to remember it. It was *you* in that experience... it was Deionarra's experience, but because it was you, your memories flooded you, and you could FEEL both sides at once. Who WERE you? Who was that... that *shade* of you?
52968Turn from the stone, leave.
52969You tear yourself from the experience, but you do with effort - you feel like you are swimming up through an ocean, struggling, *fighting* to reach the surface. You take a deep breath, and your head clears, and you are once again facing the azure blue stone, its surface still and cold.
52970Turn from the stone, leave.
52971And suddenly, Fall-from-Grace is there, and her touch is gentle like silk, and she brushes the tears from your eyes, even as you feel the screams welling up within you. She *shhhhhhs* you, cradling your face through your bloody tears.
52972"I... I... can't... bear it... I... couldn't STOP her, I WANTED to, but I couldn't do *anything*...!"
52973Fall-from-Grace looks into your eyes, and she nods sadly, in understanding. "And that is the nature of *longing.* The desire for that which you cannot change or possess." She studies you, withdrawing her hand, now soaked in your blood. "Will you be all right?"
52974"Yes... yes... I just need a moment..."
52975Widowmaker
52976"Very well..." Fall-from-Grace steps back. "We will continue when you are ready."
52977Take a breath, try and collect your thoughts.
52978Take a breath, try and collect your thoughts.
52979Chad
52980Dagger
52981"Dead Body"
52982Runeblade
52983RUNEBLADE Damage: 1-4 Piercing Special +50% Resistance to Magic THAC0: -4 Speed: 1 Weight: 1 Proficiency: Edged Usable only by Mages Created by a legendary guild of battle mages known as "the Scarlet Seers," these enchanted blades were specifically designed as a defensive countermeasure against opposing spellcasters. The tiny runes etched into the blade are powerful wards that offer the wielder increased resistance against all types of magic. Unfortunately, with its emphasis on magical defense, the weapon's awkward design makes it virtually ineffective in physical combat.
52984Curved Knife
52985Kaarlac's Knife
52986Meat Cleaver
52987Butcherer of Innocents
52988Annah is watching you, terrified. She looks like she wants to step forward, help, but she's paralyzed. "Yeh... are yeh all right...?"
52989"Yes... yes... I just need a moment..."
52990Annah is silent, staring at you, hypnotized. Your blood drips upon the floor, each tear splattering into a crimson circle as it strikes the flagstones of the sensorium. "What did yeh see... what did yeh see in that fiend stone?"
52991"Longing..."
52992Annah frowns, confused, then stares daggers at the sensory stone, as if she's thinking about shattering it. "Aye? I'm longing ta *break* that stone, I am, ta tear yeh up so!"
52993"No... no, I just need a moment, Annah. I'll be fine..."
52994"Montague... I need to speak with you about Juliette."
52995"Montague... I need to speak with you about Juliette."
52996"No... no, I just need a moment, Annah. I'll be fine..."
52997Berrog
52998Pillar of Skulls
52999Tek'elach
53000Thokola Guard
53001Slaver
53002"Pentagram"
53003"Gate Heads"
53004GlobalGT("Mage_Training", "GLOBAL", 0)
53005InParty("Grace") Global("Know_Goncalves_Mage", "AR0611", 1)
53006InParty("Annah") Global("Know_Goncalves_Mage", "AR0611", 1)
53007Global("AR0900_Visited","GLOBAL",1)
53008InParty("Nordom") Global("Nordom_Bolt_07", "GLOBAL", 1)
53009InParty("Nordom") Global("Nordom_Bolt_06", "GLOBAL", 1)
53010InParty("Nordom") Global("Nordom_Bolt_03", "GLOBAL", 1)
53011GlobalGT("Murder", "GLOBAL", 29) Class(Myself, FIGHTER)
53012Begin the sensation.
53013Leave.
53014You touch the stone, but there is no stirring in your mind... it's as if the stone is inert... dead, somehow.
53015Leave the stone alone.
53016As you touch the stone, its green exterior sharpens, clashing, its brightness becoming more than you can bear, so much so you close your eyes to shut it out...
53017Close your eyes, submerge into the experience...
53018Shake off the experience, let go of the stone.
53019Your vision clears, until you are standing once again before the hideously green stone... it looks different than before, more... horrid, somehow.
53020Try and shake off the experience, leave.
53021As you close your eyes, you feel the skin along your arms become numb, as if all sensation is being bled from them. Tired... so tired. You try and blink, yet the darkness remains; your lids feel soft and sluggish, unresponsive. You are sitting on what feels to be a dirt floor, and around you, is the smell of coppery blood and... herbs? Why are you here? You came here to - what? Your memory fails you, but you feel a growing panic beginning to well up within you...
53022Try and get your bearings...
53023Stir yourself from the experience.
53024"Ah... awake now, are you? A-questioning all-a-done?" The voice is an old woman's, thick and scratchy, as if it is trying to force its way past a thick layer of dust. Try as you might, you cannot open your eyes and see the woman, but you feel a shiver of fear. Something is wrong, terribly wrong. You try to respond, but all you can manage is a ragged *croak.* You can't feel your tongue... and your eyes? What's wrong with your eyes?
53025"Ravel? Ravel, it is I!"
53026"Ravel? I have returned."
53027Listen...
53028Stir yourself from the experience.
53029"Now, a-see me you did, a-spoke you did and *poorly,* so the price have you paid, hmnnn?" The crone sounds amused, then her tone drops sharply. "No more of your questions; now you will LISTEN, and you will a-member my words, for in minding me, you shall *live.*" She hisses. "Nod if you hear me, or ANOTHER bit shall I a-take."
53030Nod.
53031Stir yourself from the experience.
53032"A-member me, traveler. A-member me to a stone, one of the pretty glimmers in your Festive hall - use it like a cup, pour what you *feel* into it, and know this: A-member me to a man who wears a skin of scars n' tattoos, who seeks memories but has miss-placed them; if smart he is, he will know the knowing of ME. Tell him to find me - or if I am not to be found, tell him to come to the glimmer-stone, and we shall speak, my precious man and I." The woman pauses, then hisses again. "NOD if you a-hear me, ragged thing!"
53033Nod.
53034Stir yourself from the experience.
53035"Ah... pretty, polite to a-listen so long... when he comes to the glimmer-stone, tell the man to speak my *name,* and your pain shall not have been in vain..." The crone's voice trails off, as if distracted. You try to speak again, but there is only a sick gurgling noise. What happened? Who is this person? Why are you... and you begin to feel yourself slip into unconsciousness...
53036"Ravel! Ravel, it is I!"
53037Stir yourself from the experience.
53038I encountered a horrid stone in the Private Sensorium in the Festhall. It was a ghastly green stone that held an experience of someone at Ravel's mercy, being tortured so that he would carry the experience back to the Festhall... and eventually, to me. In it, Ravel said that I should speak her name if I found the stone, so I did...
53039I encountered a horrid stone in the Private Sensorium in the Festhall. It was a ghastly green stone that held an experience of someone being tortured so that he would carry the experience back to the Festhall... and eventually, to me. The evil old woman in the experience said that should I find this stone, I should speak her name. The maddening thing is I have no idea who the woman is. If I can find her name, I will return.
53040There is silence.
53041"Ravel..?"
53042"Ravel...? It is I, again."
53043Stir yourself from the experience.
53044"Ahhh... my precious man." There is the slow shuffling of feet, and you *feel* a sharp pinprick in your left eye; you gasp, and suddenly, barely, you can SEE - with your one and only eye. You lie in a gray hut, upon a dirty floor, where blood, your bright-red blood has seeped into the surrounding gray dust. Your arms are gone, your legs have been hacked off at the knees. Yet... you feel numbed, and there is no pain... only fear. There is someone above you, someone looking down on you...
53045Look up.
53046Stir yourself from the experience.
53047As you look up through your bloody, blurred vision, you see a horrid bluish gray face, grinning with yellowed tusks. "Ravel is *pleased* - a-wondering I was if this messenger would make it, for *weak* he was when his bits were placed on my plate..." She holds up a talon in front of you, and impaled on the tip of it is an eyeball - the right one. "Yet to the Festive hall he returned it a-seems, and our time two-together has he shared. And now you have come... success!"
53048"Ravel... I have many questions for you."
53049"Farewell, Ravel..."
53050The crone shakes her head, your blurred vision seeing three images at once; her grayish hair is like brambles, drifting down her shoulders. "No, only time for answers does Ravel have, and she has no time to a-waste with your guess-questions. Know this, and in the knowing grow strong: you must FIND me, my precious man."
53051"But how? I do not know-"
53052"I cannot stay, Ravel..."
53053That sensory stone in the Private Sensorium held an experience with Ravel inside it, and I was actually able to speak to her through it, though I don't know how. She told me that I needed to find her, and to find her I would need to "find a door, know the key, and unlock the key." I'm hazy on what she said about each, but I have a suspicion I can return to the stone if I need any more clues.
53054"Tchhh! I am beyond knowing, in a Lady's place. Now shhh-and-a-listen to Ravel, for there is much you must do - to find me, a-three things must you do: find the door, know the key, then *unlock* the key."
53055"Door?"
53056"Door?"
53057"Key?"
53058"Unlock the key?"
53059"Ravel... how am I talking to you, if this is someone else's experience?"
53060"Farewell, Ravel..."
53061"The door is not a finished thing... at least, when I last gazed upon it, hmnnn? But in the passing of time, perhaps now well-wrought it is. Go to the place of forges and steel; perhaps there you will find the door that takes one to me..."
53062"Ravel, I know that the key is a piece of you, but I don't know how to find it- "
53063"What is the key you speak of?"
53064"Unlock the key? What do you mean?"
53065"Ravel... how am I talking to you, if this is someone else's experience?"
53066"Farewell, Ravel..."
53067"The door is a finished thing, and you carry it with you now... very good, very *clever,* my precious man... one part of the finding Ravel do you have..."
53068"Ravel, I know that the key is a piece of you, but I don't know how to find it- "
53069"What is the key you speak of?"
53070"Unlock the key? What do you mean?"
53071"Ravel... how am I talking to you, if this is someone else's experience?"
53072"Farewell, Ravel..."
53073"To KNOW of the key, speak to one of the knowing ones - many there are in the Festive Hall, *many* - yet only ONE there who knows the knowing of what the key is that you need. Loosen his tongue, and many secrets shall a-spill forth..."
53074"Ravel, I know that the key is a piece of you, but I don't know how to find it- "
53075"What door do you speak of?"
53076"What door do you speak of?"
53077"When you say unlock the key, what do you mean?"
53078"Ravel... how am I talking to you, if this is someone else's experience?"
53079"Farewell, Ravel..."
53080"The key is OF me, is it not... knot? Eh..." The crone hisses, as if trying to gather her thoughts, and your vision blurs again. "No picture is it, no tale, no stone, but the key is something of ME, a labor of my own flesh and blood. Seek it! *Lives* it does..."
53081"What door do you speak of?"
53082"What door do you speak of?"
53083"When you say unlock the key, what do you mean?"
53084"Ravel... how am I talking to you, if this is someone else's experience?"
53085"Farewell, Ravel..."
53086"A-knowing the key is NOT enough, so Ravel thinks. Knowing it and unlocking it, two tasks that must be joined... for at times, a thing knows not its nature... but you are no stranger to that..." Ravel cackles, a long, hideous cry that fills your ears with pain...
53087"What door do you speak of?"
53088"What door do you speak of?"
53089"Ravel, I know that the key is a piece of you, but I don't know how to find it- "
53090"What is the key you speak of?"
53091"Ravel... how am I talking to you, if this is someone else's experience?"
53092"Farewell, Ravel..."
53093"Return - I will give what help I can..." Ravel gives a final smile, a horrible, yellow fanged grin; a blackish tongue darts from her lips and lingers at the edge, teasing. "But in the end, only the one question remains..."
53094"What do you mean, Ravel?"
53095Let the experience go...
53096"Only one question, this I ask..." Ravel's eyes blaze like fires, the red light turning her face blood-red. "What can change the nature of a man?"
53098At the question, you feel a tremor pass through, like thunder, and you feel yourself *burn*...
53099Let the experience go...
53100"Of stones and experiences and telling will Ravel do, but not the telling of how she speaks to you now." She speaks soothingly. "Many are the branchings and twistings of Ravel, and many are her *secrets.* I need you, and I need you knowing of this."
53101"What door do you speak of?"
53102"What door do you speak of?"
53103"Ravel, I know that the key is a piece of you, but I don't know how to find it- "
53104"What is the key you speak of?"
53105"When you say unlock the key, what do you mean?"
53106"Farewell, Ravel..."
53107Examine the twigs.
53108Examine the twigs.
53109Examine the twigs.
53110Leave the twigs alone.
53111The twigs are thin, like grasping fingers, and they have none of the black barbs that coat the branches elsewhere in the maze. Other than that, there seems to be nothing remarkable about them.
53112Leave the twigs alone.
53113The twigs are thin, like grasping fingers, and they have none of the black barbs that coat the branches elsewhere in the maze. As you examine them, however, you can feel a magical vibration from them - they are like the faint vibrations you feel in the maze, but they are more insistent, like the wailing of tiny children.
53114Start humming, the same tune Ravel used when she called upon the maze's power.
53115Study the twigs carefully, see if you can determine the nature of the aura.
53116Leave the twigs alone.
53117You examine the twigs carefully; for some reason, you are struck with the feeling that these twigs are being grown for a purpose. They seem to have some magical potential within them, but you can't figure out how to unlock it.
53118Leave the twigs alone.
53119As you begin humming, the twigs suddenly begin twisting within their dead circle, the fingers thrashing, grabbing for something... and you know, instinctively, they are clutching for a black-barbed seed.
53120While humming, throw one of the black-barbed seeds into their midst.
53121"I hope I can find some other seeds... though I have a feeling that Ravel gave me the only ones here."
53122Leave the thrashing twigs alone.
53123While humming, you flick the seed into the mass of branches, and the three twigs twist around the seed with a *crack,* splintering it. The twigs stop thrashing, and you watch as the twigs slowly grow, thickening to become branches. As they grow, the three new branches twist around each other, then with a *crack,* they snap at the base. They roll across the floor, then stop, deathly still.
53124Pick up the three twined branches.
53125Pick up the three twined branches.
53126Pick up the three twined branches.
53127Pick up the three twined branches.
53128You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming very faintly within it. It's obviously magical... but the branches look a little stunted; you're not sure how much power the branch possesses.
53129"I'll just take this, then... it could prove useful."
53130You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming within it. It's obviously magical... and powerful.
53131"I'll just take this, then... it could prove useful."
53132You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming strongly within it, like a heartbeat. It's obviously magical... and powerful. You could *feel* the branch responding to your humming, so much so you were able to encourage its growth as the branches intertwined. A tremendous amount of power lies within the branch... a trace of Ravel's power, perhaps, but mostly your own force of will. You can't help but feel impressed with yourself.
53133Take the branch... *your* branch.
53134Before you is a dead circle on the floor of the maze... no new branches have grown, nor do you think they ever will, now that Ravel has met her end.
53135Leave the circle.
53136This circular plot on the floor of the maze is peculiar in that all the vegetation around it has died, except for three sickly twigs in the center... it looks as if the twigs devoured all the other vegetation around them.
53137Start humming, the same tune Ravel used when she called upon the maze's power.
53138As you begin humming, the twigs suddenly begin twisting within their dead circle, the fingers thrashing, grabbing for something... and you know, instinctively, they are clutching for a black-barbed seed.
53139While humming, throw one of the black-barbed seeds into their midst.
53140While humming, you flick the seed into the mass of branches, and the three twigs twist around the seed with a *crack,* splintering it. The twigs stop thrashing, and you watch as the twigs slowly grow, thickening to become branches. As they grow, the three new branches twist around each other, then with a *crack,* they snap at the base. They roll across the floor, then stop, deathly still.
53141Pick up the three twined branches.
53142You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming very faintly within it. It's obviously magical... but the branches look a little stunted; you're not sure how much power the branch possesses.
53143"I'll just take this, then... it could prove useful."
53144Pick up the three twined branches.
53145You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming within it. It's obviously magical... and powerful.
53146"I'll just take this, then... it could prove useful."
53147Pick up the three twined branches.
53148Pick up the three twined branches.
53149You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming strongly within it, like a heartbeat. It's obviously magical... and powerful. You could *feel* the branch responding to your humming, so much so you were able to encourage its growth as the branches intertwined. A tremendous amount of power lies within the branch... a trace of Ravel's power, perhaps, but mostly your own force of will. You can't help but feel impressed with yourself.
53150Take the branch... *your* branch.
53151"I hope I can find some other seeds... though I have a feeling that Ravel gave me the only ones here."
53152Leave the thrashing twigs alone.
53153Examine the twigs.
53154The twigs are thin, like grasping fingers, and they have none of the black barbs that coat the branches elsewhere in the maze. Other than that, there seems to be nothing remarkable about them.
53155Leave the twigs alone.
53156Examine the twigs.
53157The twigs are thin, like grasping fingers, and they have none of the black barbs that coat the branches elsewhere in the maze. As you examine them, however, you can feel a magical vibration from them - they are like the faint vibrations you feel in the maze, but they are more insistent, like the wailing of tiny children.
53158Start humming, the same tune Ravel used when she called upon the maze's power.
53159Study the twigs carefully, see if you can determine the nature of the aura.
53160You examine the twigs carefully; for some reason, you are struck with the feeling that these twigs are being grown for a purpose. They seem to have some magical potential within them, but you can't figure out how to unlock it.
53161Leave the twigs alone.
53162Leave the twigs alone.
53163Examine the twigs.
53164Leave the twigs alone.
53165Before you is a dead circle on the floor of the maze... no new branches have grown, nor do you think they ever will, now that Ravel has met her end.
53166Leave the circle.
53171This circular plot on the floor of the maze is peculiar in that all the vegetation around it has died, except for three sickly twigs in the center... it looks as if the twigs devoured all the other vegetation around them.
53172Start humming, the same tune Ravel used when she called upon the maze's power.
53173As you begin humming, the twigs suddenly begin twisting within their dead circle, the fingers thrashing, grabbing for something... and you know, instinctively, they are clutching for a black-barbed seed.
53174While humming, throw one of the black-barbed seeds into their midst.
53175While humming, you flick the seed into the mass of branches, and the three twigs twist around the seed with a *crack,* splintering it. The twigs stop thrashing, and you watch as the twigs slowly grow, thickening to become branches. As they grow, the three new branches twist around each other, then with a *crack,* they snap at the base. They roll across the floor, then stop, deathly still.
53176Pick up the three twined branches.
53177You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming very faintly within it. It's obviously magical... but the branches look a little stunted; you're not sure how much power the branch possesses.
53178"I'll just take this, then... it could prove useful."
53179Pick up the three twined branches.
53180You pick up the three-twined branch; it is still in your hands, but you can feel your humming within it. It's obviously magical... and powerful.
53181"I'll just take this, then... it could prove useful."
53182Pick up the three twined branches.
53183Pick up the three twined branches.

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