talking gemstones
It is just before dawn, in the quiet of the night before the world begins to awaken. The animals of Novus are asleep and it appears the mountain is asleep as well. Aside from the sounds of the footsteps of the nocturnal animals rustling through the fallen snow, the mountain is eerily quiet this morning. The wind is calm, not whistling through the barren trees at the base of the mountain. There is no sound of insects, of birds, or of animals.
The path that leads up the mountain has been freshly plowed by something unknown, making way for all those that wish to come up to its peak to pray. The path is marked, lit with small torches of fires as they guide Llewelyn through the forest at its base and all the way up through the snow-capped top.
Along the path, there is a steady thrumming of magic, something that cannot be seen or heard. It can only be felt as a sense of mystery, of need. It pulls at Llewelyn, drawing her towards the peak of the mountain without any real answers as to why it pulls her there today. That feeling guides her up the mountain, constantly pulling at her thoughts, her feelings, until she comes to the peak of the mountain.
Upon arrival to the peak of the mountain, Llewelyn will discover that the snow-capped mountain has carved away a small clearing that appears to carve through the mountain itself. The path opens to flooring made of marble and alabaster. There is a magnificent room lit with fires that hang from the ceiling. Thick alabaster and stone columns hold up the ceiling and are covered in a flowering ivy, something that should not be so green so high up the mountain. But despite the things that grow here when they should not, the temple is beautiful. It is comfortable and warm, inviting even.
But that feeling is still there, still calling out to Llewelyn, guiding her through the opening of the temple and towards something hidden in a back room. And as that feeling of magic draws her into the back room, something changes. The temperature is no longer warm because of the fires lit to guide her path. The temperature plummets, almost as if this temple has been visited by something not of this world.
And when Llewelyn get to the back room, she is greeted by a copper basin that holds a green fire. It flickers in the early morning light, just as the sun is coming up and over the horizon. It beckons for the mare to come closer, almost as if it is pulling an invisible string attached to her. As she gets but a few feet away, that is when things begin to get eerie.
A sudden wind whips through the temple, the temperature plummeting to well below freezing. All the fires within the room are put out, the room enveloped into darkness. Llewelyn is left standing there alone, wondering just what she is witnessing. Is it just the anger of the wind, or is it something more…something greater?
And then, the green fire erupts again, flickering life and light back into the room. And when the fire flickers to life, it is not the only thing to come alive. The small rubies upon Llewelyn’s horn begin to glow softly. They reflect the green light but even more so, they begin to whisper. It is hard to say what her jewels are saying, for they say many things and yet nothing at all. They speak of what has happened and what is to come. They speak of hope and despair. The whisperings continue until suddenly, they are silent and the green fire in the copper basin goes out. Llewelyn is left standing there alone with only the strange whispers to keep her company. What will she do with what she has seen today. Will she be reminded of her duty, of her life here in Novus? Will she ignore the whispers and the callings, or will she embrace them and use them? It is up to her now, to determine how she uses the gifts that the Gods have bestowed upon her this very morning.
The path that leads up the mountain has been freshly plowed by something unknown, making way for all those that wish to come up to its peak to pray. The path is marked, lit with small torches of fires as they guide Llewelyn through the forest at its base and all the way up through the snow-capped top.
Along the path, there is a steady thrumming of magic, something that cannot be seen or heard. It can only be felt as a sense of mystery, of need. It pulls at Llewelyn, drawing her towards the peak of the mountain without any real answers as to why it pulls her there today. That feeling guides her up the mountain, constantly pulling at her thoughts, her feelings, until she comes to the peak of the mountain.
Upon arrival to the peak of the mountain, Llewelyn will discover that the snow-capped mountain has carved away a small clearing that appears to carve through the mountain itself. The path opens to flooring made of marble and alabaster. There is a magnificent room lit with fires that hang from the ceiling. Thick alabaster and stone columns hold up the ceiling and are covered in a flowering ivy, something that should not be so green so high up the mountain. But despite the things that grow here when they should not, the temple is beautiful. It is comfortable and warm, inviting even.
But that feeling is still there, still calling out to Llewelyn, guiding her through the opening of the temple and towards something hidden in a back room. And as that feeling of magic draws her into the back room, something changes. The temperature is no longer warm because of the fires lit to guide her path. The temperature plummets, almost as if this temple has been visited by something not of this world.
And when Llewelyn get to the back room, she is greeted by a copper basin that holds a green fire. It flickers in the early morning light, just as the sun is coming up and over the horizon. It beckons for the mare to come closer, almost as if it is pulling an invisible string attached to her. As she gets but a few feet away, that is when things begin to get eerie.
A sudden wind whips through the temple, the temperature plummeting to well below freezing. All the fires within the room are put out, the room enveloped into darkness. Llewelyn is left standing there alone, wondering just what she is witnessing. Is it just the anger of the wind, or is it something more…something greater?
And then, the green fire erupts again, flickering life and light back into the room. And when the fire flickers to life, it is not the only thing to come alive. The small rubies upon Llewelyn’s horn begin to glow softly. They reflect the green light but even more so, they begin to whisper. It is hard to say what her jewels are saying, for they say many things and yet nothing at all. They speak of what has happened and what is to come. They speak of hope and despair. The whisperings continue until suddenly, they are silent and the green fire in the copper basin goes out. Llewelyn is left standing there alone with only the strange whispers to keep her company. What will she do with what she has seen today. Will she be reminded of her duty, of her life here in Novus? Will she ignore the whispers and the callings, or will she embrace them and use them? It is up to her now, to determine how she uses the gifts that the Gods have bestowed upon her this very morning.
On her way to Veneror, @Llewelyn will find herself in an otherwordly situation. Perhaps it’s the gods, or perhaps it’s simply the supernatural.
But whoever is manipulating the mountain has also brought her here. As she stands before the altar the basin of fire will roar to life, and the rubies decorating her horns will glow.
But what are those voices she hears, and what are they saying? Are they coming from her horns?
What is going on here?
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But whoever is manipulating the mountain has also brought her here. As she stands before the altar the basin of fire will roar to life, and the rubies decorating her horns will glow.
But what are those voices she hears, and what are they saying? Are they coming from her horns?
What is going on here?
How to tag this account: @*'Random Events' without the asterisk!
Once you respond, you may post to claim the quest EXP
This quest was written by the lovely @Zombie.
Enjoy!
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