Ayszel

by **Ayszel** on August 24th, 2014, 4:39 am

Summer 87th, 415 AV
Ayszel
Born and Bred To Expectations

Dhani Appearance
Don't look too hard now, you might not be able to look away.

Full Name: Ossclyashlayszel
Name in Lhavit: Litka of the Blooded Fangs
Race: Dhani, Constrictor
Gnosis: 1 Mark, Caiyha
Gender: Female
Height: 6 Feet,Human;15 Feet, Dhani; 27 Feet, Snake
Eye and Hair: Brown/Black Eyes ; Wavy Black Hair
Snake Species: Rainbow Boa
Model: Bonnie Chen
Worships: Caiyha, Siku, Semele
Lhavit Profession: Research Assistant at Alluvian Academy
Housing: Okomo Estates

Fluent: Snake-Tongue
Poor: Morse Code (Childhood)
Basic: Common

Snake-tongue is the only language she speaks with her family, although she learned common as a Youngling with the other snakelings she was never particularly adept at languages and focused her attentions elsewhere. While playing games with her siblings they used a form of Morse Code to communicate with relative silence through the cave walls.

Her scales are reddish brown and covered in circular black markings. Atop each black circle is a radiant crescent moon shaped red blotch resembling that of an eyelid closing over the many eyes fastidiously tossed along her length. The long parallel black stripes over her head become the long black tendrils of her human hair. Her eyes appear black unless under direct sunlight and her skin is the same dark shade of the Myrians. She is frequently covered in thick colourful make up.

She has a thick broad shouldered build, typical of most Dhani. Her face is wide and plump, with an eternally youthful quality that defies the coldness of her eyes and expression. Having grown up with little to no clothing she prefers to wear as little as possible indoors but bundles up in thick layers in even moderately chilly weather. She prefers iridescent and bold colours. However, she always wears a long sleeve that covers her left arm and shoulder. It hides the beige pebbled glow of a shale arm caused by overgiving. However, there is no way to hide the translucent white spires that erupt from the back of her left shoulder blade, like a icy mountain range.

Gnosis Mark: A tall gnarled Blood Mushroom stretched along the underside of her right arm, its roots tangled in the cave of her armpit. The mushroom was hanging upside down within a cave of stalagmites and stalactites their image reflected in a small pool of water on the rocky floor around her elbow. Its gnarled body was a wash of rough beiges and bright reds. Tiny slugs and bugs could be seen if one looked closely enough. Peering closer one could see the entire mushroom was rife with insect shadows, an entire family hidden from sight and yet integral to the life of the organism and its propagation. The image of the mushroom appeared upside down to everyone else but was completely decipherable to Ayszel, a perfect reminder of the many angles through which a difficulty could be approached and how important educating the viewer and oneself on each other’s views was so integral.

The plant world was the protector, feeder, and home of all the creatures that helped nourish it, as important to the balance as the home itself. A Comet Blood Moth was poised against the stem of the mushrooms while two dew beetles could be seen running along the watery floor, hiding in cubby holes of the cave. A hideaway spider hid among the roots with a pile of ants at its feet. Above the roof of the cave stretching along the top of her shoulder and touching the curve of her neck was a cacophony of colourful flowers including the traditional Firecracker Flowers, Maia berries and Xelma flowers among the various toned greens of herbs.

Marks and Scars

Her left arm is usually the only part of her covered by clothing, a single sleeve. This is to cover the translucent white projections of stone that come from overgiving once as a child. Her skin in sandy along that arm to her forearm making the shoulder extremely stiff and her elbow slow to respond. The area is devoid of sensation.

Snake Appearance

Coloring: Round-bodied and of medium build Ayszel has the broad head of most Boa's. She is soft skinned with the iridescent scales that are her species namesake. She is a reddish brown with three black stripes running parallel over the top of her head. The rest of her body is covered in circular black markings. Atop each black circle is a radiant crescent moon shaped red blotch resembling that of an eyelid closing over the many eyes fastidiously tossed along her length.
Fangs: Rearward Facing
Constricting Technique: Without the massive powerful muscles used to crush prey by their larger brethren the species instead squeezes each time its prey exhales. This stops the lungs from filling and suffocates the prey.
Disposition: Energetic, inquisitive, relatively docile (especially as they age)
Diet: Rodents, birds and lizards
Hunting Preferences/Abilities: Despite being a great swimmer Ayszel avoids swimming and instead prefers to hunt lizards and frogs along the waters edge. Can climb and hunt on low branches.[/googlefont][/size]

Personality
Looks are only skin deep, look beyond the flesh.

Ayszel fancies herself assertive and strong in all regards. She relies on her physical prowess above all else. Her predilection is toward potions that result in physical ailment as opposed to intellectual ailment. She is protective and arrogant to a fault. She considers her actions to be based on loyalty, but in truth it is based far more from an ego-centric self view that contests all endeavors will fail without her. As quickly as she angers she calms, but that doesn't mean forgiveness. She uses her strength for the betterment of others and can be equal parts inspiring, domineering and unsettling. While she makes friends slowly she loves those she makes passionately and eternally. As such she takes perceived betrayal with pronounced disdain and fury. On the contrary, lies between friends hardly phase her. After all, she needn't know all of ones secrets.

Greatest Fear: Being controlled by others/her physical strength being insufficient
Greatest Desire: To be irreplaceable within the nest; To be needed and desired.

Her cognizant goal: To Serve Caiyha
My goal for her: To Create A Land Reclamation/Healing Service in Lhavit (Contractor) With An Adjacent Wildlife Rehabilitation Center.

History

Gnosis Story :

Summer 17th 440 AV

“Oh! Ssstay within sssight!”Her mother’s voice echoed through the green cave formed by the leafy canopy overhead. However, the younglings paid her little heed as they slithered through the ferns. The rainy summer season was upon them and a constant trickle decorated the forest and created a thick slippery mud that coated the groups scales.

Glancing back over her shoulder at their shivering mother Ayszel couldn’t help the tremble of contempt ripple along her long serpentine spine. Their mother fretted about everything, her hands constantly flitting. What made her mother so twitchy and troublesome was of no interest to Ayszel, so much so she hadn’t considered it could be anything other than her nature. As permanent and without true cause as a square was a square and a triangle a triangle, the lessons on djed informing her supposition of character and the nature of the world. She would soon learn of the malleability of djed and the transient nature of identity, but as it stood that moment, a rock was a rock and her mother was a worrier.

One of her sisters had disappeared into the fern before her and Ayszel was quickly on her tail tip. Its brilliant bright blue was easy to spot as it wiggled through green fronds. Hunching down amongst the undergrowth Ayszel scanned the undergrowth, watching it move betraying her sister’s trail. The Ethereal Jaguar moved through the grass…his powerful muscles rippling under his pelt…but yet he was no match for Ayszel…. Ayszel narrated as she froze, her tail shivering with excitement as her lower body curled tight, ready to spring when the green frond movement began to move back toward her.

“AHHH!”

The scream was as torrential as the summer rains and every head rose like a startled herd of prey. They had all heard their mother scream, as frequently as Syna and Leth rose and fell. But this scream was unlike any Ayszel had heard, a hard hysterical edge made her body flex to flee instinctively. The only thing that compared was the muted frightened cries of newly captured slaves, but these were so far removed from Ayszels world their echoes where just that, as faint in her memory as they had been in her ears.

Cisslyi and Ayszels playful fight was instantly forgotten as they slithered through the undergrowth, limbs pressing against trees and roots to hurry their progress. The children gathered, a small crowd, around the sibling from whose lips the scream had emanated.

A dark chasm lay in the earth where the mud had given way into a narrow creek and at the bottom of the chasm lay the shaking serpentine form of Ainssil. Ainssil was the shyest of Ayszels siblings, and hated the expeditions into the jungle, preferring the safety and blissful darkness of homes tunnels. The anxious look that always haunted her eyes was so frightfully similar to her mother’s that in that moment mother and daughter were reflections in time, eyes holding each other so tightly Ayszel wondered if Sfrilsa, their mother, would herself fall into the hole.

“Oh no…oh no no no…” her mother fretted, slithering a pacing line along the edge of the trench. Nearly hysterical, she stared down, her eyes never leaving the eyes of her child.

Slowly, water began to seep into the bottom of the trench creating a thick layer of mud too wet and slippery to easily slink in and out of. Ays glanced up when the brush of her brother’s scales slid against her arm. Paying Ayszel no mind, like the other dozen snakelings and younglings from his mothers womb he addressed only Sfrilsa. He spoke to her calmly and softly. Always. Never losing patience with her. In turn, for at least a moment, her hands would still at her sides and she would resemble other Dhani mothers, cool and confident.

“Ssshh Ssssh Ssfrilsssa…everything will be fine. We’ll get her out.”The back of his hand stroked her arm gently until the choking sobs had dimmed.

“But hoooooow?”She moaned, her voice shaking as much as her body. Raxszil chewed his lip staring at the deep trench. There was no way either of their long heavy forms could slide in without caving in the entire precipice and neither would the Dhani mother risk anymore of her snakelings in the trench.

“We’ll just have to bring the trench to us…” He replied trying to sound confident. To Ayszels ears, he didn’t succeed.

Several minutes had passed explaining the plan to everyone before he was able to take his position at Sfrilsa’s side again. Ayszel knew the role she was to play, he had outlined each responsibility to each youngling carefully. I can do this she gazed down at the long line of sisters and brothers whose faces ranged from delighted eagerness, echoing her own expression, to terror and anxiety on others.

She had never done so much magic at one time before, and never with others. Her stomach fluttered as she closed her eyes searching slowly for the pool of golden liquid in the center of her chest. It was difficult to find and her mother was already laying her djed on either side of the trench, its watery blue depths giving the water it was dragging away from the soil a thick glowing quality. More water seeped in from every edge to replace it but the continual effort that brought beads of sweat to her face kept the small patch of soil on which their sister rested dry enough for the geomancy of her children to work.

Joining the blue and green of the adults the more tentative colours of the childrens res slowly slithered over the earth toward Ainssil. The loamy soil shifted beneath their magic and slowly rose. Like a roiling tumbling sea of earth, a plateau upon which the youngling Ainssil rested, a weeping hunched form born upon it. Ayszel grinned, there is nothing the Dhani can’t do together… she thought.

When the plateau reached their level their mother reached out. Tawny arms clasping the small child in her arms and hauling her off the magical cliff. Everyone’s mouth broke into grateful grins, and pulled the magic awkwardly back within themselves. Ayszels snapping like and elastic band when it was released from its job making her chest ache slightly.

[center]~5 days later~[/center]

The group of volunteers was moving through the undergrowth as silently as they could muster, Ayszel trailing at the back as she usually did, watching the weaving heads of her peers. Zinrah couldn’t survive solely on that which grew and ran beneath the earth. The volunteers of the Hundredth Hole knew this as thoroughly as the Dhani hunters and though their prey didn’t run it fought back with poisonous nettles and other impossible accoutrements.

They carefully mapped natural patches and grew little patches of necessary plants where they could. The jungle was not the tame land of the east where rows upon rows of plants could be grown. Each plant required a delicate niche of microclimates, nutrients and protection and had to be grown in sparse bundles. While this had been taught to every youngling, as a warning to watch where they slithered, today as they parted the long ferns that slid along the high cheekbones of the race, they would all learn the repercussions of this delicate balance.

The familiarity of the place was lost on Ayszel until the long grave of loamy soil came into view. Ayszels memory of the place was so vivid she could almost feel the slivers of magic trickling through the brown earth still. Leaning over to Rixal, the youngling with whom she spent much of her time with during her volunteering hours, she whispered.

“This was where it happened.”

“What?”

“Where Ainssil fell!”Ayszel jabbered excitedly, her face flushed with excitement.

“But…that’s huge!” Rixal replied pale green eyes widening to take in the long ravine which had filled with soil when the plateau had collapsed. Her vibrant red hair curled over her shoulders tightly in the humidity and bounced with the enthusiasm of her voice.

When they had returned five days ago the first thing Ayszel had done was find Rixal’s cave to tell her the story. She couldn’t help but exaggerate the details, telling her instead that it was just her and her mother who had pulled the earth in on itself. Recanting the power she had felt flowing through her palms with such delight that she had Rixal sighing with longing.

“Oh no…oh no…” The murmurs began at the front of the group, slowly moving toward the two girls like the creep of a wave. The sound was so similar to the sound her mother had made on that day that for a moment Ayszel was disoriented enough that she looked at the long pile of earth expecting to see the Ainssil at the bottom of the trench once again. Instead she saw Yvelssetraviel’s mouth had dropped wordlessly. Her short black bob contrasted her paling face sharply as the pink in her cheeks vanished.

“What’s going on?” Rixal whispered into Ayszels ear. Ayszel shrugged glancing about for the danger that must have elicited the sound and the tension that was rising about them but spotted nothing. I’ve never seen her act like this.

“The mushrooms are destroyed…we will need to find another batch soon or we will run out of the balm.” Ayszel overheard her whispering to one of the paid assistants. What mushrooms? What balm? her eyes widened and her face flushed as she willed herself to vanish in the crowd. Her entire family had been foaming at the mouth with excitement when they had returned from the small excursion and she was sure the story was circulating the nest by now. If no one here knew the link yet, they soon would.

“This is bad…” Rixal murmured, she had been on far more collection trips than Ayszel and recognition flickered in her eyes,“Raviel grows Reishi mushrooms here, the herbivores find it so delicious this is the only place she’s been able to find that is damp enough to grow them and that didn’t get devoured.” She explained. Ayszel swallowed painfully slowly as she internalized the damage they had accidentally wrought.

She recognized the name of the plant; it was a muscle soother that the hunters and wrestlers relied on extensively on long hunts. It was one of the few balms the volunteers were allowed any hand in creating because it was needed in such large quantities compared to the rest of the herbs they typically worked with.

“This trench has been growing them for as long as I can remember….I’m not sure where we will get them from now on…” the whispers crept back towards the duo again. The two girls glanced at each other, Ayszels eyes silently begging the other to say nothing.

If only I had known…I could have warned them. But I guess we can never know all the repercussions of our actions. As if that excuses what I’ve done, it doesn’t excuse my actions not to know. the thoughts riled through her head quickly as she tried to make sense of the accident, its repercussions and how much she was to blame. I was only following directions… She sighed heavily, soothed by the warm arm of Rixal around her waist. She smiled, thin lipped through the dense thoughts that played in the back of her mind.

“What about the insects and organisms about? Are they destroyed too?”The crowd’s worries bubbled through the ranks.

The words were a second slap. I hadn’t even thought about that…about the entire network of organisms dependent on the mushrooms… she was still learning the ways in which each part of the jungle was connected, but those delicate connections had been stressed by all members of the nest in their own subtle ways. The connections between family members were as invisible, tenuous, and had ramifications that extended passed what one could see.

“Those mushrooms had been the home of centipedes, ants, and spiders….it was a whole biosystem and we destroyed it heedlessly to save Ainssil…”Ayszel murmured regretfully, “The hunters and wrestlers will be furious with us…” she added, a twinge of selfish shame trembling its way through her core.

“You did what you had to do Ayszel…you can’t beat yourself up. You weren’t even in charge. It’s your mothers and brothers fault.” Rixal replied rubbing Ayszels back soothingly.

“We could have done it more carefully.”The weight on her chest was born from guilt, and as heavy as if Raviel herself sat upon her.

“Perhaps…” Rixal admitted.

The group headed back relatively empty handed, heads hanging as each felt the fury and anxiety of the head herbalist. Each carried a small bag of the other herbs they had managed to collect but each had been preoccupied with the damage to the mushrooms making their hands and eyes dumb.

“We can’t tell them…” Ayszel whispered out of the corner of her mouth, paranoid that someone would over hear them. She had considered it during the intense silence of the search but each time she had approached Raviel she had lost her nerve.

Rixal nodded wordlessly and Ayszel let uncomfortable silence fall between them. She had no doubt that Rixal would never utter a syllable of the story but it wouldn’t stop the spread of the story. By the time they returned, everyone would know. Ayszel dragged behind the group, head bowed. The mocking would be eternal, or at least eternal in the mind of the child.

What if Raviel won’t let me volunteer anymore….I have to fix it. Then it won’t matter why it caved in… she decided resolutely as she vanished in to the dark moist depths of her home.

~That Night~

Ayszel gazed up at the moons white glowing magnificence floating above the cities entrance through a few gaps in the wide jungle trees. The long trunks wavered in the wind of the eternal summer rain storms. Creeping through the tunnels had been easier than she had anticipated, though every trickle and skittering of stones made her jump. …if someone finds me…

Zinrah was as much a part of her as her tail and her finger tips and she moved about its tangled existence with as much thought as she put into moving her fingers. However, as she slid from the entrance she balked for a moment. She had never tread on the soil of the jungle unescorted. As her scales brushed against the still unfamiliar texture of ferns and surface moss she gulped, suddenly worrying that in the darkness if she wouldn’t be able to find the place. It isn’t that far…it can’t be that hard to find… she assured herself.

But as she moved through the haunting arcs of black bows of tree branches her confidence began to falter and she found herself racing faster and faster across the floor the wet tips of ferns whipping her face and leaving it marred by brown and green streaks. Webs caught in her long black hair and stuck to her shoulders.

When she emerged into the small clearing that held the mushroom graveyard she didn’t recognize it until her scales sensed the sudden change in texture of upturned earth. If she had had legs she would have tripped over it, she was so startled. Instead she recoiled in alarm her heart hammering in her ears. Her blood pulsed so loudly she couldn’t hear the loud sounds of the forest about her.

Backing away she gulped painfully. Calm down Ayszel…you’re the predator here…you’ll be fine…you can’t fix this if you don’t keep calm… she chanted to herself. Even as she said it she could feel her Res slipping out between her panicked clumsy fumbling. Taking a deep breath she stilled herself a moment.

I am a snake…

Time stretched out for over an hour as she stilled. Only the gentle rise and fall of her chest betrayed her as a living creature. As still as a snake. As focused as a snake watching its prey. As still as a snake. Her breath slowed and she reached into the depths of the dark stillness within her to find the small puddle of res that lay at her core. Curling up along its bank she touched her fingers to its golden surface.

A small ring formed and moved across the gel as slowly as the rise and fall of her chest. It stuck to her fingers, thicker than blood but thinner than mud. She didn’t dare open her eyes, for fear of breaking the reverie but she could feel the res forming on her fingertips, a gentle golden glow as faint as a matchstick fumbling into life.

She hadn’t thought how she was to pull the soil from the trench without Aquamancy, the mud so thick and heavy it would bring perspiration to even her fathers head to force his will upon it. But the thought didn’t touch the single minded purposefulness of her focus.

Cupping the small puddle within her gently the yellow Res pooled in her hand and slowly trickled out from between her fingers falling onto the thick foliage. Come to me… she murmured into the pool as she slowly slid her body into its depths, bathing her body in its golden expanse. It covered her face first as she dove, her black hair spreading out like Ivys tendrils through it.

Without focus the res pooled out from every pore of her body, seeping from her nose and ears and eyes as she opened them. Bleeding golden tears she focused on the mud before her as res poured through her veins, creating a girl shaped stone magnet please…come to me… she begged. The mud slowly began to wiggle its slithery goopy way toward her body. The earth tugged at itself, desperate to be obedient but, the water lay like a dead thing upon it. The dead weight pulled at her body as tortuously strong as the res that pooled uncontrolled from the well within her.

The knowing dawned on her slowly, all her energy pouring out of her as quickly as the res poured from the spout on her hand. It wasn’t going to work, she didn’t have enough power to pull up the earth alone. Even if she did, it would just fill with the water she was leaving behind. How had Caiyha done it? How had she created such a moist trench so delicately poised on the brink of collapse without it becoming the mudhole she was rapidly turning it into.

I am strong enough! She cursed to herself, but she knew she must be both clever and strong. With that realization she pressed her hands into the soil and forced the Res through the mud. It was softer than moving through pure stone itself but the water blocked her path repeatedly. A bubble of euphoria rose in her throat as she drilled her way through the soil half a meter deep.

Her mouth filled with the taste of copper rich dirt and she gulped for air her lungs burning with the effort. The headaches began as small thuds that echoed through the water of the golden pool until every inch of it swished and swayed disorienting her. A meter from her hand the res trickled away. It was time. She had created a small wall of res in front of her that stretched out half a meter wide and deep. Closing her eyes she threw her hands forward, a gesture that focused her mind into a hard plunge forward, trying to drive the wall of mud away as she turned it into stone from the outside in.

Blood mixed with the pool of gold within her and without her as she pushed. The wall collapsed after only a single moment of the pressure, the force of her mind too strong for her weak skill. The res, half transmuted into stone, fractured uselessly. The health of the nest is more important than any individual Ayszel recalled in the voice of the priestess she had learned it from, though her face was lost into the blur of time. All but the red halo blur that is. Perhaps it truly was love for the nest, perhaps it was the simultaneous pain and euphoria that shuddered through her body, perhaps it was a mixture, but either way the need to fix the grave that she had had a hand in causing was overwhelming. Blackness stretched over her eyes as she collapsed against the cool black soil.

A different coolness, like fresh dew, spread over her shoulders in a long finger-like pattern. Goosebumps rose along her skin and made her scales shiver slightly. Ayszel turned her head slowly, her black hair blinding her peripheral vision. The long nose of a creature gently brushed her shoulder. It was cool and as rough as it was soft. She gently reached to tuck her hair behind her ears to see, too dazed and nauseous to be frightened.

The translucent green of an Ixam leg rested in the ground beside her. Its long head was resting near her shoulder, slitted eyes twitching as it scanned her body. As its gaze roamed her length she was made aware of how numb she was. She could feel nothing. Her arms and legs lay about her in disarray, senseless still from the surge of pain caused by the res.

The creature had the same delicacy and strength of the earth around her and the same quiet vigilance as the jungle when hunters had just recently tread through it. Patient silence stretched between them as Ayszel slowly awoke. Her head ached painfully, throbbing with the pulse of her heart. She tried to raise her head only to feel the earth spin around her.

“Shhh…shhh…”The Ixam whispered through pursed lips resting her cool skin on Ayszel shoulders and pressing her back against the ground. The numbness in her left shoulder was only slowly realized as the pain in her head was eased by the cool press of the creatures jaw. She didn’t dare turn her head to see and risk the nauseating rocking of the world again.

“D-did…it work?”. Her tongue ached, it had been bitten sometime during the process and stung as it flicked against the roof of her mouth. The goddess shook her head even as she smiled faintly. Self deprecation and a deep sense of failure swamped Ayszel so powerfully she rolled over as her stomach heaved, releasing the sour contents of her stomach.

“You have done well dear granddaughter…” Caiyha whispered. She needn’t speak above a whisper, the entire forest spoke for her. The soft whispering sound came to her from all around Ayszel, it spoke softly within her mind, like gentle kisses on her mental wounds.

The Ixam had changed slowly into the moss covered Goddess. She was bare before Ayszel and as tall as the Dhani themselves. Her marbled black body was covered in the rough encrusting moss of the jungle. The Dhani youngling had heard of the goddess before, had even prayed to her on occasion. She knew that the goddess could appear as she wished too, and Ayszel was glad for it, for the image before her was the most soothing she could fathom. The green skin of the Ixam hide had faded until only her fingertips held the purple of its feet and the tips of her lips and nose the green of its scales.

“But I changed nothing…I failed. I wasn’t…I wasn’t-” I wasn’t strong enough…wasn’t strong enough to correct what was wronged… but she couldn’t say the words. She could barely mutter the thoughts. It was what she dreaded the most, the worst thing she ever dreamed…to be weak, truly and utterly weak. The shame that had previously stirred in the pit of Ayzs stomach was overwhelming now, knowing that her Grandmother had born witness to her frailty.

The goddess smiled gently as she gracefully placed herself upon the ground and gently drew Ayszel into her expansive arms. Her lap was soft and warm, like hot sand.“You took responsibility for your mistakes dear child, that is far more important than success.”

“No. It’s not.”Ayszel muttered, more sharply than she intended.

“Ayszel my love….the creatures in this jungle and beyond are my limbs, eyes, and senses. They are all to me and all that is me, and I know how delicately all are balanced. You were trying to save your sister, one who was near and dear to you. I have done the very same, and can not nor will I fault you for that.This jungle is the cradle for your loved ones, damaging it to save them, only puts them at risk in the future. Leaves them resting in an unstable cradle. You know that now, the importance of a home for the creatures within. I have been watching you for many years, my love. You have taken great care of your family and those creatures within my domain. But more important than any one creature is the protection and maintenance of their home for all, and you have used your geomancy for only that, preserving what exists for your people. You had almost given your life last night to repair the home for your family and nest, I have no question that you are now aware of the importance of a home, that you will make a great Witch, a great protector of MY family’s home.”

“Are you ready for this responsibility?”The goddess spoke softly, the words sounding recited and echoing with tradition.

Whether the goddess knew it or not those words appealed to the very essence of Ayszels being. She could not tolerate being disregarded or subverted and her greatest desire was being handed to her. She was to become important, to change the world around her. Changing the very physical presence of plant-life, the house of animals and sentient beings, she was being the given the gift of true unadulterated control.

Perhaps the Goddess knew this, most likely she did, Ayszel thought, in her mind she could not help but grin. I deserve the power, I will do nothing but good with it, nothing but what Caiyha and my nest desire. I will always act with perfection in the serving of her mother Siku and grandmother Caiyha, she vowed as she nodded slightly, head still aching with the repercussion of overgiving.

A small lilting grin drew the corner of Caiyha’s lips upward. The strong will and impertinence of the child amused her but she knew beneath the power hungry thrill that all children felt, maybe even the Dhani children more strongly, was a soul as delicate and sensitive as the web in which she was entrusting this child with.

The grip of the goddess’s hand on her arm this time was much firmer than it had been before. Slowly, colours flowed from her fingertips. Ayszel smiled, watching the cacophony with awe. That is, before the cold slapped her. It began where Caiyhas skin touched hers and moved outward. The cold was as strong and powerful as the pull of res had been. Against her will Ayszel tucked her nose into the curve of Caiyha’s embrace and held her lip between her teeth. When she finally opened her eyes a beautiful mass of colours was stretched along her arm, a triskelion embedded in the cap of the Blood Mushroom.

“Be careful my love, use your gift wisely and with much forethought. Remember today, and you will always remember the repercussions of swift actions.”She cautioned as she slowly lay the Dhani back upon the moss and slipped back into her reptilian form. Ayszel watched the slowly weaving tail move away from her before she looked down at her arm.

A tall gnarled Blood Mushroom stretched along the underside of her right arm, its roots tangled in the cave of her armpit. The mushroom was hanging upside down within a cave of stalagmites and stalactites their image reflected in a small pool of water on the rocky floor around her elbow. Its gnarled body was a wash of rough beiges and bright reds. Tiny slugs and bugs could be seen if one looked closely enough. Peering closer one could see the entire mushroom was rife with insect shadows, an entire family hidden from sight and yet integral to the life of the organism and its propagation. The image of the mushroom appeared upside down to everyone else but was completely decipherable to Ayszel, a perfect reminder of the many angles through which a difficulty could be approached and how important educating the viewer and oneself on each other’s views was so integral.

The plant world was the protector, feeder, and home of all the creatures that helped nourish it, as important to the balance as the home itself. A Comet Blood Moth was poised against the stem of the mushrooms while two dew beetles could be seen running along the watery floor, hiding in cubby holes of the cave. A hideaway spider hid among the roots with a pile of ants at its feet. Above the roof of the cave stretching along the top of her shoulder and touching the curve of her neck was a cacophony of colourful flowers including the traditional Firecracker Flowers, Maia berries and Xelma flowers among the various toned greens of herbs.

“Take care of my caves sweet granddaughter….”The words where the first words she heard in Nura, whispered into the crevices of her consciousness from the depths of the jungle.

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~At Home~

[googlefont=Raleway]She hadn’t been allowed in her Mothers nest since she was a snakeling but it was here she was lain by her brother, her head lolling in sleep. It was a long restful dreamless sleep and when Ayszel awoke, though her body and mind ached as one would after a wrestling match and too much spirits a warm sense of happiness clung to her.

However, with the dawn of consciousness, and the help of her mother’s body length long mirror Ayszel realized that with the gift of Caiyha’s mark upon her right arm had come a price for her efforts. The numbness was neither from exhaustion nor from the cold but the heaving sharp mountains that had erupted from her body when she had lost control of the res.

Beginning at the back of her left shoulder sharp white peaks of mountainous spear-head like projections aimed out from her back. From them an ash-like textured shale crept down her arm to her elbow where it began to fade into a soft bark brown and halting halfway down her forearm. While her elbow bent with only vague stiffness her shoulder moved only with intense concentration, partially immobilized by the transformation of some of the underlining bone into stone. The pale grey ash continued down her back, several of her upper vertebrae had formed into small river-washed pebbles. She ran her hand over the mess of what was once her body.

I am ruined…marked forever as weak… the thought made her legs shake as the devastation crept out from her stomach. A sly yellow monster whose wide gaping mouth threatened to swallow her whole. No…No…No… She moaned to herself, as she gazed at the fragile form before her brought to its knees by the sheer weight of the devastation.

“Ayszel?”A voice in the doorway called to her softly.

But she couldn’t hear the sound over the sound of her own anguish. A gentle hand lifted the damaged limb and slid a thin light fabric sleeve over it. Along the edge was a cord of gold rope. The sight drew her out of her misery for a moment, reminding her of the golden liquid that had caused the devastation.

She wanted to rip it from her; burn it, mutilate it, tatter it. A leather band was slid between her faintly budding breasts and across her pebbly back, a thin layer of texture settling across the stretch of her back and secured underneath her right arm. This time when she looked up from the gold cord he caught her mother’s sad warm eyes.

“You are beautiful….”She whispered, tucking a strand of damp black hair behind her ear and running a thumb along her cheek, still round and plump with baby fat. The grin that followed was as radiant as Syna herself. Her first piece of clothing was firmly secured to her body, hiding all but the sharp btranslucent projections from her shoulder blade. Without the hideous white wrinkled surface her right arm glowed with Caiyha’s mark.

“Yes….I am beautiful…and special…” as she tentatively ran a hand over the moving ink of the goddesses touch,“I am beautiful in Caiyha’s eyes…”Her mother winced, but Ayszel was too infatuated with the mark upon her arm to notice the emotions of others.

Reimancy Initiation :

People

Raxszil :

-Tsuskee: Geomancer Partner at Work
-Xen
-Lhavit: Oishi, Kystrel, Himlitt, Okomo Proprieter, Bennar[/style]

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by **Ayszel** on August 24th, 2014, 5:07 am

Skills

I can't think on any more quotes. So. Rhubarb

Physical

Skill	Experience	Total	Level
Singing	2	2	Novice
Endurance	2	2	Novice
Swimming	1	1	Novice

Mental

Skill	Experience	Total	Level
Herbalism	10SP	10	Novice
Medicine	5SP	5	Novice
Geology	5SP,2	7	Novice
Poison (Fungus, Roots, Lumbricida)	10RB	10	Novice
Philtering	5SP	5	Novice
Architecture	2	2	Novic
Philosophy	2	2	Novice
Observation	2, 5, 2	9	Novice
Investigation	3, 4, 1	8	Novice
Intelligence	1	1	Novice
Research	2	2	Novice
Meditation	1	1	Novice
Teaching	1	1	Novice

Social

Skill	Experience	Total	Level
Leadership	1	1	Novice
Negotiation	5	5	Novice
Interrogation	1, 2	3	Novice
Intimidation	1	1	Novice
Seduction	1	1	Novice
Socialization	3, 5, 1	9	Novice
Rhetoric	2, 1, 1	4	Novice

Arcane

Skill	Experience	Total	Level
Reimancy (Earth)	25 SP, 3	28	Novice
#	-	-	-
#	-	-	-

Spells

Spell	Number of Times Used	Important Info	Links
Flowstone	1	Multitasking: Layers, Gypsum, Flow, Identity	Mind over Rock
#	-	-	-
#	-	-	-

Rocks	Number of Times Used	Important Info	Links
Limestone	1	Natural form of her res	Mind over Rock
Gypsum	1	Low Density, Creating Flowstone	Mind over Rock
#	-	-	-

Focus - In Order

Skill	Total	Level
Primary Focus	Skill	Goal	1 focus thread a season
Botany	0	26	Novice
Geology	7	50	Novice
Research	2	50	Novice
Secondary Focus	Skill	Goal	Present in 1 thread a season
Philtering	5	50	Novice
Reimancy (Earth)	28	50	Novice
Poison (Fungus, Roots, Lumbricida)	10	26	Novice
Gardening	0	26	Novice
Medicine	5	26	Novice

Lores
I can't think on any more quotes. So. Rhubarb.

Flora

Lore of Zinrah Mushroom Identification

Fauna

One
Lore of Zinrah Salamander Species
Fargholian Cattle: Origins, Uses, and Appearance
Seahorses: Appearance and Uses

Culture and Peoples.

Location: The Scenery
Snaxon: Dungeon Mistress of the Scenery
Snaxon: Viper Dhani
Sacred Rules of the Scenery
Raydon: Kelvic Slave at the Scenery
Konti: All Women
Konti: Aquatic Race
Location: The Distillery
The Lack of Understanding Zinrah has for the struggle that is Geomancy
Tsuskee: Zinrah Architect and Reimancer
Having a Strangely Intimate Moment with Skee

Geomancy.

Basics of Zinrah Geology: Ultrabasic Stone and Limestone and Serpentinite as you get deeper within the tunnels
The Necessity of Geological Knowledge to correctly sync your Geomancy with current Rock Formations
Speleotherms: Formations made through long term water movement within rock formations
Types of Speleotherms: Stalactite, Stalagmite, Columns, Flowstone, Drapery, Straws[
Geomancy Technique: Keeping Rock Types, Helpful for Replicating Forms int he Future
Flowstone: Easier to Make if you follow the natural formation the minerals would undergo, yet still requires extensive layering to perfect
Combining Res in Order to Complete a Project

Other

The Concept of BDSM
Being the Dominant
Dhani Lullaby: Hush Little Snakeling
Paper from Aenbult Reeds

by **Ayszel** on August 24th, 2014, 5:07 am

Possessions
Nothing is worth having if you don't know how to use it

~I listed those belongings in her house in the room it is found in.~

Survival Equipment

1 Waterskin
1 Backpack
Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel
Bedroll
Tent (1 Person) -LOST IN TRAVELS

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Reimancy Supplies

Jewelry Box - Wood Box with a leather interior. It has several feathers within to help cushion as any other fabric would mold in the moist environment. Holds the rocks which Ayszel uses to create different substances, a reference for a sense of identity.

Books

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Purchase	Description
Magic and I	Description in the Wiki
Just Stay Home: A Travel Journal	Description in the Wiki
Mum's Guide to Lhavitian Staples	Lhavitian Cookbook

Household Supplies

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Watercolor painting of a seahorse
Kohl (1oz.)
Rouge (1oz.)
Face Paste (Red)
Face Paste (Blue)
Face Paste (Green)
Small Brush
Detail Brush
Each in one of 10 4 oz. clay Jars
Soap
Razor
Comb (Bone)
Brush (Bone)

Clothing

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Yellow linen Apron

Heirloom

Family Almanac

Begun by her great grandmother the family Almanac is a collection of folklore, recipes (both food and otherwise), rough maps of harvesting sites, and other knowledge. Several hundred years old and prone to the degradation powers of the humid jungle air many pages are completely illegible. As the land has changed over the years many of the harvesting locations are no longer accurate and often the recipes are incomplete or so damaged that only small parts are distinguishable. However, Ayszels great grandmother was an avid artist and herbalist making the book a relatively accurate field guide to the plants in the domain...if one can make sense of the order and menagerie of erroneous notes made in the margins.

Ayszels mother on the other hand was a talentless philterer and though some of her directions and recipes have been edited and corrected by Ayszels most beloved and dead sister, Myztriss, there are many within the book that are so incorrect the repercussions could range from an ineffective product to explosions. Each member of the family had their own wax seal designed to stamp when they make their own notes/recipes in the book. Ayszel has yet to make one.

Some Contents :

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by **Ayszel** on November 13th, 2015, 5:03 am

Ledger
Money, Honey

Ledger :

Purchase	Cost	Total
Starting	+100 GM or +33 Bikka	100 GM
Herbalist Kit	-20 GM	80 GM
Simple Brazier	-5 SM	79.5 GM
Iron Pot	-5 SM	79 GM
Retort	-50 GM	29 GM
Cheesecloth	-1 GM	28 GM
Quill	-5 CM	27.95 GM
Bronze Scale	-2 GM	24.95 GM
Mesh Bag (x30)	-1 GM	23.95 GM
Jar 4 ounce (x10)	-1 GM	22.95 GM
Jar 6 ounce (x10)	-6 GM	16.95 GM
Jar 10 ounce (x2)	-20 SM	16.75 GM
Basket Large, Common (x2)	-3SM (x2)	16.15 GM
Jewelry Box	-2GM	14.15 GM
Kohl (1oz.)	-1 SM	14.05 GM
Rouge (1oz.)	-1 SM	13.95 GM
Face Paste (Green) 1oz	-1 SM	13.85 GM
Face Paste (Blue) 1oz	-1 SM	13.75 GM
Face Paste (Red) 1oz	-1 SM	13.65 GM
Small Brush	-1 SM	13.55 GM
Detail Brush	-5 SM	13.05 GM
Bedroll	-1 SM	12.95 GM
Tent (1 Person)	-2 GM	10.95 GM
Winter 514 AV Seasonal Expense (Common)	-135 GM	-124.05 GM
Work Pay (12GM per day)	~1080 GM	955.95 GM
White Scales x 4	-4 GM	951.95 GM
Blood Wine x 1	-5 SM	951.45 GM
White Scale x 4	-4 GM	947.45 GM
White Scale x 4	-4 GM	943.45 GM
Magic and I	-20 GM	923.45 GM
Just Stay Home: A Travel Journal	-20 GM	903.45 GM
Teaspoon x3	-3CM	903.42 GM
Cup, 3 oz x4	-1 SM	903.32 GM
Sugar Jar, 6 oz	-6 CM	903.29 GM
Chipped Tea Pot	-7 CM	903.22 GM
Sugar (1/2 pound)	-50 SM	902.72 GM
3 Gallon Tanks (x3)	-6GM x 3 = 18 GM	884.72 GM
5 Gallon Tanks (x5)	-9GM x 5 = 45GM	839.72 GM
Net (10sq. Feet)	-2GM	837.72 GM
Toolkit, Soapmaking	-50 GM	787.72 GM
Toolkit, Mapmaking	-50 GM	737.72 GM
Wood crate (6 cubic feet)	5CM x 6 = -30CM	737.42 GM
Spring 515 Seasonal Expense (Common)	-135 GM	602.42 GM
Leopard Bred Horse x 2 (Bought in Falyndar)	-70GM (x2) = 140GM	462.42 GM
Pack Saddles x 2	-5GM x 2 = 10GM	452.42 GM
Saddle Bags (Large) x 4	8GM x 4 = 32GM	420.42 GM
Halter x 2	1SM	420.22 GM
Selling House	+500GM	920.22 GM
Leopard Bred Horses x 2 (Sold in Lhavit & Travel Stuff Bought	70 GM (x2), 10GM, 32GM =182GM (I just added these so there was a reasonable story as to how she got all her stuff from Zinrah to Lhavit when the location closed.	1102.22GM
Buying House	-500 Kina	602.22 Kina
Garden Expansion 10 sq. feet	85 kina	517.22 Kina
6 table forks	(1cm x 5=5cm)	ADDED BELOW
6 table forks	(1cm x 5) =6cm	ADDED BELOW
1 Quart Violet Pitcher	2 gm	ADDED BELOW
6 Blue Glass Goblets	6sm x 6 =36sm x 2= 72sm	ADDED BELOW
Blue Glass Vase	5gmx2=10gm	ADDED BELOW
Bread knife x 1	1cm	ADDED BELOW
Butter knife x 6	6 cm	ADDED BELOW
Table knife x6	6cm	ADDED BELOW
Cooking pot (clay), Gallon	3sm	ADDED BELOW
Dish 7” x6 (pale blue glazed clay)	18 cm	ADDED BELOW
Bowl 7” x6 (white glazed clay)	18 cm	ADDED BELOW
Soup spoon x6	6cm	ADDED BELOW
Rolling pin	2sm	ADDED BELOW
Tongs	2sm	ADDED BELOW
Chair, average x6	42sm	ADDED BELOW
Cupboard, average	2gm	ADDED BELOW
Shelf set, average	5sm	ADDED BELOW
Bookcase, average	8gm	ADDED BELOW
Cooking Book	50gm	ADDED BELOW
Bed, poor	1gm	ADDED BELOW
Table, good	3gm	ADDED BELOW
Yellow linen Apron 3sm	-89.51	427.71 Kina
Fall 515 Seasonal Expense (Common)	-135 GM	292.71 Kina
Spotted Raccoon	-3 kina	289.71 Kina

Housing
Home is where the heart is...

Location: Lhavit, Okomo Estates

The cottage sits on the edge of the Okomo meadows where the rest of the Okomo Estates lies. It has a view of the ocean from the skyglass garden and the sprawling city of Lhavit over the other mountaintops as most of the cottages here do. The cottage is built from the pale red sand of the sea and twinkles with embedded seashells and scales.

Like many buildings in the city the small cottage is topped with hardened cypress-bark giving it a darker and warmer interior, perfectly suited for a Dhani and fortunately moderately cheaper than the glass or skyglass domed buildings. The floor is a warm coloured wood covered with braided reed mats. All the interior structures are made of wood or stone as is typical in Lhavit. The carvings of this particular building are primarily the Okomo and other antlered animals of the mountains although the banisters have some very impish looking carved squirrels running up them.

The front has a short pathway running to the door with a small raised flowerbed trough on either side that are empty at the moment. Behind the cottage is a moderate sized greenhouse with wooden floors a slightly raised flower bed on one end and waist height table lining half of the wall on the other side for potted plants. There are dozens of hooks attached to the low lying ceiling. The small greenhouse is made of skyglass and stays moderately warm all year round. Just within the cottage from the back is a stone fireplace and hearth with a cooking pot inside. Above it is a small humble mantle on which several candles are placed in honour of the three godesses; Siku, Caiyha and Semele. Above them, pinned clumsily to the wall is a watercolour painting of a seahorse.

Like most floors in Lhavit there are mats of braided reeds on the floor that create a gentle shushing noise when walked along. The entire place is only one room and one floor with a short narrow ladder that leads to an abbreviated "upstairs" which hosts the bed, giving the occupant some privacy. Here, Ayszel has hung a white curtain to exaggerate the privacy.

Inside this curtained area is a flat hard wooden bed, her preference when sleeping in her Dhani or snake form. Beside the bed is a small table and chair with withered stubs of candles where she does her philtering and work. A chest sits at the end of her bed holding her soapmaking and philtering supplies and a small shelf lies across from it on the wall on which her small collection of books resides.

The rest of the cottage is a cramped little area containing a table with six wooden chairs, a blue glass vase in the center. A small cabinet is beneath the lifted bed are housing the tableware and cooking supplies and a bookshelf sits beside the fireplace with an assortment of clay containers holding herbs and ingredients.

PETS
Name: Keesha
Species: Spotted Raccoon
Colour: white with black spots and blue eyes
Appearance: Slightly larger than a regular raccoon, enjoys the water and has webbed toes.
Personality: Young and incredibly playful Keesha enjoys climbing the beams stretching over the ceiling. However, she also likes to get into the plants and so Ayszel has to keep the back door closed. She begs for food from strangers, knowing Ayszel will scold her away from the table. She likes to climb onto strangers shoulders if she feels she is being ignored. She loves cuddles and brushing, and basically anything that involves attention.

Garden :

Bedroom :

Kitchen Area :

Old Location :

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by **Ayszel** on November 13th, 2015, 5:05 am

Threads
Actions Determine How We Will Be Remembered...

Winter 515 AV

2nd: Red Lights Gold: Reminiscing about the events at the Red Lantern on the first.
3rd: Soap: The Great and Terrible Journey of the Bubble: Learns to make soap.
4th: Wacked by a Wicked Wick: A Candle is Born: Learns to make candles.
5th: When Work Leaves the Lab...[Work Thread 1]: Joins Kystrel in the fields with the Okomo to help her friend construct more shelters in the field for the Okomo so they can spend more time in the field.
7th: From Wind Reach, With Love - IN PROGRESS
8th: Work Thread 2: Bat thread with Blackwing - collects guano.
9th: Night Dress: Of A Different Kind: Volunteers at the catholican: Makes a tincture of benzoin and makes soaps for the patients. Goes around with the night shift doctor to bathe patients and apply new bandages and medications.
11th: Becoming Syna: Bharani library research to find a way to make light for plants that will allow them to grow. Learns that some chemicals produce different types of light. Thinks maybe these will produce the type of light needed by plants.
12th: Syna of the Soil: Sets up an experiment to figure out a way to provide light to the plants.
19th: Work Thread III: Writes up work proposal for reclamation research [Work Thread]
20th: Research at library. Researches about fertilizer and the different requirements of plants. Takes notes and goes home to try making different fertilizers.
21rst: Makes "Just Batty Fertilizer", learns to use her gnosis to sense what the plants need most. Gives this to the Zinrah mushrooms. (& common one)
22nd: Makes Beautiful Beast Fertilizer. (starter plant)
23rd: Makes Misanthropic Mojo. (water plant)
24th: Makes Simply Solla and delivers some to her place. Also asks if she gets wind of a gardening or herbalism book to let her know. (roses)
26th: Research at the library on geology in lhavit: Makes notes. Meets the kids in the library and is talking to one of them that like most kids collects pretty rocks in his pockets during the summer and has quite a collection. Ayszel asks to see it and offers him money for them. He says no but his mother scolds him and says yes and Ayszel collects a sampling of common rocks in Lhavit. Goes home to practice making them.
27th: Care for own garden - creates a microcosm of Lhavitian plants in one corner. Uses lava paraelement to create a "mountain" and uses reimancy to create layers of different rocks to resemble Lhavitian mountains. Method of learning. Plants Lhavitian plants and senses what they need over several days. (every 5 days).
28th: Snow, the Gift that Keeps on Giving - IN PROGRESS
29th: Posted Notice for Club
30th: Plates the bacteria 'White Death', learning what is necessary for its growth. Gives insight into how it works - grows in guano. maybe can see what impedes growth by treating these instead of catching bats. pitches to Kystrel.
39th: First meeting of the Herbatorium Club.

Autumn 515 AV

Ayszel is forced to settle in Lhavit because of the snow and cold. She makes a promise to Semele, Caiyha and Siku, inscribed with wounds on her side , that she will never use her powers for any city but Zinrah or for anyone except in service of the goddesses. She disguises herself as a Myrian named Litka of the Blooded Fangs to avoid recognition of herself as a dhani. This creates a divide in her psyche that doesn't allow her to access her res and in her human form she is unable to use reimancy. She is hired as a research assistant to study White Death on Lhavitian White-Nosed Bats because of her gnosis. A landslide happens on Zintia peak inspiring Ayszels own research into land reclamation and succession after a destructive event like this.

40th: The Oneiric Season - AWARDS: In Progress
42nd: The World Wants to be Deceived I... - AWARDS: In Progress
42nd: The World Wants to be Deceived II... - IN PROGRESS
43rd: Catechismal Interview - AWARDS: In Progress
50th: The Earth and Under: Sculpting an Icon - IN PROGRESS
86th: Hot Rocks - IN PROGRESS
87th: Ecology Quakes - IN PROGRESS
88th: Ayszel Spreads Her Wings in Lab - AWARDS: In Progress
88th: Ayszel Spreads her Wings in Lab II- AWARDS: In Progress
89th: Cooking for the Soul I - IN PROGRESS
89th: Cooking for the Soul II - IN PROGRESS

Summer 515 AV

Ayszel travels through Jungle and Kalea, looking for a new home and trying to escape her hurt and loneliness.

~NO PLAYING~

Spring 515 AV

Ayszels life in Zinrah and her exploration of her budding adulthood. However, everything goes wrong when she catches her best friend entangled with her work partner. She felt betrayed and rejected by her best friend and a tremendously vicious fight between them ensued. Ayszel was chased out of Zinrah by her best friends hatred.

2nd - 24th - Salamanders in the Sluice
6th-11th - In the Jungle
55th - Test of Wills - Rhyus and Ayszel go up against a bully.
76th - The Power of Permission - Ayszel Visits The Scenery To Explore Power and Her Sexuality For the First Time. AWARDS: Philosophy +2, Observation +2, Socialization +3, Rhetoric +2, Investigation +3, Seduction +1, Intimidation +1, Intelligence +1, Interrogation +1
77th - Damasked Charoda Chatter - Ayszel parts with her Miza to befriend some Charoda traders and acquires her first books. AWARDS: Socialization +5, Observation +5, Investigation +4, Negotiation +5, Interrogation +2, Rhetoric +1, Research +2, Singing +2.
77th Night - Work Thread I
80th - Fury to the Marrow of his Bones... - IN PROGRESS

Winter 514 AV
Mind over Rock - Learning about speleothems and repairing damage to them caused by younglings. AWARDS: Architecture 2 XP, Endurance 2 XP, Geology 2 XP, Investigation 1 XP, Leadership 1 XP, Meditation 1 XP, Observation 2 XP, Reimancy 3 XP, Rhetoric 1 XP, Socialization 3 XP, Swimming 1 XP, Teaching 1 XP.

Dhani Pillars: When the World Falls - Ayszel attempts to help clean up after the collapse and lets her hero complex gets the best of her. AWARDS: In Progress

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