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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 4951516" data-attributes="member: 2323"><p><strong>[PLAIN][Realms #489] The Threnodies[/PLAIN]</strong></p><p></p><p>"Should we perhaps conclude our mission, then, before seeking Karak?" Maleko asked and Ayremac looked at him incredulous.</p><p></p><p>"It was you who suggested that we side-track to find him in the first place," the half-celestial sputtered. "And you've so quickly changed your mind?" Maleko nodded, unperturbed.</p><p></p><p>"It occurs to me that we're very close to a major goal," the elf explained. "So... maybe we should take care of the business at hand and get to the God Isles before attacking the Mind Flayers."</p><p></p><p>"I agree with Maleko," Del said. "I think it's probably best if we don't go off side-tracking now in search of this Karak. For Morier to have been so steadfast in his mission up until now, only to deviate at this point... well... It just makes more sense to carry on with our current direction. Let's move on and continue in our quest." Ayremac sighed.</p><p></p><p>"We have strode this road for so long, Morier, you for longer then any other," the Officer of Umba observed and fixed his emerald eyes on the eldritch warrior. "I think that you will need to make the final decision." Morier considered for the space of two heartbeats and then nodded.</p><p></p><p>"Once we have taken care of the business at hand would be a more appropriate time to go in search of Karak," he said with conviction. "And I will lead that expedition at that time if any of you choose to come. But for now, let us move toward the God Isles quickly... at least as quickly as one can do anything in this place." Ayremac seemed relieved to hear that and nodded his acceptance of this decision.</p><p></p><p>"I have to say I agree," he said. "We have no way of knowing how long we have been here... the Astral is a funny place when it comes to time. What seems like days to us here, could be weeks... possibly months or years from the stories I have heard. I think the sooner we join the body and heart, the better."</p><p></p><p>"Very well," J'ann said with a nod. He gestured toward the door. "I'll escort you to the Tower of Song. We can pick up the others on the way."</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>From the outside, the Tower of Song looked much like any keep common to the Prime, with a high curtain wall topped by crenelated battlements and a single massive gate consisting of a pair of heavy doors. Unlike the rest of Discord, the fortress seemed planned and not cobbled together from bits of debris. Its walls were of a brilliant white stone perfectly cut and fitted so that there was barely a seam between blocks. The whole place seemed the hum as they approached and that single low note jumped in volume once J'ann sang a brief melody and the great wooden valves opened before them.</p><p></p><p>The inside of the place was a riot of whirling colored lights and glittering mirrored surfaces. A complex, buzzing melody was playing from somewhere within; to Maleko it sounded like the upright guitars favored by the nomads of the Sind Desert. And as they stepped into the hall it settled into a throbbing melody accompanied by deep, echoing drums. A chorus of voices sang down in harmony from numerous niches that lined the high walls. Buommans dressed in brightly-colored costumes gyrated there and sang:</p><p></p><p><em><p style="text-align: center">"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?"</p><p></em></p><p>The song went on, carried by dozens of voices and filling the hall with resonance. The lyrics were only half-sensical, making references to things and people of which none in the group had ever heard. By the time they reached the inner doors at the far end of the hall, the song had settled into its repeating chorus:</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>"I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life!"</em></p><p></p><p>The doors closed behind them, pinching off the sound so completely that the ensuing silence seemed to physically press in against their ears, disorienting in its completeness. There were six figures seated in the center of a massive domed chamber whose sunken floor descended in a series of polished steps to a flat circle upon which were clustered the six gilt thrones. Massive stone buttresses rose upward to a gold keystone overhead from which depended a glowing crystal that slowly spun making coin-sized dots of light dance across every surface in the place.</p><p></p><p>J'inn was standing amidst the chairs and he stepped toward the group at the same time motioning for them to approach.</p><p></p><p>"These are the ones we told you about," he said to the seated Buommans. To the group he said, "These are the Threnodies, lead singers for the Cabal of the Dirge."</p><p></p><p>"J'inn and J'ann have told us that you seek the God Isles," one of the Threnodies said, languidly lifting a hand.</p><p></p><p>"This is not a task to be lightly undertaken," the first's twin added. "There is the Cavern of the Self to be considered."</p><p></p><p>"And even completing that hazard, there is still the guardian to convince," another Threnody explained.</p><p></p><p>"No mean feat in and of itself," said a fourth. "And not one that a non-Buomman has undertaken in any of our lifetimes."</p><p></p><p>"True," said the fifth. "We are unsure what will happen if a non-Buomman passes through the Gate of Duality."</p><p></p><p>"But it will assuredly be dangerous," said the final Threnody. "We would urge you to reconsider this course of action."</p><p></p><p>"Everything dies," said the first Buomman. "And it is best not to tamper with that progression."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 4951516, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #489] The Threnodies[/PLAIN][/b] "Should we perhaps conclude our mission, then, before seeking Karak?" Maleko asked and Ayremac looked at him incredulous. "It was you who suggested that we side-track to find him in the first place," the half-celestial sputtered. "And you've so quickly changed your mind?" Maleko nodded, unperturbed. "It occurs to me that we're very close to a major goal," the elf explained. "So... maybe we should take care of the business at hand and get to the God Isles before attacking the Mind Flayers." "I agree with Maleko," Del said. "I think it's probably best if we don't go off side-tracking now in search of this Karak. For Morier to have been so steadfast in his mission up until now, only to deviate at this point... well... It just makes more sense to carry on with our current direction. Let's move on and continue in our quest." Ayremac sighed. "We have strode this road for so long, Morier, you for longer then any other," the Officer of Umba observed and fixed his emerald eyes on the eldritch warrior. "I think that you will need to make the final decision." Morier considered for the space of two heartbeats and then nodded. "Once we have taken care of the business at hand would be a more appropriate time to go in search of Karak," he said with conviction. "And I will lead that expedition at that time if any of you choose to come. But for now, let us move toward the God Isles quickly... at least as quickly as one can do anything in this place." Ayremac seemed relieved to hear that and nodded his acceptance of this decision. "I have to say I agree," he said. "We have no way of knowing how long we have been here... the Astral is a funny place when it comes to time. What seems like days to us here, could be weeks... possibly months or years from the stories I have heard. I think the sooner we join the body and heart, the better." "Very well," J'ann said with a nod. He gestured toward the door. "I'll escort you to the Tower of Song. We can pick up the others on the way." From the outside, the Tower of Song looked much like any keep common to the Prime, with a high curtain wall topped by crenelated battlements and a single massive gate consisting of a pair of heavy doors. Unlike the rest of Discord, the fortress seemed planned and not cobbled together from bits of debris. Its walls were of a brilliant white stone perfectly cut and fitted so that there was barely a seam between blocks. The whole place seemed the hum as they approached and that single low note jumped in volume once J'ann sang a brief melody and the great wooden valves opened before them. The inside of the place was a riot of whirling colored lights and glittering mirrored surfaces. A complex, buzzing melody was playing from somewhere within; to Maleko it sounded like the upright guitars favored by the nomads of the Sind Desert. And as they stepped into the hall it settled into a throbbing melody accompanied by deep, echoing drums. A chorus of voices sang down in harmony from numerous niches that lined the high walls. Buommans dressed in brightly-colored costumes gyrated there and sang: [I][CENTER]"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?"[/CENTER][/I] The song went on, carried by dozens of voices and filling the hall with resonance. The lyrics were only half-sensical, making references to things and people of which none in the group had ever heard. By the time they reached the inner doors at the far end of the hall, the song had settled into its repeating chorus: [CENTER][I]"I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life!"[/I][/CENTER] The doors closed behind them, pinching off the sound so completely that the ensuing silence seemed to physically press in against their ears, disorienting in its completeness. There were six figures seated in the center of a massive domed chamber whose sunken floor descended in a series of polished steps to a flat circle upon which were clustered the six gilt thrones. Massive stone buttresses rose upward to a gold keystone overhead from which depended a glowing crystal that slowly spun making coin-sized dots of light dance across every surface in the place. J'inn was standing amidst the chairs and he stepped toward the group at the same time motioning for them to approach. "These are the ones we told you about," he said to the seated Buommans. To the group he said, "These are the Threnodies, lead singers for the Cabal of the Dirge." "J'inn and J'ann have told us that you seek the God Isles," one of the Threnodies said, languidly lifting a hand. "This is not a task to be lightly undertaken," the first's twin added. "There is the Cavern of the Self to be considered." "And even completing that hazard, there is still the guardian to convince," another Threnody explained. "No mean feat in and of itself," said a fourth. "And not one that a non-Buomman has undertaken in any of our lifetimes." "True," said the fifth. "We are unsure what will happen if a non-Buomman passes through the Gate of Duality." "But it will assuredly be dangerous," said the final Threnody. "We would urge you to reconsider this course of action." "Everything dies," said the first Buomman. "And it is best not to tamper with that progression." [/QUOTE]
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