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<blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 2029994" data-attributes="member: 2020">A soft, gentle warmth envelops Rhynnon.&nbsp; If the Shining Lady still exists in Greyspace in spite of the Closing of the Shield, he has most certainly drawn her attention.&nbsp; Being the object of her attention is like standing in front of a warm sun, after being out freezing all night.&nbsp; Or lying in a warm bath, after working all day.&nbsp; Or, perhaps, sitting in the soft lap of a loving mother who is singing gently to you.&nbsp; She says she does not worship others.&nbsp; She says she does not demand or even ask for worship.&nbsp; She says to Rhynnon that he deserves to revere himself.&nbsp; She says she reveres the beauty in his heart.&nbsp; She says she reveres his frail mortality.&nbsp; She says she reveres his noble mind.&nbsp; She ... seems to think very, very highly of him ... and her empathetic support - her empathetic reverence and honor and support ... is an overwhelming draught, the sweetest of elixirs, the best feel-good experience Rhynnon has enjoyed in a long time.&nbsp; And what does the Shining Lady want, in return for her respect, reverence, honor, and love?&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Nothing at all.&nbsp; Zip.&nbsp; Null.&nbsp; &nbsp; (is now bleeding profusely, having been attacked by a dog ... lol ... and no, I'm not joking)&nbsp; A strange apparition has shown up in the Theocracy of the Pale.&nbsp; He says he is from Hell.&nbsp; He says he is there to reward the clerics of Pholtus for their blind devotion and persecution of all other religions.&nbsp; He says he brings pleasure ... and pain.&nbsp; Shortly thereafter, a fairly large number of people in the Theocracy are dead.&nbsp; Their corpses are badly mutilated, and it would appear they were cut apart by ... knives?&nbsp; The Lord of Aliador, with a large force of elves, moves to investigate this figure and his (apparently) growing group of followers.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Edena_of_Neith, post: 2029994, member: 2020"] A soft, gentle warmth envelops Rhynnon. If the Shining Lady still exists in Greyspace in spite of the Closing of the Shield, he has most certainly drawn her attention. Being the object of her attention is like standing in front of a warm sun, after being out freezing all night. Or lying in a warm bath, after working all day. Or, perhaps, sitting in the soft lap of a loving mother who is singing gently to you. She says she does not worship others. She says she does not demand or even ask for worship. She says to Rhynnon that he deserves to revere himself. She says she reveres the beauty in his heart. She says she reveres his frail mortality. She says she reveres his noble mind. She ... seems to think very, very highly of him ... and her empathetic support - her empathetic reverence and honor and support ... is an overwhelming draught, the sweetest of elixirs, the best feel-good experience Rhynnon has enjoyed in a long time. And what does the Shining Lady want, in return for her respect, reverence, honor, and love? Nothing. Nothing at all. Zip. Null. (is now bleeding profusely, having been attacked by a dog ... lol ... and no, I'm not joking) A strange apparition has shown up in the Theocracy of the Pale. He says he is from Hell. He says he is there to reward the clerics of Pholtus for their blind devotion and persecution of all other religions. He says he brings pleasure ... and pain. Shortly thereafter, a fairly large number of people in the Theocracy are dead. Their corpses are badly mutilated, and it would appear they were cut apart by ... knives? The Lord of Aliador, with a large force of elves, moves to investigate this figure and his (apparently) growing group of followers. [/QUOTE]

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