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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 9530373" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Complexity 3 SC, Level 19 (DCs 17/24/33)Goal (staged): <s>Confront the fracturing and warring Legion of Ruth within Bantouk (3)</s>, sunder Vezzuvu's control over them forevermore (6), and send them back to their strongholds beyond the Hinterlands (8).5/8 Successes/1 Failures/0 Hard DC Available/1 Secondary Skills Available/0 Advantages AvailableIt is nearly impossible to fully tune out the "mind-whispers" of the mundane folk of the material world for one who trivially wields the font of psionic energy that permeates this cosmos and other dimensions alike.  As Chanvati is relaying the powerful lessons embedded within The Fables of Genga, he "hears" the thoughts embedded in the blood of likely the most influential member of the Shi'yeur faction; "a very good boy."  Despite being a full head shorter than the mighty Hazard, the brindled alaunt is a big fellah nonetheless.  The two canines play with each other, oblivious to the tension of their humanoids' silly, political proceedings.  Invariably, this play draws the eyes of those present in fleeting moments.  Though those moments are fleeting, they're sufficient to pull a brief smile from even these hardened bladelings who are completely unconscious as to how the countenance of their mirth might advantage their opposition. The psychic residue of the dog, the offspring of one of the most beloved kin this clan has ever seen, lingers powerfully both physically within the dog itself and in the minds of those Shi-yeur present.  As story passes down through the ages, some believe it shapes in some unknown way the very form of those beings beholden to the tales.  A century's old forebear was the keenest hunting dog ever to have lived...at least according to the minds and emotions of those here.  On a great hunt, the lead shikari was taken by a field of "lightning mud," sure to drown.  Neither rope nor branch could give the shikari succor.  All was believed lost when last breath was taken and head vanished below mud.Not to be.The great hound leapt into the deadly terrain, "dove" into the terrible depths...somehow coming up with the shikaru's jerkin in its mouth, and managed the strength to get their beloved bladeling master to the edge...before "the good boy" succumbed, far beyond exhaustion and what could ever have been even imagined.A heroic tale beyond the clan's taletellers' greatest fiction.The loss to the Shi'yeur folk was ruinous.  They were always loyal followers of The Burning Mountain, but there was never any ill will toward Stoneroot or the Primal Elder Spirits of the world.  This event changed that forevermore, with the hostility toward all spirits mud and stone peaking and never flagging since.  Ignorance?  Perhaps?  But it matters not.  The damage was done.  The loss so profound and the betrayal so cutting.  An explanation...a purpose...a meaning was demanded.Whether the impact of this tale can be undone in the here and now...in this time...or whether this wound can only be healed by interference in the timeline is a question that hangs in the air as Chanvati's attention is split between his tale and the registering of this tragedy.[HR][/HR]MEDIUM DC</blockquote>

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