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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The803" data-source="post: 2075569" data-attributes="member: 23183">Bi is focused on Rhys at the moment.It's yours if you want it, cutter.  Big responsability, but an opportunity as well.  Those tortles that followed you in here are in there now; they will be able to tell you more than I can.  They, like that dragon, came out of you; Neth just put flesh around them.  Your friends here are skeptical, and if this is too much for you, drink this and give your shell to someone who wants it.  She hands you a small glass vial of what looks like liquid flow-jetsam.Bi turns to answer the rest of you.  I'm just going with the flow myself, boys.  Believe whatever you like; me, I'm going to keep this party going.  If you don't feel like a nap, the main taproom is thataway.  You can trade in your shells and your place in this whole mess there.  She points to a wide, low door at the opposite end of the ballroom from the entrance you came in.  Crowds are thronging through it into the ballroom, their gear seamlessly forming into pajamas as they enter.  A thin trickle of bloods is leaving along the sides of the great influx of people.  You notice that most of them are being pestered by sunflies and recall the tiefling Wysele as she left the storage room.  Those little guys just seem to enjoy pestering some people.You lose track of Sysente and her companions as you are debating the validity of Bi's wild claims.  The crowd a few meters to your left parts dramatically, echoing the scene of Rhinnishar's transformation moments ago.  The push of the crowd forces your attention that way just in time to see Sysente and her companions climbing into a canopy bed of their own.  She waves a farewell to you as she does so.A strange aura has surrounded Rhys, but it is only a feeling; there is no visible sign of a change, but the crowd seems to know that the bed is his, and are entreating him to enter so that the world will open.Bi steps to his side defensively.  Remember the drinking games?  This works the same way.  You are Nature, and you decide who gets access to your little dream of paradise.  Choose carefully or choose at a whim, but be warned; every choice will change your world, and, like your Ghaele friend there says, everyone wants something for themselves.(Results of Andarin's Bardic Lore check)[SBLOCK]The elixer vitae is the highest goal of mystic alchemy, and is said to convey immortality and true wisdom to those who partake of even the tiniest drop.  The immortality isn't absolute; it is merely proof against death by "natural causes."Druids are divided on the issue, but some believe that a prime material world's "nature" is an immortal force that can be personified.  Other druids consider this to be no better than god-worship, instead insisting that nature is constantly dying and being reborn in all its millions of parts.The Indeps are rather particular about the "rights" of prime material worlds to exist and develop without interference from the factions or the planes themselves.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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