<Zahara> "So, how do you think Marku's test is going?" she asks. She allows a hint of worry to tinge her question.
<Zahara> "So, how do you think Marku's test is going?" she asks. She allows a hint of worry to tinge her question. -}}> *chanserv* op #SolInvictus Zahara
<Kai> "Do you think it's just a test of arms? I mean, how do you really test honor?"
<Cerin> "Or place him in some situation, where there are many choices of what to do, and where one is the 'honourable' one. Assuming they have the same views of honour as we do, or rather, as Marku does."
<Zahara> "Something tells me their view of honor is more similar to Marku's than the rest of ours. He has as much rage as them, sometimes."
<Cerin> "That is true."
<Zahara> "Though he does value his ancestors, as far as I can tell. And people and humanity in general, to quite a ridiculous degree."
<Kai> "Hm. I suppose it's a good thing he's the one taking the test, then."
<Zahara> "Well, unless they are trying to have him prove his honor by having him choose something else over humanity.'
<Kai> "Is everything alright, Serenal?"
<Kai> "Is that unusual?"
<Zahara> "What was this test that you sent him into?"
<Kai> "I think he rather sent himself, Zahara."
<Kai> "But you seem troubled..."
<Zahara> "I do have one question about your way of life."
<Zahara> "You spurn the trappings of civilization, according to your words. Yet you live in a city that is nearly larger than our own capitol. I don't understand this."
<Serenal?> "Your cities are weak and filthy. You fill a city this size with a million creatures, too weak to fend for themselves and too stupid to live away from their own shit. Such a city is fit only to be a playground for our kind, not a cage for mortal whelps."
<Zahara> "So if there were more of you, you would not let them all stay here?"
<Zahara> "You would make war with other Chosen simply to define who gets to piss where, then?"
<Zahara> "Oh, I'm not saying that it's unusual. It's just something all humans do, if they let their anger overcome their common sense."
<Kai> "As though you wouldn't get all in a ruff if someone moved into the Labyrinth and set up shop."
<Zahara> "Yes, Kai, but I am only human. Chosen by the Sun, yes, but still, human."
<Zahara> "And yet I have cowed you. Twice."
<Cerin> "Power is nothing without control, Serenal. When you are angry, truely angry, you have no control. I know this. I know this very well."
<Cerin> "Because I have had a rage in me that burned brighter than the sun. And in that instant, I cared for nothing except to kill my foe. And kill him I did, eating his very soul. And in that moment, had anyone else in the world acted, I would not have seen, would not have noticed, could have died."
<Cerin> "My foe I could have beaten without the anger, without the rage. It was foolish to get so angry."
<Zahara> "Anger is an important emotion indeed, but control it, use, it, use it to sharpen your senses and your blade. But do not let it use you."
<Zahara> "You are stronger than your Rage."
<Zahara> "So." She looks out the window. "I suppose it is against the rules to try to rescue our erstwhile barbarian."
<Kai> "Do you think he needs rescuing?"
<Zahara> "He always needs rescuing. Usually from himself."
<Zahara> "He's probably doing fine, though. Just taking extra time to convert people to his cause, or eating a really really large dinner."
<Cerin> "I wonder how long he will be.."
<Cerin> "True. Serenal, is the aught else of interest in Lachu Atapis?"
<Cerin> "Is there a library here?"
<Cerin> "The remnants?"
<Zahara> "Ah, well, perhaps we can do something about that."
<Zahara> "It's very square."
The outside was once decorated with elaborate gildwork, but almost all of it appears to have worn off in the intervening years. The door stands open, leading to a musty and claustrophobic room inside.
<Zahara> "It works quite well, really. Shall we go in?"
<Cerin> "So I see..."
The inside of the library is tight and close, stone shelves running parallel to one another, with tiny hallways joining them.
Old, mouldering books sit upon the shelves, undisturbed for many years.
Kai locates for herself a small shelf of odd metal accoutrements.
Cerin and Zahara stumble into a small section of the annotated minutes of the Solar Deliberative.
They seem to be little more than strange metal tschotchkes.
Zahara notices something odd -- a book whose spine is written in a strangely familiar handwriting....
It is entitled "Raven's Heart."
<Cerin> "Ah." he smiles.
The book seems to contain an odd, elaborate story within.
"It was a cold night as the fog lifted over the town of Raven; forty-three lay dead, and the mayor's daughter fled for her life."
Suddenly, Serenal sits bolt-upright. "Markuran is returning from his test!"
As fascinating as the story of a tragic love triangle between a powerful hero, a dead princess, and a beautiful fae, and the elaborate conspiracy in which they become entwined, is, it will have to wait for later!
Serenal leads the group back to the test chamber, where Markuran has just been ushered out of the moongate and back to the three thrones.
<Zahara> "Thank you. Now we should go to see what the Elders have to say."
<Cerin> "And these?" he holds up the papers
As they arrive, Marku is standing in front of the three Lunar elders, awaiting judgment.
<Cerin> Then walks to Zahara's side
<Markuran> "I have done so many times. I did so where-ever you sent me."
<RhinoLunar?> nods. "You have done well, Markuran the Bear. We have observed your actions, and we are impressed with what we have seen. The Pact will grant you a place within our ranks, and ally with the Sunlands in the coming war."
<Markuran> "Was Vashu of your..Pact?"
<Markuran> "He was a Lunar. But he was no man any longer, but for brief spells. He saved me and he spared the boy. But his heart was the beast that he had consumed. It ate him from inside as surely as his grief. Tell me truly, how alike are you to he?"
The three Lunars stare at Markuran silently, and a subtle look is the only answer he receives.....
After a brief pause, one of them speaks up, as if the question were never asked.
<CatLunar?> "You are now welcome in Lachu Atapis at any time; it is your second home, to come to as you choose. We ask that you bear the marks of Luna somewhere upon your body, to signify our allegiance; in return, one of our own will similarly pledge our Pact's allegiance to you."
The Lunars nod.
<Markuran> "Do I set the one to wear the mark as well as the mark itself?"
<Markuran> "In return for my scars, let Serendal or you, Elder Bird, wear the Old Realm glyph for 'human' upon her breast in Orichalcum. Zahara can provide the traces of the metal required."