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-<I>Damon tells a tale of the First Age, using her alien magic to weave the tale as if it were happening around the audience... [[Darzoni/I]]>
+<I>Damon tells a tale of the First Age, using her alien magic to weave the tale as if it were happening around the audience... </I>
-<I>"And they arrived at Jade-Upon-The-River, which in those days was nothing more than a vast patch of wild jungle land, waiting to be tamed by the mighty Exalted of the Age. They were young in the eyes of the Solar Deliberative, and were given the task of raising a city of splendors on the river, so that they may prove to be worthy heirs to the power of the Unconquered Sun. They, being newly appointed governors of the region, arrived on the shores of the river in magnificent skyships with shimmering rainbow wings and gleaming hulls of polished silver, bringing with them their retinue of loyal Terrestrials, their Sidereal major domos, and their beloved Lunar spouses... [[Darzoni/I]]><BR>
+<I>"And they arrived at Jade-Upon-The-River, which in those days was nothing more than a vast patch of wild jungle land, waiting to be tamed by the mighty Exalted of the Age. They were young in the eyes of the Solar Deliberative, and were given the task of raising a city of splendors on the river, so that they may prove to be worthy heirs to the power of the Unconquered Sun. They, being newly appointed governors of the region, arrived on the shores of the river in magnificent skyships with shimmering rainbow wings and gleaming hulls of polished silver, bringing with them their retinue of loyal Terrestrials, their Sidereal major domos, and their beloved Lunar spouses... </I><BR>
-<I>The world around the newly arrived Exalted was yet untamed. A vast expanse of jungle lays before them. Here, in the large clearing that had been washed out by the recent monsoon season, the four skyships have set down, and camp is beginning to be made by the mortal labor crews under the guidance of the Terrestrial soldiers in accordance with the auspicious designs the Sidereals had already plotted out..."[[Darzoni/I]]>
+<I>The world around the newly arrived Exalted was yet untamed. A vast expanse of jungle lays before them. Here, in the large clearing that had been washed out by the recent monsoon season, the four skyships have set down, and camp is beginning to be made by the mortal labor crews under the guidance of the Terrestrial soldiers in accordance with the auspicious designs the Sidereals had already plotted out..."</I>
 Airships? The Zenith known as Reverent Blade doesn't need any stinking airships! There's a beating of glowing, artifical wings as the priest lowers to the ground, the warm glow surrounding him dissipating as the magic infusing the artifact diffuses, being reclaimed by his body as he lands. Nodding respectfully to the laborers, the Solar calmly settles upon a nearby log, watching with interest as he basks in a sunbeam. What? He's a priest. Nice guy to have around, but he doesn't know squat about Manse construction. Still, after a few minutes, the Zenith calmly stands, rolling up the sleeves of his light armor and striding over towards where a mortal crew, having slipped through the cracks of their supervisor's watchful eye, is struggling with an unruly piece of cargo. Smiling, the Zenith pitches in, helping them unload the cargo safely, chatting calmly with them as he does so.
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 The fae is tied up quickly and efficiently by the Dragon-Blooded, and taken to a small tent and guarded.
-<I>The storyteller says, "And that is how I first met the Circle."[[Darzoni/I]]>
+<I>The storyteller says, "And that is how I first met the Circle."</I>
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 "Thank you father." Sayla bows courteously to Jeryl.
-<I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."[[Darzoni/I]]>
+<I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."</I>
 "Wait, wait, wait..[[Darzoni/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.

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-<I>Damon tells a tale of the First Age, using her alien magic to weave the tale as if it were happening around the audience... [[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
+<I>Damon tells a tale of the First Age, using her alien magic to weave the tale as if it were happening around the audience... [[Darzoni/I]]>
-<I>"And they arrived at Jade-Upon-The-River, which in those days was nothing more than a vast patch of wild jungle land, waiting to be tamed by the mighty Exalted of the Age. They were young in the eyes of the Solar Deliberative, and were given the task of raising a city of splendors on the river, so that they may prove to be worthy heirs to the power of the Unconquered Sun. They, being newly appointed governors of the region, arrived on the shores of the river in magnificent skyships with shimmering rainbow wings and gleaming hulls of polished silver, bringing with them their retinue of loyal Terrestrials, their Sidereal major domos, and their beloved Lunar spouses... [[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]><BR>
+<I>"And they arrived at Jade-Upon-The-River, which in those days was nothing more than a vast patch of wild jungle land, waiting to be tamed by the mighty Exalted of the Age. They were young in the eyes of the Solar Deliberative, and were given the task of raising a city of splendors on the river, so that they may prove to be worthy heirs to the power of the Unconquered Sun. They, being newly appointed governors of the region, arrived on the shores of the river in magnificent skyships with shimmering rainbow wings and gleaming hulls of polished silver, bringing with them their retinue of loyal Terrestrials, their Sidereal major domos, and their beloved Lunar spouses... [[Darzoni/I]]><BR>
-<I>The world around the newly arrived Exalted was yet untamed. A vast expanse of jungle lays before them. Here, in the large clearing that had been washed out by the recent monsoon season, the four skyships have set down, and camp is beginning to be made by the mortal labor crews under the guidance of the Terrestrial soldiers in accordance with the auspicious designs the Sidereals had already plotted out..."[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
+<I>The world around the newly arrived Exalted was yet untamed. A vast expanse of jungle lays before them. Here, in the large clearing that had been washed out by the recent monsoon season, the four skyships have set down, and camp is beginning to be made by the mortal labor crews under the guidance of the Terrestrial soldiers in accordance with the auspicious designs the Sidereals had already plotted out..."[[Darzoni/I]]>
 Airships? The Zenith known as Reverent Blade doesn't need any stinking airships! There's a beating of glowing, artifical wings as the priest lowers to the ground, the warm glow surrounding him dissipating as the magic infusing the artifact diffuses, being reclaimed by his body as he lands. Nodding respectfully to the laborers, the Solar calmly settles upon a nearby log, watching with interest as he basks in a sunbeam. What? He's a priest. Nice guy to have around, but he doesn't know squat about Manse construction. Still, after a few minutes, the Zenith calmly stands, rolling up the sleeves of his light armor and striding over towards where a mortal crew, having slipped through the cracks of their supervisor's watchful eye, is struggling with an unruly piece of cargo. Smiling, the Zenith pitches in, helping them unload the cargo safely, chatting calmly with them as he does so.
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 "That, however, works. And the plan, too."
-The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. [[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
+The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. [[Darzoni/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
 Urun nods. He examines all the stuff for the future nerve center of the bureaucracy and nods approvingly. "This will do for now."
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 Urun adds, "Unless one of you wants to get into a Warstrider, NOW, and try to deflect it with a tree, I'm hauling ass."
-Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either.[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/Or]]/ the Demesne."
+Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either.[[Darzoni/Or]]/ the Demesne."
 The colors of the star are Wyld-tainted, shimmering and fading in unreal fashions. A trail of rather randomly warped objects can be seen to fall behind it. It looks like there's... a person in that thing. There is also a scream emanating from it, and getting closer by the minute.
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 Xerios was partying alright, really. He was having a good time drinking, eating, and generaly be around with his wife -- of course, the Dawn was one of the first Exatled to notice the star...which he narrow his eyes out. "What in the name of..." He begins to say, jerking upward on his feets...and narrow his eyes at what he sees. A person...and obiviously the Wyld is tainted by this 'star'. <BR>
 "Oh, no kidding?" <BR>
-Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
+Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a[[Darzoni/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and[[Darzoni/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
 Urun stops at the edge of where it would hit and watches.
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 Urun heads back to the tent to see who landed. He stares a bit when he gets next to the figure, wondering if its alive. "Hmm. So it is." He eyes the sword. "Best hope its friendly."
-Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
+Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured[[Darzoni/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
 Jeryl looks to Sayla. <BR>
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 The fae is tied up quickly and efficiently by the Dragon-Blooded, and taken to a small tent and guarded.
-<I>The storyteller says, "And that is how I first met the Circle."[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
+<I>The storyteller says, "And that is how I first met the Circle."[[Darzoni/I]]>
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 Jeryl is, indeed, praying and meditating. He's /dutiful/. He's not praying /hard/, that's not his job, but he's at least praying.
-Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know,[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
+Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know,[[Darzoni/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
 Urun remembers the days he used to sleep in. When he didn't know there WAS a 5 AM. When he could sleep till almost high noon because he had nothing else to do that day. Yeah, those were certainly the days. He gets up begrudgingly, and clears his head before paying his respects. It isn't his caste or favorite time of the day, but it is important, and he'll do it anyway.
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 "Thank you father." Sayla bows courteously to Jeryl.
-<I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
+<I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."[[Darzoni/I]]>
-"Wait, wait, wait..[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
+"Wait, wait, wait..[[Darzoni/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
 "Not /we/, Xerios. Sayla does." <BR>
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 Damon blinks... stares... Uh oh. An OATH. WITH A CAPITAL O! AUGGGH! Damon squirms and tries to break free of her artificed bonds, but to no avail.
-Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great.[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/. Just[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/.
+Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great.[[Darzoni/GREAT]]/. Just[[Darzoni/GREAT]]/.
 The Zenith just sweatdrops at everything going on, and stays where he is. Well...on the plus side, he can always ask Damon some questions about the Fae later. Asides, maybe she'll make a good sentinel or somesuch. Set a thief to catch a thief.

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+Back to[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/Campaigns]] <BR>
-Back to Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/CampaignsReflections]]
+Back to[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/CampaignsReflections]]
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-<I>Damon tells a tale of the First Age, using her alien magic to weave the tale as if it were happening around the audience... </I>
+<I>Damon tells a tale of the First Age, using her alien magic to weave the tale as if it were happening around the audience... [[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
-<I>"And they arrived at Jade-Upon-The-River, which in those days was nothing more than a vast patch of wild jungle land, waiting to be tamed by the mighty Exalted of the Age. They were young in the eyes of the Solar Deliberative, and were given the task of raising a city of splendors on the river, so that they may prove to be worthy heirs to the power of the Unconquered Sun. They, being newly appointed governors of the region, arrived on the shores of the river in magnificent skyships with shimmering rainbow wings and gleaming hulls of polished silver, bringing with them their retinue of loyal Terrestrials, their Sidereal major domos, and their beloved Lunar spouses... </I><BR>
+<I>"And they arrived at Jade-Upon-The-River, which in those days was nothing more than a vast patch of wild jungle land, waiting to be tamed by the mighty Exalted of the Age. They were young in the eyes of the Solar Deliberative, and were given the task of raising a city of splendors on the river, so that they may prove to be worthy heirs to the power of the Unconquered Sun. They, being newly appointed governors of the region, arrived on the shores of the river in magnificent skyships with shimmering rainbow wings and gleaming hulls of polished silver, bringing with them their retinue of loyal Terrestrials, their Sidereal major domos, and their beloved Lunar spouses... [[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]><BR>
-<I>The world around the newly arrived Exalted was yet untamed. A vast expanse of jungle lays before them. Here, in the large clearing that had been washed out by the recent monsoon season, the four skyships have set down, and camp is beginning to be made by the mortal labor crews under the guidance of the Terrestrial soldiers in accordance with the auspicious designs the Sidereals had already plotted out..."</I>
+<I>The world around the newly arrived Exalted was yet untamed. A vast expanse of jungle lays before them. Here, in the large clearing that had been washed out by the recent monsoon season, the four skyships have set down, and camp is beginning to be made by the mortal labor crews under the guidance of the Terrestrial soldiers in accordance with the auspicious designs the Sidereals had already plotted out..."[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
 Airships? The Zenith known as Reverent Blade doesn't need any stinking airships! There's a beating of glowing, artifical wings as the priest lowers to the ground, the warm glow surrounding him dissipating as the magic infusing the artifact diffuses, being reclaimed by his body as he lands. Nodding respectfully to the laborers, the Solar calmly settles upon a nearby log, watching with interest as he basks in a sunbeam. What? He's a priest. Nice guy to have around, but he doesn't know squat about Manse construction. Still, after a few minutes, the Zenith calmly stands, rolling up the sleeves of his light armor and striding over towards where a mortal crew, having slipped through the cracks of their supervisor's watchful eye, is struggling with an unruly piece of cargo. Smiling, the Zenith pitches in, helping them unload the cargo safely, chatting calmly with them as he does so.
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 "That, however, works. And the plan, too."
-The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. "Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
+The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. [[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
 Urun nods. He examines all the stuff for the future nerve center of the bureaucracy and nods approvingly. "This will do for now."
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 Urun adds, "Unless one of you wants to get into a Warstrider, NOW, and try to deflect it with a tree, I'm hauling ass."
-Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either. Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/Or]]/ the Demesne."
+Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either.[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/Or]]/ the Demesne."
 The colors of the star are Wyld-tainted, shimmering and fading in unreal fashions. A trail of rather randomly warped objects can be seen to fall behind it. It looks like there's... a person in that thing. There is also a scream emanating from it, and getting closer by the minute.
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 Xerios was partying alright, really. He was having a good time drinking, eating, and generaly be around with his wife -- of course, the Dawn was one of the first Exatled to notice the star...which he narrow his eyes out. "What in the name of..." He begins to say, jerking upward on his feets...and narrow his eyes at what he sees. A person...and obiviously the Wyld is tainted by this 'star'. <BR>
 "Oh, no kidding?" <BR>
-Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
+Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
 Urun stops at the edge of where it would hit and watches.
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 Urun heads back to the tent to see who landed. He stares a bit when he gets next to the figure, wondering if its alive. "Hmm. So it is." He eyes the sword. "Best hope its friendly."
-Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
+Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
 Jeryl looks to Sayla. <BR>
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 The fae is tied up quickly and efficiently by the Dragon-Blooded, and taken to a small tent and guarded.
-<I>The storyteller says, "And that is how I first met the Circle."</I>
+<I>The storyteller says, "And that is how I first met the Circle."[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
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 Jeryl is, indeed, praying and meditating. He's /dutiful/. He's not praying /hard/, that's not his job, but he's at least praying.
-Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know, Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
+Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know,[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
 Urun remembers the days he used to sleep in. When he didn't know there WAS a 5 AM. When he could sleep till almost high noon because he had nothing else to do that day. Yeah, those were certainly the days. He gets up begrudgingly, and clears his head before paying his respects. It isn't his caste or favorite time of the day, but it is important, and he'll do it anyway.
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 "Thank you father." Sayla bows courteously to Jeryl.
-<I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."</I>
+<I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/I]]>
-"Wait, wait, wait...Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
+"Wait, wait, wait..[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
 "Not /we/, Xerios. Sayla does." <BR>
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 Damon blinks... stares... Uh oh. An OATH. WITH A CAPITAL O! AUGGGH! Damon squirms and tries to break free of her artificed bonds, but to no avail.
-Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great. Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/. Just Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/.
+Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great.[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/. Just[[Darzoni/CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/.
 The Zenith just sweatdrops at everything going on, and stays where he is. Well...on the plus side, he can always ask Damon some questions about the Fae later. Asides, maybe she'll make a good sentinel or somesuch. Set a thief to catch a thief.

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-Back to [[/Campaigns]] <BR>
+Back to Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/Campaigns]] <BR>
-Back to [[/CampaignsReflections]]
+Back to Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/CampaignsReflections]]
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 "That, however, works. And the plan, too."
-The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. "[[/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
+The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. "Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
 Urun nods. He examines all the stuff for the future nerve center of the bureaucracy and nods approvingly. "This will do for now."
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 Urun adds, "Unless one of you wants to get into a Warstrider, NOW, and try to deflect it with a tree, I'm hauling ass."
-Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either. [[/Or]]/ the Demesne."
+Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either. Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/Or]]/ the Demesne."
 The colors of the star are Wyld-tainted, shimmering and fading in unreal fashions. A trail of rather randomly warped objects can be seen to fall behind it. It looks like there's... a person in that thing. There is also a scream emanating from it, and getting closer by the minute.
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 Xerios was partying alright, really. He was having a good time drinking, eating, and generaly be around with his wife -- of course, the Dawn was one of the first Exatled to notice the star...which he narrow his eyes out. "What in the name of..." He begins to say, jerking upward on his feets...and narrow his eyes at what he sees. A person...and obiviously the Wyld is tainted by this 'star'. <BR>
 "Oh, no kidding?" <BR>
-Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a [[/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and [[/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
+Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
 Urun stops at the edge of where it would hit and watches.
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 Urun heads back to the tent to see who landed. He stares a bit when he gets next to the figure, wondering if its alive. "Hmm. So it is." He eyes the sword. "Best hope its friendly."
-Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured [[/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
+Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
 Jeryl looks to Sayla. <BR>
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 Jeryl is, indeed, praying and meditating. He's /dutiful/. He's not praying /hard/, that's not his job, but he's at least praying.
-Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know, [[/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
+Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know, Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
 Urun remembers the days he used to sleep in. When he didn't know there WAS a 5 AM. When he could sleep till almost high noon because he had nothing else to do that day. Yeah, those were certainly the days. He gets up begrudgingly, and clears his head before paying his respects. It isn't his caste or favorite time of the day, but it is important, and he'll do it anyway.
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 <I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."</I>
-"Wait, wait, wait...[[/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
+"Wait, wait, wait...Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
 "Not /we/, Xerios. Sayla does." <BR>
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 Damon blinks... stares... Uh oh. An OATH. WITH A CAPITAL O! AUGGGH! Damon squirms and tries to break free of her artificed bonds, but to no avail.
-Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great. [[/GREAT]]/. Just [[/GREAT]]/.
+Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great. Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/. Just Darzoni/[[CampaignsReflectionsS10/GREAT]]/.
 The Zenith just sweatdrops at everything going on, and stays where he is. Well...on the plus side, he can always ask Damon some questions about the Fae later. Asides, maybe she'll make a good sentinel or somesuch. Set a thief to catch a thief.

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 Back to [[Darzoni]]<BR>
-Back to /Campaigns <BR>
+Back to [[/Campaigns]] <BR>
-Back to /CampaignsReflections
+Back to [[/CampaignsReflections]]
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 "That, however, works. And the plan, too."
-The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. "/Never mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
+The Dawn grunts. "Fine, fine, but I'm not hearing you guys giving out better ideas, now." He stops, staring at the Zenith for a good moment, smacking his forhead. "[[/Never]] mind/. That's better than what I've just proposed." He nods. "Let's wait for them to return, then.
 Urun nods. He examines all the stuff for the future nerve center of the bureaucracy and nods approvingly. "This will do for now."
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 Urun adds, "Unless one of you wants to get into a Warstrider, NOW, and try to deflect it with a tree, I'm hauling ass."
-Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either. /Or/ the Demesne."
+Jeryl says, "You should both go and try it...we /cannot/ lose this camp, our or lives. Try not to hit it into the Mountain Folk city, either. [[/Or]]/ the Demesne."
 The colors of the star are Wyld-tainted, shimmering and fading in unreal fashions. A trail of rather randomly warped objects can be seen to fall behind it. It looks like there's... a person in that thing. There is also a scream emanating from it, and getting closer by the minute.
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 Xerios was partying alright, really. He was having a good time drinking, eating, and generaly be around with his wife -- of course, the Dawn was one of the first Exatled to notice the star...which he narrow his eyes out. "What in the name of..." He begins to say, jerking upward on his feets...and narrow his eyes at what he sees. A person...and obiviously the Wyld is tainted by this 'star'. <BR>
 "Oh, no kidding?" <BR>
-Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a /SCREAM/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and /LEAP/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
+Of course, he's ignoring the very fact there is a [[/SCREAM]]/ coming out of it. The massive man draw out Aurora Arc, crouch down to gather some strength and [[/LEAP]]/ mightily upward, holding up the massive Dire Spear, rocketing against the 'star', essence gathering around the Dawn Solar into forming an bright, impenetrable shield.
 Urun stops at the edge of where it would hit and watches.
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 Urun heads back to the tent to see who landed. He stares a bit when he gets next to the figure, wondering if its alive. "Hmm. So it is." He eyes the sword. "Best hope its friendly."
-Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured /THAT/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
+Xerios peers at Nightengale, rolling his eyes. "I think I kinda figured [[/THAT]]/ one when I got assaulted by flowers, thanksyouverymuch."
 Jeryl looks to Sayla. <BR>
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 Jeryl is, indeed, praying and meditating. He's /dutiful/. He's not praying /hard/, that's not his job, but he's at least praying.
-Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know, /DAWN/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
+Xerios is, indeed, greeting the Dawn with respect. That's kinda goes with that, y'know, [[/DAWN]]/ is his caste. The Solar is in light meditation -- or rather prayers -- while his Wife is pretty much...doing whatever Lunars do during mornings.
 Urun remembers the days he used to sleep in. When he didn't know there WAS a 5 AM. When he could sleep till almost high noon because he had nothing else to do that day. Yeah, those were certainly the days. He gets up begrudgingly, and clears his head before paying his respects. It isn't his caste or favorite time of the day, but it is important, and he'll do it anyway.
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 <I>The storyteller pauses here to show the audience the pendant, which still glows and pulses. "This is the very same pendant that Sayla forged when she named me..."</I>
-"Wait, wait, wait.../WAIT/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
+"Wait, wait, wait...[[/WAIT]]/." The Dawn exclaims, raising up an palm to stop. "Time out. Are you saying -- heck, AGREEING -- that we should get a Fae coming from the Sun knows where (Their crazy places made out of insanity, I bet) just like some kind of pet?" He stops to stares at the pendant. Okay. Now that was kinda neat. Kinda.
 "Not /we/, Xerios. Sayla does." <BR>
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 Damon blinks... stares... Uh oh. An OATH. WITH A CAPITAL O! AUGGGH! Damon squirms and tries to break free of her artificed bonds, but to no avail.
-Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great. /GREAT/. Just /GREAT/.
+Xerios lower his hand, just enough to show off his wide opened eyes. Great. [[/GREAT]]/. Just [[/GREAT]]/.
 The Zenith just sweatdrops at everything going on, and stays where he is. Well...on the plus side, he can always ask Damon some questions about the Fae later. Asides, maybe she'll make a good sentinel or somesuch. Set a thief to catch a thief.

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