Oloth -- Logs

Tinuviel slips quietly through the hall, entering the lobby. She is obviously not sneaking, but rather making little sound to be considerate to others here.

Kern abruptly comes barrelling through the door, not being considerate at all, but seemingly from a sense of purpose rather than lack of consideration. He nearly runs Tinuviel down, but stops short when he sees her. "There you are! I've got great news!"

Tinuviel blinks slowly in surprise and looks up, having pulled up as well, 'Good evening. What is the news?'

Kern says, "I have an old friend of mine waiting at the Mage's guild...she's a trained healer and psionic healer that may be able to help you. She actually came to give me some news and visit me, but she can probably help you with your memory!"

Tinuviel blinks, smiling hopefully, 'Really? Do you think she can?' she lilts softly, 'I've been dwelling on it a bit of late.'

Kern says, "Nothing ventured nothing gained, lady Tinuviel. Take my hand, and we'll be there in the blink of an eye."

Kern offers to carry Tinuviel with him.

Tinuviel scrambles up on Kern.

Tinuviel smiles as she takes your hand, 'Alright.'

Kern waves a hand, and a silver mist surrounds the two of them. "Starlight, The Arcana Mage Guild." The two of them dissapear in a flash.

Tinuviel looks around in brief confusion, trying to get her bearings.

Kern smiles as he sees the familiar surroundings of the temple. "Pardon me a moment." he says to Tinuviel, stepping up to the altar and kneeling, placing a hand on his heart as he murmurs a short prayer.

Tinuviel looks around, looking puzzled at the combination of symbols on the altar, though makes no sound as Kern prays.

A female in flowing white robes glides up to Tinuviel. She has a serene smile on her face, and the center of her garb is inscribed with a symbol: a waterfall surrounded by a sun. "Eldath's blessing on you, Lady Tinuvel." she greets the other.

Tinuviel curtseys to the woman, moving gracefully, 'Thank you. Are you a priestess?'

Kern stands and turns a moment later, smiling at the woman, reaching out to touch her aubrun curls fondly. "This is Tlara Stillwater, a preistess of Eldath, Goddess of Healing. She is the one I spoke to you of."

Safix arrives from outside.

Tlara nods, her brow creasing as she regards Tinuviel. "You are troubled, because you cannot remember who or what you are. Kern mentioned this. If you will let me, I will try and free your trapped memories."

Safix enters hesitantly, peering at the room as if looking for something. She sees Kern and her gaze sharpens, before she heads toward him.

Safix stands a shade under 5 feet tall. Her clean skin is deep golden, against which her arched white eyebrows and thick lashes stand in sharp contrast. Her shaggy white hair falls manelike around her face to touch her shoulders at the longest points, and the sides are tucked behind her delicately pointed ears, revealing three small, slim silver rings piercing the lower part of each, and a fourth ring at each tip. Green eyes with a narrow circle of red around each pupil look back at you from her triangular, sharp-featured face. She's wearing a dark red tunic today, loosely belted with black cloth, over tight black pants tucked into black leather boots laced to the knee. A simple band of silver chainmail circles her throat.

You see a lovely, slender young elven woman who looks to be of perhaps drowish origin. Her lithe and delicate form is covered with skin of the richest, deepest chocolate that looks as soft as the finest silk and as flawless as a pearl. Her long, shimmering, silver-gold hair has been caught up into a braided crown around her head, with the remaining length loose and falling down to about her waist. Tiny white flowers are caught in the shimmering mass, perhaps the source of the delightful fragrance around her. Her long, delicately pointed ears are framed with a few slender locks, a simple pair of silver rings piercing the lobes. Her eyes are large and slightly slanted, a rich, sparkling amethyst filled with a gentle amusement, while her small, slightly tilted nose and rose petal lips finish the delicate face. Her slender neck goes down to slim shoulders that are framed with off the shoulder sleeves that are mere puffs of silver gauze that brush along her arms, leaving most of them bare. Silver ripples over her pert breasts down to her slender waist, looking like fine scales, shimmering and sparkling in the faintest light. From behind you catch a glimpse of radiant silvery-golden wings, that almost seem to be made of jewels as the light reflects prismatically from each feather. Sleekly muscled arms are accented at the wrists by bangles of silver, above long fingered hands, each delicate finger tipped with bright golden fingernails that are kept somewhat short. The silver fabric hugs over her hips, before flaring out into a full, floorlength skirt that swirls and dances around her legs when she moves. Even with the appearance of a scalelike texture, the fabric moves and hangs like the finest silk. A delicate looking pair of silver slippers grace her feet, a slender strap crossing across the top to hold them in place.

You see before you a human male in his mid-twenties. He appears to be moderately attractive, with his jet-black hair worn long in the back and cropped close, his piercing green eyes, and chiselled facial features. His lips seem to naturally turn up into a smile as he returns your gaze unblinkingly. His body well toned under his garments, though favoring a wiry build over larger muscles. He is currently wearing a fine suit of elven chainmail, reaching down to his ankles on the bottom, and his elbows on the top. Over that, he wears a golden long-tunic emblazoned with a multi-colored vortex. He has a black leather belt cinching the tunic, adorned with several belt pouches, a longsword in its scabbard, and what looks to be a speed-holster for an ebony wand. He stands comfortably in red leather highboots, and golden bracers protecting his wrists. Last to catch your eye is the new ring which sits on his left middle finger: a silver band set with a rogue stone, denoted by its chaotic swirling colors. It seems to glisten in the light as your eyes move back to his face, and he nods, murmuring a quiet 'well met' to you.

Safix pauses, hearing the speaker... she almost whispers to Kern, "Am I interrupting?"

Tinuviel smiles warmly and nods, 'A pleasure to meet you, priestess.'

Tinuviel nods again to Tlara, 'And yes, it is mildly troublesome, to have no way of knowing how I know what I do.'

Kern glances around Tinviel and Tlara. "Safix! What brings you here?"

Safix smiles, but doesn't look entirely happy. "You do, Kern, actually..."

The Eldathyn priestess nods. "Sit then, and I will do what I can." she says, taking a seat herself on one of the pews.

Tinuviel's ears twitch a little as she glances around, before returning her attention to the priestess. She then nods and sits down beside her, settling her skirts, 'Thank you very much.'

Kern arches an eyebrow at Safix, letting Tlara do her work as he moves to intercept Safix. "I had sensed your recent tension, if not ire, Safix. Have I offended you in some way?"

Tlara reaches up with a gentle hand and touches Tinuviel's face, her eyes closing as she does so...

Tinuviel closes her eyes as well, her features almost as serene as those of the priestess.

Safix comes closer to Kern, smiling more pleasantly. "Oh, no, not at all. There was no ire." Her face and tone are completely sincere.

Kern smiles, very obviously relieved. "What troubles you then? Or is it trouble?"

Safix sighs, "I'm sorry, I just have kind of a... hard time around men sometimes. And I don't understand magic, so it's doubly uncertain territory... but I need your help."

Tlara's eyes seem to shift back and forth under her closed lids, her expression still calm, but becoming a little more intense as she probes Tinuviel's mind...

Safix says, "Not exactly trouble.. but I wanted to know if I can learn to use a Helm to fly a magic ship, and frankly I don't know anyone else who can test me for magic, however you do that..."

Tinuviel sits quietly, hands resting lightly in her lap as she keeps her eyes closed.

Kern smiles kindly, but catches himself as he starts to make an affectionate gesture to Safix, uncertain as to how it might be construed. "Ah, yes, I remember you asking Keesha about that...well lets see what we can do..."

Tlara finally removes her hand from Tinuviel's face, her expression troubled. "Oh dear," she says as she opens her eyes.

Safix bows her head, radiating anxiety and resignation. "Thank you. I truly want to be helpful in this battle... what do I need to do?"

Tinuviel blinks her eyes open and regards Tlara curiously, 'What is it?'

Kern blinks, and offers a 'wait a minute' gesture to Safix. "Yes, what did you find, Tlara?"

The priestess looks utterly perplexed and even a little scared. "The reason you can remember nothing from before it that there is nothing to remember. it is literally as though your life began but a few days ago...there are not even traces that there was any *erased* memories of any kind!"

Tinuviel blinkblinks slowly, the eyes going wide, 'Then.....how?'

Safix's eyes widen as she listens.

"But it makes no sense," Tlara adds. "Obviously, there is so much you know, but there are no memories of having learned it....it is as though...I don't know...as if someone placed the knowledge into your brain. But that shouldn't be possible!"

Tinuviel nods slowly, eyes looking a bit lost and very vulnerable for the first time any one has seen. Almost instinctively, she glances at first the altar and then at the statue of Mystra behind it.

Kern grimaces, scratching his chin. "It could...I have heard of such things in technological societies...and it is entirely possible that magic could do the same thing...though I know of no spells in existence that would do so."

Tlara looks at Kern semiblankly, only getting a part of what he's saying. "I know of no psionic way this can be done, at least."

Tinuviel smiles a little, regaining her normal serenity and looks back at all of you, waiting quietly.

Kern blinks, his eyes going wide as something occurs to him. "Oh dear."

Tinuviel tilts her head curiously to regard Kern, 'What is it?'

Kern taps his chin, looking away from Tinuviel as he thinks. "Well, it's just...no memories, inplanted knowledge...unusual genetic structure...what if you're a golemn of some kind?"

Somewhere on the MU*, Collie has connected. Collie was in your office! Tinuviel blinks slowly and then giggles, shaking her head, 'I know I am not one of those.'

Safix's eyes get a tad bigger, but she stays to listen, head tilted curiosly and her own plight forgotten.

Kern does'nt seem convinced. "Why not, Tinuviel? Obviously, you're nothing a crude as a stone or iron golemn...but what it someone made you from magic? Certain necromantics would make it possible...you could even be a clone..."

Tinuviel makes a face at the mention of necromancy, 'A clone?' Her voice is filled with curiosity.

Tlara just listens as well, having nothing to contribute to this talk of magic.

Kern nods, gesturing as he talks. "Right! I mean, maybe the reason why you can't remember anything is because you were created as a physical and mental copy of another being, but without any of that person's formative memories! It would only take a slight modification of the spell..."

Tinuviel tilts her head slightly, thoughtfully, 'That does not sound right somehow, though.' she smiles warmly.

Kern nods. "Okay, then it's possible that...well, as costly and time consuming as you are, you were made from scratch."

Kern grimaces. "That would take a powerful magician, however..."

Tinuviel blinks slowly and tilts her head slightly, quizzically.

Kern nods grimly at Tinuviel. "It's possible. The Zhentarim's own delving into magics of that nature have created powerful beings like magedooms and magic golems..."

Kern says, "Who knows what finely crafted magics could create?"

Tinuviel nods slowly, glancing at the altar again, as if getting some peace from it, though it seems everytime she notices the symbols carved there, she makes a slight face.

Safix speaks up hesitantly... "Are you saying Tinuviel might be somebody's magically created familiar?"

Safix says, "Or... child, perhaps, of a barren but powerful mage?"

Kern says, "Familiars are usually animals, evenif intelligent ones...but 'child' or servant or even *slave* is a possibility."

Safix sighs ruefully. "Too true."

Kern says, "She could be the creation of a lich, a powerful mage, a demonlord, or even a god."

Safix tends to wince very slightly at the word 'slave.'

Kern notices the flinch and places a conforting hand on Safix's shoulder.

Safix flinches hard at the touch and ends up two feet away from Kern.

Safix takes a calming breath and nods apologetically. "Sorry. I don't generally like being touched... ah... bad history."

Kern nods and removes the hand...but looks dissapointed nonetheless.

Tinuviel blinks slowly as she glances back, 'Slave? To whom? For what purpose? Would a slave have funds and clothing like mine?'

Safix casually adjusts her sleeves.

Safix says with a bitter touch to her voice, "Who knows? Perhaps your creator was godlike in power and wished to have an appropriately fancy servant to show off his status."

Kern says, "Who knows. It might be useful to see if ther is some magical signature about you that could be identified, Tinuviel...the one thing I do not understand is, if you were created for such a reason, why you would have no memories at all, and yet not be with your master. It might imply you escaped...but if you did, why are there no memories of you escaping."

Safix runs her eyes over Tinuviel, wraps her arms tightly around herself, and avoids stating what purpose the pretty 'corn might have been intended to serve.

Tinuviel nods slowly and without a word, stands and goes to kneel in front of the altar, looking straight ahead, 'If you wish to try and look at me further, please go ahead. I am certainly willing to hold still for it.'

Safix whispers, still hugging herself, "It's not too hard to guess why she might have no memories of escaping, if that's what happened... painful things are sometimes best forgotten, for healing."

Kern nods and kneels with Tinuviel. "This may feel...a little wierd." He places a hand on either side of Tinuviel's head witout touching, and begins chanting...his eyes bursting into rainbow vorticies as he does so...

Tinuviel holds perfectly still, looking at the statue in front of her.

Kern continues to chant, "Mystra chalkathala yxis hroth!" He looks deep into Tinuviel's eyes, not disturbed by her not meeting his eyes...

Safix watches nervously. Is this going to happen to me? Does it hurt?

Tinuviel's face is serene as she glances at the rainbows that are Kern's eyes, concentrating on them instead.

Kern jaw suddenly drops. "by the vortex..." he utters an oath, breaking the spell. The glow fades from his eyes, but the shock does not.

Tinuviel blinks slowly, ears falling back a little as she looks worriedly at Kern, 'What's wrong?'

Safix steps back a little, worried. Too much magic around here...

Kern says, "it's not...but why would she...this makes no sense..."

Kern closes his eyes, trying to refocus his thoughts.

Tinuviel lilts softly, 'What is it?'

Kern opens his eyes and looks up. "Some of the magic is unfamiliar...perhaps elven or drow...but a piece of it is all too clear. You have Mystra's touch about you."

Tinuviel blinks slowly, 'The lady of magic's? Why....how? What does it mean?'

Kern shakes his head. "I have no idea, Tinuviel. But there is no mistake. Mystra took part in your creation."

Tinuviel sits down on her heels, looking pale and a bit shaken.

Tlara looks between Kern, Tinuviel, Safix, and then Kern again, looking disturbed herself at the mention of the Lady of All Magic.

Kern grumbles. "This makes no sense. Why would she make you and then not give you purpose before sending you out into the world...obviously she didn't just lose you...she has at least a token presence here, so she would know if you had come here by accident or design..."

Tinuviel smiles a little as she seems to recover, 'Why do you not just ask her?'

Kern says, "I don't know that she'll answer, to be honest. Despite my status...my former status...I am not one of her chosen. Even if I were, she is not accountable to any, and doesn't have to say anything...but still...I don't know...perhaps I can make an appeal to Xandros..."

Tinuviel smiles softly and looks from Kern to the priestess, then back, 'I thought priests could ask?'

Kern says, "They can always ask. But the gods are not obligated to give answers."

Kern rubs his forehead. "Maybe I could ask one of the Sisters or Elminster to ask on my behalf..."

Tinuviel nods slowly, 'I know. But, it would not hurt to ask.' she smiles warmly, 'I will trust your judgement in this.'

Kern says, "yeah, well...I can't promise anything, I fear. But...I will do what I can. I expect, however, that you will need to seek out your purpose on your own, Tinuviel...Mystra would not have just put you here without a reason."

Tinuviel nods slowly and smiles warmly, 'Thank you very much for your help, Kern.' she turns to the Tlara, 'And to you as well, priestess.' She lilts softly, 'I am sorry to be such a bother. And if it is an easier task, perhaps you should help your friend learn of her magical abilities?' She smiles at Safix, 'She's been waiting patiently.'

Safix jumps a little guiltily, feeling like she's been eavesdropping on this research into Tinu's past, despite being invited to stay.

Kern blinks, and seems to have almsot forgotten Safix was in the room. "oh! Yes, well...lets do that then. Come here, Safix."

Tinuviel smiles and slips back a bit to give room, looking up at the statue with an odd sort of expression.

Safix obeys, moving as soon as the command registers, then pauses to make a small face before continuing to come closer. "What shall I do?

Kern stands. "Stand or sit, as you wish. This won't take but a moment, and you shouldn't feel a thing. As long as you don't mind my staring at you. ;)"

Safix smiles around the obvious nerves. "Nope. I'll stand... go ahead."

Safix stands, feet apart in a slightly martial stance.

Kern walks up to Safix and palms a prism in his hand as he chants again, his eyes exploding into chaotic color as he eyes her...

Tinuviel watches quietly from nearby, curiosity obvious in her eyes, as is the thoughtfulness from earlier revelations.

Safix stands bravely still.

Kern looks Safix over for a triple handful of seconds as he chants quietly, and then stops, the glow fading from his eyes,

Safix says tentatively, "...yes?"

Kern says, "You could possibly be a mage. It would take time to teach you, however. More time than we have. You don't have a knack for it like Keesha does. However, you may not need to be trained."

Safix tilts her head, frowning. She looks both relieved and disappointed... then puzzled. "May not need to be trained?"

Tinuviel listens quietly.

Kern nods. "For the purposes of flying a jammer, at least. Are you aware that you currently posess a strong dweomer on your person?

Safix blinks. "Er... a what?"

Dakini arrives from outside.

Dakini walks in quietly and thoughtfully, but pulls up at seeing others in the room, uncertain as to whether she's interrupting or no.

Safix starts a bit at the sound of a newcomer, glances over and relaxes visibly to see it's Dakini. She waves slightly, then turns back to giving Kern a puzzled look.

Dakini smiles and nods politely to all, then steps quietly to the side and out of the way, since something's apparently going on.

Tinuviel is sitting quietly near the altar, glancing between Kern and Safix and the statue of Mystra, looking both curious and oddly thoughtful. There is also a priestess of Eldath sitting in a pew wearing white robes.

Tinuviel smiles at Dakini as she comes in, looking a bit preoccupied.

Kern says, "You have a powerful enchantment on you...or more precisely, on your back, rather than on an item you are wearing."

Kern directs this to Safix, who is so intent on her that he misses Dakini's entry.

Safix twitches and looks almost guilty for a brief moment before her face smooths.

Safix says hesitantly, "I... have a tattoo there. Of wings."

Kern says, "I take it from that face you made you are aware of it?"

Kern arches an eyebrow. "Really."

Safix... blushes.

Kern says, "Would you consider it to intrusive if I had a look for myself?"

Tinuviel looks at Safix curiously, then looks back at the altar, trying to be polite.

Kern does not respond to the blush, perhaps hoping that cool professionalism would be more effective in this matter.

Dakini grins lazily at you from behind the reflective blue-green shades which hide her eyes. Her hair is long and tousled, a bright, red-gold mane that occasionally hides her small pointed ears. She's a tall, slender, strong woman, with small but callused hands, and well-muscled forearms. She wears a soft, comfortably loose, ivory silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Over that is a sturdy, quilted, sleeveless tunic of dark indigo blue embroidered with intertwined silvery stars and ivory-gold unicorns. It is belted off snugly with a wide, well-worn leather belt. On her right hip, tied down about the right thigh, rides a holstered flechette pistol. On her left hangs a decorated and runically embossed scabbard with the plain, worn-leather-and-wire wrapped pommel of a short sword protruding from it. Sturdy, worn dueling gloves are tucked into the back of the belt, mostly hiding a cross-holstered dagger. Slung over one shoulder is her battered, padded leather airwoman's jacket, heavily decorated on the back with a rabidly snarling, eight-limbed, winged beast, and numerous other colorful decorations on shoulders, arms, and front. Her long legs are fitted with snug breeches, and her knee-high, well-used black leather boots and jacket smell pleasingly of years of quality leather care.

Safix says, "Ah... at my mind again? Oh... or at the tattoo? Visually or magically?"

Kern says, "At the tattoo, specifically. Physically, if it's not a problem."

Dakini smiles quietly, "Safix... it's somewhat obvious you know something about the tattoo. Why not tell what you know?"

Safix looks slightly relieved at the thought that Kern just wants to look at the outside. "Um... no, it's ok. Hang on."

Kern blinks at hearing Dakini's voice, and glances up, finally seeing her. he doesn't seem pleased to see her..though not displeased either. Mostly just uncomfortable. He refocuses on Safix, trying to cover his momentary display of emotion.

Dakini nods politely to Kern, and withdraws quietly.

Dakini leaves the temple.

Tinuviel gets to her feet in a fluid motion and wanders closer to the statue, looking up at it curiously.

Safix walks over to face the corner, where she unfastens her belt, slips her arms into her tunic and shifts it around til the gi-style opening is at the back, and the front is modestly solid.

Safix turns and looks dismayed to find Dakini gone, but walks back over to Kern and faces away from him, tunic open in back to show her tattoo...

Kern parts the cloth to stare at the tatoo...he traces it gently with an outstretched finger. "Most curious. The only time I had ever heard of tattoo magic was from a brief stay in Sigil, City of Doors...but I assume you've never been there, Safix...."

The tattoo on Safix' dark golden back is stark black and very intricate. It appears to be a rather spiky, stylized depiction of wings, and extends from above her shoulderblades to wrap around her ribs a bit, with the lower portion disappearing below her waistband.

Safix flinches and makes a small, pathetically unhappy sound when Kern touches it.

Safix relaxes again quickly, oddly enough.

Safix actually seems more relaxed now than at any point before, muscles un-tensing.

Tinuviel turns to watch quietly, fingers resting lightly on the statue's hand as she tries to remain unobtrusive.

Kern arches an eyebrow, removing his finger.

Kern says, "Where did you get this tattoo, Safix?"

Tlara gets up momentarily, gliding out the temple door.

Dakini arrives from outside.

Safix tenses slightly again, but only a little. "I don't remember."

Kern seems to be looking at something else now, on Safix's back, and his hackles raise, his eyes growing dark. "I see," he says in response. "Were you aware, at least, of the magic inherant in it?"

Dakini enters quietly, and murmurs, "Pardon me," to the priestess... then leans quietly against the back wall, watching silently.

Tlara smiles serenely, and goes back to watching Safix and Kern.

Safix sighs. "I used to be a slave, Kern. I don't recall exactly when I got it, because I don't recall anything very clearly from those years."

Tinuviel nods to Dakini again, this time standing next to the statue with her fingers on a hand. Then she stiffens a little as she senses a bit of something in the air.

Kern sighs. "I understand...Safix...."

Safix blushes all the way down her back. "Not til this week."

Kern blinks at Safix's addition. "What do you mean?"

Safix adds, carefully, "I, ah, did recently notice that I can kind of float sometimes."

Kern says, "Uhm...and you can fix your tunic if you want. I'm done looking."

Kern Hmmms and scratches his chin. "That would be consistent with the type of magic inscribed..."

Safix is unperturbed by showing a little skin to Dakini, who's in front of her, and does her tunic-reversal trick again, slipping it quickly around and tying her belt neatly into place, holding the gi-style tunic shut.

Safix turns to face Kern again. "Oh?"

Dakini smiles quietly, but doesn't move aside from that.

Kern nods. say Yes. Flying magic is of the 'alteration' school of magic, which is what I sensed on you.

Kern says, "it might be interesting to test how powerful the enchantment is...it measured relatively strongly to my mage-sight."

Safix says with a muffled grin, "How would you test that?"

Kern says, "It's also possible that, since it appears to be a magic that replenishes itself, you could use it to help you pilot a helm."

Safix says, "So far I can't do it on purpose..."

Kern arches an eyebrow. "You can't make yourself fly?"

Tinuviel looks curiously at all of you, following as voices speak, though her eyes keep returning to Kern with an odd, puzzled look.

Kern feels Tinuviel's eyes on him, and glances briefly back at her curiously.

Safix is painfully aware that she's blushing, and ignores it. "That's more or less what I said, yes. So far it's happened by accident."

Kern says, "Hmm. It may not be that easy, then. If you could control the magic, you could probably fly a helm...if not..."

Dakini murmurs with quiet amusement, "Would it happen to occur when you're... emotionally buoyed, Safix?"

Tinuviel blinks slowly, then looks away, realizing she's been rude.

Kern keeps the air of cool professionalism, so as not to further embarass Safix.

Kern looks frustrated and confused as Tinuviel looks away.

Safix's mouth twitches into a rueful smile. "Ah, kind of yes, Dakini."

Dakini nods, still smiling, then says gently, "Maybe you could try meditation, or some other form of personal control of emotion, to attempt to recreate that feeling and to fly."

Safix's expression vanishes completely for a moment as she focuses inward, seriously considering that suggestion.

Tinuviel blinks slowly and looks back up at Kern, 'I am sorry. I am still not sure on how to interact with people.'

Dakini glances at Tinuviel with idle curiosity, "So, did you discover anything interesting about your background, lady unicorn?"

Kern smiles at Tinuviel. "Oh. I was wondering if it was something I said...or if I just grew horns or something. Or Mystra just appeared behind me."

Dakini chuckles quietly, "No, just me back here, Kern."

Tinuviel turns and smiles, looking a bit uncertainly at Dakini, 'Yes. According to Kern, I was created in some manner by the Lady of Magic.'

Safix blinks, eyes widening as she stares behind Kern. "How'd you know?!"

Safix giggles, then tries valiantly to refocus. ;}

Dakini nods, glancing at Kern, "So does the Lady of Magic work with the good drow goddess ever? That's where the smart money'd go, I'd think."

Kern boggles at Safix, and then whirls around. Seeing nothing, he turns back around with a baleful look. "Don't *do* that!"

Tinuviel shakes her head as she looks back at Kern, the faintest tint of red at her ears, 'Nothing of the sort.'

Safix says, "There's a good drow goddess?"

Dakini rolls her eyes, then smiles, "Yup. The Dancing Lady, apparently. I'm not going to try for their names."

Kern huhs at Dakini. "What? What makes you think Eilistraee is involved?"

Safix raises her brows quietly.

Dakini points at the obviously drow elf, "Isn't it obvious? And you already know one of Her paladins is here."

Kern says, "Well...yes, but that doesn't mean there's a connection between Obsidian and Tinuviel..."

Tinuviel's ears twitch as she gets the look of someone putting two and two together, even before any names are mentioned.

Dakini shrugs, "It'd be foolish of a deity to drop off something created in a dangerous place without protection. And there actually is a connection between them... they're both drow."

Kern says, "Although there was an unfamiliar magic intwined with Mystra's..."

Safix breaks off her useless attempt to focus and snarls, "Arrgh! I need to help Keesha! How can I make it work?"

Dakini remains leaning against the wall, her arms folded... and nods quietly to herself as Tinuviel gets that 'oooooh' look.

Kern blinks. "Wait a minute. You've got a point there."

Dakini smiles at Safix, "Quit worrying about it. Annoying advice, I know... but it's the best I can offer."

Dakini grins lazily at Kern, "Several, actually... but I usually keep 'em covered."

Safix gives Dakini a frustrated look, though it's obviously not directed at her, and sighs sharply, nodding. She sits down on the floor.

Kern says, "I'd actually overlooked that part. Mystra and Eilistraee have a history of collaborating...so if she made a drow, it's likely with the Dancing Lady's aid."

Dakini nods quietly.

Tinuviel tilts her head slightly, 'And her brother is worshipped here, isn't he?'

Dakini nods quietly again.

Kern scratches his chin. "That may be the answer, Tinuviel. "Maybe you should seek out Obsidian, and she can give you an answer as to your purpose."

Safix lies unobtrusively down.

Kern frowns. "Now I wonder what the goddesses have up their sleeves."

Kern looks down at Safix. "Are you all right, dear?"

Tinuviel nods slowly and actually starts pacing a little, glancing between Kern and Safix curiously.

Dakini holds a shushing finger up to her lips, "Shh... she's trying to meditate, I'm guessing, Kern."

Kern blinks and ohs, and steps away, to give her room.

Safix is stretched out on the floor, relaxing... she opens her eyes to say "Mm hm... testing..." to Kern, then closes them again... while they were open, they were more red than green.

Kern blinks more, with that cute confused expression on his face as he steps back.

Dakini grins quietly, tilting her reflective shades down enough to wink at Kern... then sliding them gently back into place.

Tinuviel continues to wander around, with that odd, thoughtful expression, the only sound the soft rustle of her gown.

Safix's expression softens and her lips curve as her thoughts turn deeper inward.

Kern clears his throat quietly, fighting back a blush.

Keesha arrives from outside.

Dakini is grinning mischievously from where she leans against the back wall, arms folded. She's watching Kern standing in the middle of the room looking bemused, while Tinuviel paces slowly... and nearby Safix lies on the ground, meditating.

Dakini nods, still smiling, to Keesha, holding a cautioning finger up to her lips.

Safix is prone and relaxed on the floor, eyes closed... and a smile heading toward a definite smirk on her lips.

Keesha flits in through the door. "Ah, there you are, Kern."

Tinuviel looks up as Keesha enters and smiles a bit distractedly.

Kern watches Safix quietly, and wondering, as he does, if Dakini is watching her or Safix. At Keesha's entry, he holds up a cautioning finger of his own to his lips, indicating the meditating Safix with a thrust of his chin.

Safix has just risen about three inches off the ground, floating gently in the air, when Keesha enters and speaks. The prone elf smacks back into the stone with a thud, her eyes flying open. "Ai-ya!"

Tinuviel jumps a bit at the sudden thudding sound and looks worriedly at Safix.

Safix sits up carefully. "Oof."

Keesha winces, not realizing that Safix was working on something. "Sorry." She lands on the floor for once, out of deference to the Powers that the Temple is dedicated to, and does the Keero bow in the direction of the altar.

Kern grits his teeth. "Whoops."

Safix rubs the back of her head, grinning faintly. "It works... sort of... I'd better keep practicing, though."

Dakini nods to Safix, "There you go then. See how helpful thinking about something... er... interesting is, instead of worrying?" There's the faintest hint of amusement in her voice.

Safix stands, wincing, and eyes the assembled thoughtfully. It turns into a more amused and faintly embarassed expression when she looks over at Dakini.

Safix says to Dakini, "Er... yes."

Dakini gives Safix an innocently inquiring look? -which devolves into a mischievous grin again. "Good."

Tinuviel slips close to the door, as if going to slip away quietly in all the confusion, her expression almost one of longing as she glances at all of you.

Dakini tilts her head politely to Tinuviel.

Safix says wryly, "But I'm not sure how useful that's going to be long-term."

Safix nods to Tinuviel as she seems to be going.

Kern nods. "We might don't be able to do anything useful with it before the battle, unfortunately..."

Dakini turns her attention back to Safix, smiling, "One step at a time, Safix'ya. Walk before you run."

Safix's face looks fierce. "I don't have time! I want to help fight..."

Dakini says, "***** Editor: Kern meant might /not/.""

Safix says, "...and the best way seems to be if I could help Keesha, she could use the hand..."

Keesha looks rather bemusedly at Dakini. Groundlings... you can't learn flight gradually...

Dakini murmurs calmly, "Ah... panicking will help so very much..." She smiles, so there's no sting to her words. "Safix... there will be things for everyone to do. Believe me... war isn't something to look forward to."

Safix says, "--But I don't have time to learn to power the helm!"

Tinuviel blushes faintly as she's noticed, but nods politely and slips out the door to make her way home to her room.

Tinuviel leaves the temple.

Safix isn't in a particularly calm mood, but nods to Dakini without too much ruffling.

Kern says, "Hmm. I could imbue you with some temporary magical energy, Safix, if you're intent on piloting the helm...but it will require you to be able to focus. You think you can do that?"

Safix jumps experimentally up and down. She doesn't stay in the air.

Safix's eyes are almost entirely red-irised when she looks at Kern to answer. "Yes."

Dakini sighs softly, then smiles, remembering being that impatient for improvement... NOW, dammit! -when she was younger too. Well... it's not like my teachers were able to help me buy a clue either...

Keesha skrees, "Anyone who can make intricately detailed jewelry is quite capable of focusing."

Safix's eyes lose a little bit of red as Keesha speaks. She nods gratefully.

Kern nods. "I only ask because she has a hard tiem focusing this dweomer on her tattoo..then again, it's an unfamiliar sort of thing. If I lend her some magical energy through a spell, it should be relatively straighforward for her.

Safix looks a lot less violent now. She smiles thinly.

Keesha frowns. "There might be some issues about that tattoo that interfere, also."

Kern says, "Not to mention how it was gotten."

Safix looks at Keesha. "Like what?"

Keesha skrees, "I have no idea. Subconscious things. Mental blocks."

Kern nods in response to Keesha's surmising.

Safix shivers, but says "I woke up floating this morning. I remember pieces of things when I dream. Do you think if I could remember more... I could remember how to fly?"

Keesha skrees, "Probably."

Kern says, "Do you think you'd want to remember, however."

Kern says, "That, as they say, could be the rub."

Safix frowns, very serious. "I think I should."

Keesha skrees, "Your subconscious mind remembers, the trick is to bring that memory forward without whatever nastiness is attached to it."

Kern says, "SHould and want to are different things, Safix."

Safix says, "Any ideas how we could make me remember?"

Kern says, "Hypnosis...I could ask Tlara to help, if she's willing to stick around...I wonder where she got to anyway..."

Safix looks like she's thinking of something very specific. "I would very much like to know some things."

Kern says, "Don't expect it to be easy or without pain, Safix."

Dakini paces silently across the room, then nods politely to the altar. After that she settles down cross-legged on the steps of the altar, pulling some tools out to lay on her lap. She watches the conversation idly as she quietly cleans her sword... it's slow, relaxed movements, as if she's almost meditating.

The sweet scent of clove oil drifts from the cloth she uses.

Safix nods shortly to Kern. "I think I know that, thanks."

Safix looks slightly chagrined at her own tone, and nods to Kern again rather apologetically.

Kern nods. "Understood. If you want me to, I'll see if I can work something out for the future."

Safix inhales deeply, as if she likes the musky-sweet scent of cloves.

Safix looks dismayed... "Not now?" but nods to Kern. "Yes, please."

Kern sniffs. "Smells like something El would be smoking..."

Dakini tilts her head, then curiously murmurs, "What would you need, Sir Kern? A telepath, or an empath?"

Kern says, "No, Safix, things are rather chaotic right now...and this is nothing to rush into."

Dakini says, "And who is El?"

Kern says, "Elminster,Sage of Shadowdale, from my home planet Dakini. And a telepath might be more expedicious. Empathy is more useful when dealing with psychotherapy. But if we're going for psychic surgery, a telepath is best."

Safix raises an eyebrow. "I really don't see why it can't be rushed... I lived through it all once before, after all."

Dakini nods quietly, then adds lazily, "Smoke good clove oil? What a waste..." as she quietly continues running the cloth along the curved falchion blade in long, slow strokes.

Kern says, "Those memories are blocked for a reason, Safix."

Kern says, "Not the oil, Dakini...the leaves themselves."

Dakini smiles peacefully up at Kern, her hand motions continuing without need of her watching them, "Teasing, my dear knight..."

Safix says impatiently, "And I want them back. It's time. I can deal."

Safix says with a wistful growl, "I want to fly."

Kern says, "Would you also like MPD or some other form of insanity, Safix?"

Kern says this rather bluntly.

Safix looks redly at Kern, but nods. "Point."

Dakini nods quietly, "Kern's right, for all that he's fun to tease... you're right on the high-risk borderline for that, Safix'ya. Believe me, you don't want to hurry something this important."

Kern nods, his face a little red himself, but for what reason is not clear. "If that's settled, I have some other pressing things to attend to...battle plans and such...I hope I was of some help, Safix, and I will see you all later.

Safix says in a low, throaty voice, "I'm aware there's a risk. But I'm not as delicate as you seem to think. What I survived once without friends, surely I can come through-- especially if we can single out the memories just of flying at first-- ...can come through again, with friends this time and a reason to hope."

Kern says, "Keesha, you're welcome to join the mages discussions if you have time."

Keesha nods. "I'm not that experienced at it myself yet. For now, I'll listen."

Safix looks at Kern, face falling a bit. She says worriedly, "Have I offended you? I'm terribly sorry if so."

Dakini gazes curiously at Kern, then smiles, "Leaving so soon, Sir Kern?" She glances at Safix, adding bluntly, "Let me put it this way, then, Safix... it is my personal opinion that it would be an extremely unethical thing to do, were I to force memories you'd hidden in your non-conscious mind into the foreground... just so you could use a flying helm in a war that probably isn't going to last that long anyway."

Safix adds, "I know I'm reacting badly. It's.. very important to me, and also very difficult. I'll try to behave better, and I truly apprciate your aid, Sir Kern. Thank you."

Kern smiles at Safix, and shakes his head. "No, dear. But this is a time of brewing troubles, and I've just been...a little stressed recently."

Kern says, "Good eve to you all."

Safix actually chuckles. "You too? Well, good luck, and thanks again. We'll talk later."

Safix bows. "Good 'een, Kern."

Kern smiles tenatively at Dakini. "Pressing problems abide, Dakini. Business before pleasure."

Dakini smiles peacefully from her seated position, still slowly, calmly cleaning the sword, and nods quietly, "So they say. Aluve', Sir Kern."

Keesha nods. "Good evening, sensei."

Kern dissapears in that trademark, no-frills manner. One second, Kern. next second, no Kern. Poof.

Safix looks at Dakini. "I can't argue with your ethics. But I hope I can change your mind... I don't just want to do this for the war. I want to do this for my sanity."

Dakini nods to Safix, still with that peaceful, centered gaze, "Of course, Safix'ya... but after the war might be better, when we can focus more on you, ja?"

Safix says tentatively, "I do understand that reasoning... but I want to help. I want to be... better able to help my friends stay safe. That's the pressing matter. I'm just not very useful as is."

Dakini says, "Well... I'd disagree, myself... but then I expect you expected me to say that. But if you expect to lead the charge against the neogi, then yes, you're most likely going to be frustrated in that desire. What I think you're missing is that for every woman in the field... there's 10 support personnel behind her... and without them, she cannot function as a good soldier."

Dakini smiles faintly, "And the job of home defense is nothing to sneeze at. In fact, if the neogi do what I expect, the home defense forces will see far more action than I'd like."

Safix swishes her hands through the air impatiently. "I don't even have something to do for support, whoever my soldier is. Of course I don't want to lead the attack. I'm not insane or ridiculous."

Keesha skrees, "I agree. The support folks are the kids and the older folks, the ones who can't handle the front lines. What do you expect the neogi to do, Dakini?"

Dakini says, "Nonsense. You do so have something to do... work will come to you. Willing hands are always valuable in a war... and your skills could be extremely useful should the neogi land." She glances at the bat curiously, "What are you agreeing with, Keesha?"

Safix adds in frustration, "At least if I could fly I'd know I could carry somebody about my size out of harm's way quickly, should they be incapacitated."

Keesha grins. "That she's not insane or ridiculous for wanting to help."

Safix smiles warmly at Keesha.

Dakini says, "Oh... I'm not inferring that. I'm simply suggesting she quit worrying about it so much... as if helming a jammer is the only way she can help." She looks curiously at Safix, "How do you know that?"

Keesha holds up a fingerclaw. "However. It may be unrealistic. There will certainly be other chances to fight, and you don't want to hurt yourself trying to get into this one if you're not ready."

Dakini nods quietly.

Safix opens her mouth, blinks, and blushes.

Dakini smiles and goes back to slowly wiping down the blade she's holding.

Keesha nods. "Exactly. And your friends don't want you to hurt yourself trying to rush things either. Do we, Dakini?"

Dakini grins quietly, glancing up at Keesha, "Somehow I doubt your restating it will have much more impact than what I said... but ja, this is so."

Safix says quickly, "But what about me not wanting my friends to hurt themselves, too?"

Dakini grins at Safix, "Then we'll do our best also to not damage ourselves by trying to do too much too soon. How's that?"

Safix shrugs, "We all want each other to stay safe. But some of us will be in danger. I just want--" she winds down at Dakini's words, and sighs, deflating. "All right."

Keesha nods. "We may be hurt in the fight. That's not the same as hurting ourselves by trying to do something dangerous too fast."

Dakini grins quietly again, then simply murmurs, "Safix'ya... there will be things to do. That I'm sure of." She glances at Keesha, answering a previous question, "I'm guessing the 4 smaller neogi ships will continue to harass the elven man-o-war, and those are the ships that will draw most of the Olothii attack... and the one larger neogi ship that's slid off and out of sight will try to end-run us here." She raises a faintly amused eyebrow, then smiles at Safix.

Safix nods, sighing. "Where will you be, Dakini?"

Dakini says, "Here, of course... I can keep a link of some sort with the attacking Olothii ships, and Dammerung can help the healers. My ship was lovely and graceful... but slow and not terribly agile in-system."

Keesha skrees, "Does Dammerung still have a working radio?"

Dakini says, "Er... well, it's... well, sort of. It's psionic."

Dakini says, "But it'd be extremely easy to put a mental link up with you if you wanted, Keesha."

Safix says, "Then I should probably stop trying to move too fast and stay on the planet with you and whoever else I care about stays to fight here. At the very least, I can sharpen knives." She smiles faintly, eyes warm.

Dakini says, "It'd be rather like... hm. Think of it like a mental telephone that communicates emotion or feeling more than precise words?"

Keesha skrees, "You're welcome to ride along with me, even if you can't help helm, y'know."

Dakini blinks quietly... then smiles warmly back at Safix, "Either way you'll be a help, I'm sure of it."

Keesha watches Safix float off the ground again, and this time says nothing to interrupt.

Safix smiles wider, and says "I appreciate that, Keesh... but what use would I be to you?"

Dakini glances at Keesha with a faint grin, to see if she notices... then, realizing she does, says nothing.

Dakini says, "Extra hands, Safix. Things will have to be loaded, moved, shifted... lashed down if the ship's shot... your willing hands are far more valuable than you realize, you know."

Safix says, "If I'm on the ground, at least I'm able to run errands or help wounded or something... unless you shouldn't be alone up there?"

Safix floats a little higher at the mention of willing hands, her eyes sparkling.

Keesha skrees, "I won't be alone... I'm working on recruiting a crew already. Need to man the ballistae and have a longshore crew, that sort of thing. But you'd be a very useful addition for damage control and things, I suspect."

Dakini's grin is struggling to not get too mischievous looking... she looks down at her blade carefully, still smiling.

Safix manages to nod and squirm at the same time. "Um, do we know yet where anybody else will be during the fray?"

Safix adds, "Uhm, I'd hate to leave the ground undermanned, or something like that..."

Dakini chuckles, "Well, if Rokhan can handle it, I imagine he'll be aboard his little sloop, and the Misery will be up and about. Hati will be with me... the lone EIF ship will be flying too, I'm sure, and probably have many of the local mages aboard." She smiles quietly at Safix, "My dear, if you wish to go with Captain Ski'irish aboard the Chirikh, and she's willing to have you, then feel free."

Keesha makes an odd chirrip at Safix's last comment, and is obviously trying to suppress a grin.

Dakini grins sideways at Keesha, trying not to laugh herself.

Safix tilts her head and gives Keesha an odd look. "What?"

Keesha chirrips again, her eyes bright. "Leaving the ground..."

Dakini holds out a hand, trying to distract Safix for a moment, "Safix, come here, please?"

Safix frowns slightly... "--undermanned? This is not the time for dirty jokes, Keesha."

Keesha shakes her head. "No, not that. C'mon over here a minute..."

Safix tilts her head again and looks even more puzzledly at Dakini, but complies, walking over... about an inch and a half off the ground, feet barely moving. "Why?"

Dakini smiles, "Good for you." She ponders for a moment, looking up at Safix from her seat... then nods, "Excellent. Humor me, please? Go to Keesha now."

If Safix turns to do so, Dakini will hastily wave to Keesha to move up... to see if Safix will try to follow.

Safix gives Dakini a slightly dirty look, then turns to comply anyway...

Keesha concentrates hard, her dark eyes flickering as she floats slowly into the air without moving her wings.

Safix moves perfectly unconsciously to Keesha's level, looking her in the eyes with a bit of irritation. "Is the game over yet?"

Dakini beams.

Dakini says, "Not unless you want it to be, Saf."

Safix says snippily, "What do I win if I keep playing?"

Dakini grins lazily, "You fly."

Safix wavers between irritated and excited, chirping "You mean you will help--" and then looking down instinctively when she notices Dakini is shorter than when she last looked...

Dakini grins up at Safix, looking rather pleased, actually.

Keesha skrees, "Indeed." She drifts ever so gently upward, hoping that Safix will continue to drift with her.

Dakini points past Safix, "Pay attention." Hopefully she'll continue to focus.

Safix gasps and falls about half the distance before ebulliance takes hold and she stops.

Dakini murmurs, "Follow Keesha, Saf. Pay attention."

Safix puts a quick hand to her stomach and giggles, a purely happy sound. "That felt funny..."

Safix's face gets intent, though still glowy, and she bobs slightly in the air as she turns without assistance from the ground to face Keesha.

Keesha grins. "Catch me!" She extends her wings now, to help control and boost her own levitation, and moves away and up.

Dakini settles back against the altar so she's out of the way, and watches, smiling.

Safix follows without hesitation, which seems to be the key... no doubt allowed, or it just doesn't work. She reaches Keesha and lightly pokes a shoulder, face alight.

Safix says thoughtfully, eyes dancing, "Keesh? How much do you weigh?"

Keesha smiles and really uses her wings now, going into free flight to cross the room before returning to levitation at the far end.

Keesha grins from across the chamber. "Depends on the local gravity. I mass about 25 kilos, though."

Safix dives recklessly after her, no longer so upright but gleeful.

Dakini glances at her wrist, then upwards again. She's still smiling as she slips quietly along the walls, out of the way of the two fliers, and to the room's door. She pauses long enough to face the altar and bow once... then moves quietly out.

Safix hmms. "I have no idea what that is in pounds."

Keesha chirrips delightedly and starts to play tag with the elf. "Just like the old joke... how do you get to Carnegie Hall... Practice, practice, practice!"

Safix says, "Was wondering if I could lift you, how much I can carry..."

Keesha frowns, trying to calculate the old units. "Something around 50 pounds, if I recall the conversion correctly."

Safix whoops and plays delightedly along. Her control is extremely precise, as if this is a skill she once used a great deal and the important parts of her haven't forgotten how.

Safix pants slightly, "Now if I can just get past needing the emotional jumpstart... I'm afraid to go back down!"

Keesha skrees, "You'll have to somehow. We'll do it again and again... the more you practice, the more confident you'll be."

Safix swoops gleefully across the room and tucks into a tight somersault in midair. From somewhere in the elfball, a voice says breathlessly "Hell yeah!"

The bat alights on the floor again by the entrance. "For now, though, it's time for dinner. The Path sound okay to you?"

Safix floats on her back, grinning. "Sure!" She comes reluctantly down to the ground, tilting as if sinking to touch bottom in water.

Safix stumbles a bit as she tries to walk again.

Keesha chuckles. "Just til we get outside, then I'll race you there...."

(Log stopped Tue Mar 20 1901 10:29 PM by "Keesha" at "Arcanus - Temple" OOC)

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