BBeast

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@Kho, When Xos sundered the Celestial Citadel, it was split into two. Half of it fell to the ground, and was rebuilt as the Terrestrial Citadel. The other half, the gem-clad spire and uppermost floors, kept flying, although was in significant disrepair. Xos remained in the flying part, and has not set foot in the Terrestrial Citadel to my knowledge. As such, the fight between Xos and Vestec happened somewhere in the stratosphere.

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@Muttonhawk Good luck going out into the big wide world. You'll always be an Aussie to me, mate.

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Shout-out to @Double Capybara for creating a detailed wiki page for Mesathalassa, including never-before-seen historical worldbuilding details.

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Cowbells.

@Cyclone

You always need more cowbell.

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The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations
Level 5 God of Crafting (Masonry, Carpentry, Smithing, Alchemy, Armaments)
26 Might & 2 Free Points
BBeast and Muttonhawk

The only porcelain figure attending the centre of Cornerstone today was a regent. Amongst the rhythmic construction of various kaolokinetic constructs was Majus, standing straight, tall, and glinting in the sun. In one hand was a smaller set of armour pressed securely to its shoulder; the figure of Minus. In its other hand was a wriggling and writhing fleshy lifeform, desperate to pass on the programmed message in its bulbous brain. Next to Majus was the only thing that looked more vertical than the avatar's posture. Its longhammer, perched upright on the floor.

The unearthly scene was added to by the sudden, golden-lit entrance of Teknall. The aproned hain held in his hands another swollen brain robed in thin flesh. "Toun, have you seen this?" Distress sat under Teknall's voice.

Majus' head creaked to regard the odd-hain-out before him. Before the avatar could speak for itself, a lump grew on the featureless porcelain centre of its visor. The lump bulged, split, and opened to reveal an intense blue eye gazing down at Teknall.

"Brother," Toun's voice vibrated from Majus' body. His mood was hard to immediately gauge. "I have been busy hunting the murderer. Is this message from Jvan so important if she decided not to send it by a medium wrought of weak matter?" Majus shook the wriggling brain-message for emphasis. "I assumed it to be some fanciful song or poem or other diversion."

Teknall seemed briefly flabbergasted. "You mean you didn't notice? Goliath could see the signs of the battle from orbit." He shook his head and proffered the brain. "This message is vitally important to your mission. Xos has struck again, this time against Jvan. She survived, thank Fate, although Xos left in better condition than her. This is a recording of the battle."

The eye stared silently for a strongly mulled few seconds. Just as suspicions raised that Toun may not have been listening, the eye sucked itself back into Majus' visor, smoothing the split it made and leaving no trace of its presence.

The air cracked beside Majus. One frame of Teknall's senses saw a thin white line leading vertically into the sky above. The next frame saw that line disappear, replaced with Toun and a curling wave of displaced air. Toun's robes settled. He held a new clay spear loosely in his right hand. His eye bored into Teknall as if it were the very same blue orb that bulged from Majus' head.

Without breaking eye contact, Toun stretched his free hand to pluck the fleshy creature from Majus' grip and curled his arm in front of his face. His eye flicked to the brain.

Minimal signs of scrutiny showed on Toun's smooth face. In the pause he took to read Jvan's message, Teknall noticed something off about Toun's very essence before him. Though his physical body stood just as flawless as ever, he read in Teknall's senses with welts and gashes, blemishing the power he radiated.

He looked sore.

"Damn you, sister," Toun muttered. "We could have gathered then. We could have struck. You stubborn, airy, boil Jvan..." He sped his mumbling. "At least Jvan's prod at Xos' physicality corroborates an...insecurity of the shade."

A tile of Cornerstone flung up, opening to a shadowy porcelain cavity. Toun tossed the brain-creature inside before the tile clacked shut. He then returned his regards to Teknall.

"Well?" Toun asked impatiently. "What do you make of it, brother?"

"I have observed that Xos is mobilising against Galbar. It isn't just Jvan. The elementals are at war with each other, half of them declaring loyalty to Xos and the rest resisting the shade's authority. He is seizing the assets Zephyrion has left behind; first the Celestial Citadel, killing Ventus who had succeeded Zephyrion, then the rest of the elementals. Vetros is a possible target if this pattern continues, especially since they have the King's Law, although his actions once there are uncertain. The Ogres are another potential race he could target.

"As for the battle in the recording, I'm sure it contains valuable data for analysing and potentially countering Xos' patterns in combat. Especially valuable are the observations of the use of that spark of power. Aside from the obvious, it appears that Xos might be exercising some restraint with the spark. The last blow being charged from it was far more mighty than the previous uses, even though such excessive force used at the beginning would have seized him a definite victory. Considering Xos' activities with the elementals, it appears possible that Xos has placed some value in keeping Galbar intact. This does not mean Xos won't destroy Galbar if he deems it necessary, such as under threat of defeat.

"We also observe some of Xos' personality and motives from the dialogue. He despises us gods, and has no qualms about killing us if we fail to cooperate, although this we could already suspect. He mentions a specific vendetta against Jvan and her creations. This hints at potential future targets. He could return to fight Jvan again, but considering that this yielded a stalemate he's more likely to attempt different targets of value to Jvan. Ovaedis is an obvious one, although he might target any other large distinctly Jvanic thing, such as the city of Metera, the island of Julia or the decontamination towers. The Sculptors and the rest of Jvan's creatures are mostly too dispersed to be sufficiently valuable targets."

Teknall took a breath as he concluded his observations. "What of you? Any further observations? You seem to have been quite busy."

"Yes..." Toun's neck tensed and his shoulders shuddered ever-so-slightly. "The elementals' conflict has not escaped my investigations. Lesser djinn driven mad. Fleeing into climates ill-suited to their forms." Toun waved his spear to plant it's blunt end on the floor with a sharp cring. He spoke low, as if fatigued. "Jvan provoked the murderer. While this suggests the attack was made upon opportunity, his servant's intervention below our sister smells of premeditation. Still, the way he spoke, the way he acted...I think he targeted Jvan to gain favour with other elementals. His hate for her is not a unique one."

Toun rolled his head, inspecting the sharp point of his weapon. "Why Xos requires elementals? That would be enlightening indeed. Perhaps they guard from a threat to him. Perhaps they are required to enact his destructive plans. Perhaps he likes the taste of flickers. Perhaps there are traces of sentimentality for Zephyrion's creations. Any number may be true. I believe they are more your concern than mine, brother." Toun gave Teknall a brief look. "Preserving mortal civilisations are your project. Not mine. Of course, this is excepting one detail. The King's Law. Do you know its whereabouts?"

"Unless something has happened to it very recently, it is in the possession of King Heru of Vetros," Teknall answered.

Toun's eye flashed. "Then if Xos knows of it and its location, he would have taken it already."

"If he wants to take it. Xos already wields a weapon of unimaginable power, so the King's Law is not as valuable to Xos for personal use. He likely has priorities other than the King's Law. For all we know, he might want to keep Vetros and the bloodline of Primus in power, although at this stage we can only speculate."

With his eye relaxing, Toun's head lifted just enough to show a cynical brand of amusement. "My speculation shall not overestimate Xos' hubris. As a matter of my own knowledge, he is aware he is being hunted now."

Teknall cocked his beak and gave Toun a slightly cynical look of his own, silently telling him to continue.

"He knew I was following him. Even before we encountered on the fifth planet in this system. Lazarus' wretched hybrids named the algeous sphere Soul Aonair. It is the only name I know it by." Toun shook his head. "Nevertheless, we fought. I weathered the spark as much as I could. Without Logos, I was forced to withdraw."

Teknall's eyes widened. "You fought him?"

"He has grown in power," Toun gravely intoned to his closed fist. "He will continue to grow."

"Were you unable to call for Logos?" Teknall queried.

Toun's hands clenched harder. The fingers around his spear shaft creaked against the porcelain surface. "Had I...called...for Logos..." he explained, seething. "I would have lost...my opportunity...to take the spark from Xos' hands. It was a trap sprung almost back against him. We committed mutual failure." His voice regained. "I have his trail now. I have seen him fight and we have sparred before. This new information only seals Xos' fate. I shall be calling upon Logos and we shall soon end this murderer's plans."

Teknall nodded. "Very well. Once Xos is gone we can breathe a little easier."

"There is more, Teknall." Toun straightened and stepped up to Teknall, kneeling down to look level at his hain eyes. "I need you to do something."

"What is it, Toun?"

His voice was low pitched. Devoid of anything but warning. "Xos will kill one more. See that it is not you. See that it is not any of the children. And as far as you can act, see that it is none amongst our siblings."

Teknall swallowed. "I will be vigilant."

Toun's eye softened. "This is no bluster or pride, brother. I have...seen this outcome for myself. Promise me you shall be vigilant. Please."

Teknall dipped his beak slightly. "I will be vigilant, I promise." Teknall raised his eyes back up to look more squarely at Toun. "And you must be vigilant too."

The soft blue eye closed as Toun's shoulders relaxed.

Standing up like a floating silk, Toun stepped away. He clasped his wrist behind his back, letting the spear be held horizontally, and bowed his bald head to look at the polished floor. "The murderer has fooled me only once." His acerbic tone returned. "Such shall remain only once. His chances are spent. All he holds now is the rapidly narrowing length of time before I see him again."

Teknall nodded again. "I should leave you to continue your work. Although..." Teknall turned his head to Majus and cocked it curiously. "What happened to Minus?"

From behind Toun, Teknall saw his bald porcelain head lift and recline. Toun paused for long enough for a few answers to spring up in thoughts around his silence. None of them likely to align with how he himself would explain it.

"Damage during the battle for Xerxes," he stated flatly. "A minor malfunction. I shall repair it soon."

"A minor malfunction? Teknall said incredulously. Teknall stepped up to Majus and poked the arm of Minus' armour. "The armour is empty."

Majus was the first to react, turning its large helmet to the armour over his shoulder as if he had only just noticed it.

Toun answered. "I know."

"Father," Majus intoned. "Minus objective is unfulfilled-"

"I know!" Toun was more firm to his avatar. "It is too late now. Every reason for retrieving the body is now moot. Minus shall be retrieved when its skills are next required. It can take care of itself until then."

"Understood, father."

Toun half-turned to look down on Teknall. "As I said, Teknall, I shall repair Minus. There remain other priorities this day."

"Of course. It was merely a strange sight," Teknall said apologetically, waving a hand at Minus' armour. "I shall leave you to your work, Toun."

"Take care, brother." Toun turned away again. His tone was dismissive, yet the words had a weight to them. Teknall teleported away.

An empty moment passed. Toun slid silently around to face Majus.

"Put down the shell," Toun ordered.

Majus took Minus' armour in both hands and lowered the limp carapace to the floor. That was when Toun spun the butt of his spear at Majus' helmet. The clay bell-toll struck with a force that made Majus' bulk seem like nothing. The avatar flipped back onto its shoulders with a dull crack on the floor. Its legs landed afterwards with two more similar sounds.

"Can I not depend on my servants to capture their own!?" Toun shouted. "Could you not foresee such an idiotic ruse!?!"

Majus sat halfway up before Toun's spear spun and struck it violently to the floor once more.

"The cape, Majus! Your twin has a cape! You were meant to prevent this outcome, Majus! You failed me!"

Majus' next attempt to stand was slower, and clearly showed struggle. This time, Toun took the blunt end of his spear and pushed it down on Majus' neck with both arms, forcing it to the ground again. He clinked one porcelain foot on Majus' chest.

Toun hissed. "You are unfit to pursue Minus. Your mission has failed."

"Understood, father."

"Assume a new mission. You will defend Cornerstone in my absence. Do not let harm come to it or your fellow servants."

"Understood, father."

"Elementals may attack. Drive them away, make examples of their folly. Are you fit for this objective?"

"Yes, father. A djinni cannot hide as Minus can."

One Last Interlude

Teknall has received Jvan's message recording her battle with Xos, and goes to talk about it with Toun.

Toun has been busy, and hasn't read his mail.

Toun reads the message, then Teknall and Toun exchange observations. They try to make sense of the connection between Xos and the elementals, and to elucidate his motives.

Toun reveals that he had recently battled Xos to attempt to steal with Primordial Spark. Toun looks beat up.

Toun delivers a grave warning to Teknall, that Xos will kill once more, and he urges Teknall to ensure that it is not himself or any of the children or, if possible, any of the siblings. Teknall promises to be vigilant.

Majus with Minus' armour was here all along. Before leaving, Teknall inquires about Minus, and openly states that the armour here is empty. Majus is surprised, although Toun is not.

Once Teknall leaves, Toun gives Majus a beating for being incompetent, then reassigns him to the defence of Cornerstone.

No Might spent

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Since there has been mention of Death's Shards, I copied @Rtron's sheet for them into the wiki so you don't have to dig through the Character tab to find them.

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If you know how to use Astartian Magic, a whole world of possibilities opens up :p, you could do magic so powerful that you could defeat an entire army on your own or erase a city from Galbar. Such powerful magic is normally unattainable, but by sacrificing a few souls you can make it happen. Luckily, there's a procedure called "kidnap orphans and suck their souls out" that one can do to obtain large quantities of pure souls :)

@Frettzo

It had better be a lot of souls to obtain magic powerful enough to nuke a city. Souls aren't exactly rare.

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:(

By the way, I don't think I understand the Yonders well enough. They're soulless bodies that go around looking for a soul and memories to steal from an actual sentient being?

@Frettzo

They do that in the early stages of their life. Then they mature into a giant ghost-like interplanetary war construct.

Watch this space for when Termite adds more to the CS. (Maybe this will motivate Termite to finish a CS)

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@Scarifar What is a photon-ship?

@Kho

That would be a kind of space-craft which uses powerful lasers for propulsion.

Edit: Also, can someone tell me how this is done? : (Alchemy is the s͓ͫ͟ecr̝et̝̰͋͢ t͒ͫo̝ u᷂ṇt͇o͇l̲d͟ pͭ͑͊oͧ̋͠w̮̜̖ę̀͡r͈͌̊)

@Kho

Search 'glitch text'. A number of online generators are available.

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I am thinking he will start more a force of nature than rational human. It will be the people he meets first that will teach him about the world. Just so I don't kill myself he is gonna start knowing languages, and basic stuff like that. Is that an OK idea?

@pandapolio

Most demigods start knowing language and basic stuff like that, so that's fine.

If you want him to start as a force of nature type being, have you considered adjusting his appearance to fit? There is no real reason to stick with the human phenotype (although you can keep it if you like).

Have you considered who these first people are going to be? Other player characters, or NPCs?

I don't have time right now to ask anything more.

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Gerrik Far-Teacher

Level 9 Hain Hero
30 Khookies

circa 12 years Post Realta

Outside Tallgrass, Gerrik and Elword met with a small herd of urtelem, a runic defender and a Sculptor of what might have once been a rovaick among them. They might have come closer to the town, but most people in Tallgrass were not particularly welcoming of Sculptors. Performing negotiations and trade a short distance outside of Tallgrass' borders was an amenable compromise.

The Sculptor's presence made Elword slightly uneasy, as it would for most hain. The discomfort was eased by the presence of urtelem, for urtelem always made hain feel safer, and also by Gerrik's calm demeanour. Whether Gerrik was truly unfazed by the Sculptor or whether he was simply very good at hiding his feelings on the matter was impossible to tell.

The urtelem matriarch signed with her hands, and the Sculptor chittered a translation with its three mouths. "Your offer?"

Gerrik and Elword indicated the bundles they were carrying. "We have decorated blankets, and also oil-based paint." The matriarch took a colourful embroidered blanket to inspect and the Sculptor looked at a clay pot of paint. Gerrik continued, eyeing the wooden cart loaded with rocks which had been dug up by the urtelem. "We will trade them for copper and tin ore."

The Sculptor pried off the lid of the pot, dipped a talon into the paint then stuck the talon into one of their mouths and sucked. Another hand dipped into the paint again and smeared a yellow streak onto its skin. Another of its mouths giggled softly. Meanwhile, the matriarch was inspecting the quality of the fabric, its weight and capacity to give warmth, as well as scrutinising its pattern. She held up the blanket for an urtelem beside her to inspect.

Finally, the matriarch made a stony grunt to wake the Sculptor from its finger painting reverie and signed. The Sculptor said, "She'll take those blankets for 14- uh-" the Sculptor gestured as though it were holding a ball. The mathematical urtelem were well-versed in the concept of measurement and metrics, although such concepts were yet to properly enter the languages of Mesathalassa. "Er-, 14 lots this big."

"What of the paints?" Gerrik questioned, "You wouldn't want to pass up an opportunity to have some nice, durable paints like these."

The Sculptor's faces contorted for a moment, and then launched into a silent conversation with the urtelem matriarch. Elword watched the hands twist and dart before leaning over to Gerrik and whispering, "Do you know what they're saying?"

Gerrik shook his head. "Only a few words. I think they're arguing about how much to value the paints."

Elword watched the conversation a little longer, and dreamed of the possibility of being able to carry out a hand sign conversation himself. To be able to communicate directly and meaningfully with urtelem would surely be a marvellous thing. And they knew things which we didn't, like amounts of things, so learning the language would teach new things too. Then his gaze drifted over to the runic defender, who was watching idly, and he saw the intricate Spiral Script patterned across the urtelem's stone skin. The Spiral Script held a beautiful geometric preciseness and intricate interconnectedness, and although Elword could not understand what it said he knew they were words and could see the power carried by those words.

"19 for the blankets and paints," the Sculptor suddenly said. The Sculptor and urtelem had come to an agreement.

"20," Gerrik said, his hands signing the number; he had figured out the hand signs for small numbers.

'19' the matriarch signed adamantly, followed by some more gestures. "19 is their value," the Sculptor translated.

"Alright, agreed," Gerrik said, his hand waving the sign for 'yes'.

Gerrik and Elword handed over the blankets and paint pots. The urtelem with the cart filled with ores came forwards and went with the hain back to Tallgrass to deliver the ore. As they left, Elword lingered for a few moments longer to observe the runic defender, then scurried off to catch up.

~~~~

Elword nocked the arrow, drew the bowstring and loosed the bow. The arrow flew forwards and embedded itself in the cloth-wrapped bundle of hay.

Gerrik tapped Elword's back between the shoulder blades with a long, thin stick. "Engage more."

Elword nocked, drew and loosed another arrow. Gerrik pushed the stick against Elword's hip. "Twist slightly."

Elword nocked, drew and loosed another arrow. Gerrik tapped Elword's left elbow. "Straighten."

This scene repeated, with Elword loosing arrows at the target and Gerrik incrementally correcting Elword's technique between shots, until Elword's quiver emptied. "You're getting better," Gerrik said, "Retrieve your arrows and we'll go again."

~~~~

Elword and Gerrik sat in the craftshain shelter, embroidering cotton sheets with images of looms. Given Lasis' description of the plant and how to use it, it had been relatively straightforwards for Tallgrass to import cotton plants from other regions of Mesathalassa. While they were yet to have their first local harvest of cotton, the imported cotton fibers had been enough to create some textiles.

"I've been thinking," Elword said. Gerrik's look indicated for him to continue. "The urtelem can communicate with their written words. You could probably fit a lot more information, in most cases anyway, using words than pictures, if you had some way to put those words into a physical medium. And you could more precisely describe things that aren't static images."

Gerrik nodded. "If we had such a thing, it would be useful. However-"

"We don't. I know. Such a program would require inventing a written language we could understand, then teaching everyone how to understand it. Conversely, everyone understand pictures. But if we had words it would make things much easier."

Gerrik flipped up a palm. "Consider it a long term project, then."

~~~~

At Gerrik's request, Elword was climbing up the fruit trees to get the fruits growing in the upper branches. While harvesting was important, he had assigned the task mainly to exercise Elword's skill in climbing. Gerrik stood a distance away, observing Elword, when he noticed another hain watching him from outside the farms. He recognised the hain immediately.

"Stone Chipper!"

Stone Chipper gave a slight tilt of his head signalling for Gerrik to approach. Gerrik walked briskly over to his master. Stone Chipper greeted Gerrik with upturned palms. "Hello, Gerrik."

There was the clink of porcelain as they briefly embraced in greeting. "What brings you here, Stone Chipper?"

Teknall looked over to Elword, clambering up among the branches. "I've come to talk about Elword."

Gerrik nodded glumly. "And by extension, my succession plan, I assume."

"Right." Teknall paced a few steps away, and turned his beak to look at Gerrik. "You were born long ago, before most of the development among the hain, or the rest of Galbar. You predate the Night of Phantoms, and some of the other sentient species on Galbar. You have lived your whole life among tribes of hain, even in your extensive travels. You have never seen a city. Although Tallgrass is advanced compared to everything you know, this little town is merely catching up with civilisations elsewhere in the world.

"Furthermore, you have grown weary of travelling. For hundreds of years you had no place to call home, but finally you have found home, found companions, and settled down. Your heart wishes to be Gerrik the husband, the father, the farmer, the craftshain, the village leader, not the nomadic Far-Teacher exploring the world.

"And you know this, so you chose for yourself an apprentice to train not just as a Chipper, but in all the ways of Far-Teacher. You have devoted much effort to training Elword as many skills as you can, and teaching him as many things as can be taught. And you chose well. Not only does Elword possess exception intellect, he is deeply innovative and has an insatiable desire for knowledge. Written language! You saw how he was looking at the runic defender. And that's only one example. Born after the Night of Phantoms, Elword thinks differently to you, and it is this kind of thinking which would most benefit Galbar in the present age.

"You know all this, and have been making preparations, yet you are hesitant. Reluctant. Why?"

Gerrik knew that Teknall knew. Teknall knew all his thoughts. He was asked the question all the same. Water welled up in Gerrik's eyes and he averted his gaze from Stone Chipper. "I've failed you," he half-sobbed.

Teknall stepped forwards and gripped Gerrik's shoulder reassuringly. "You have not failed me. You have been a great success. Look around you! Agriculture, towns, metalsmithing, trade, education. By your hand you have raised the hain through the Stone Age and into the Bronze Age. Your name is second only to my own among many hain in this world. You have laboured ceaselessly for me for dozens of lifetimes, and everywhere you have gone you have left the world a better place. You have earned this rest, a chance to settle down and have an ordinary life in this world you have helped create, reaping the fruits of your labour. As the world enters a new era, it is only appropriate for you to pass your mantle on to someone else."

Gerrik lifted a hand up to wipe his eyes. "Thank you, Stone Chipper." He lifted his head and looked to Elword then back to Stone Chipper. "What now? How do I proceed with this?"

"Continue to train Elword. It will be impossible to teach him all that you know, but that is not necessary. Teach him what is important, and he will learn the rest on his own. Then, not too far into the future, you are to go on one last journey with him, to somewhere you had promised to go 14 years ago."

"Alefpria."

"Indeed. There Elword will succeed you, and begin his mission from that grand city, and you can retire here."

"Sounds like a plan." Gerrik then looked past Teknall towards Elword in the canopy of the fruit orchard. "I'd better head back; Elword's almost finished."

"He's getting faster and stronger, in both body and mind. You've developed a good training regimen for him," Teknall commented.

Teknall and Gerrik embraced once more in farewell. "Goodbye, Stone Chipper."

"Until we meet again, Gerrik."

Summary

We start with Gerrik and Elword negotiating trade with a herd of urtelem, buying some metal ore. Elword takes particular interest in urtelem sign language and Spiral Script.

Elword is being trained in archery. Elword is probably receiving broader physical training from Gerrik as well.

Tallgrass has imported cotton and is starting to cultivate it, at Lasis' recommendation. Lasis' influence has helped develop more sophisticated artworks. (-2 Khookies for textile cultivation)

Elword comments that written language would be a useful invention.

Teknall talks alone with Gerrik. It is confirmed that Elword is indeed going to be Gerrik's successor. Gerrik is from an old way of life and desires to settle down, while Elword is still enthusiastic and has more modern ways of thought. Gerrik feels like he is failing Teknall by retiring, but Teknall assures him that his rest is well-earned and it is time to pass on his mantle due to the changes in global circumstances.

Elword's training will continue, and they will soon set off for Alefpria.

Khookie Summary
Start: 30 Khookies
Spent: 2 Khookies
Earned: 8 Khookies (10,000+ character post)
End: 36 Khookies