conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: TheDarkDM: Climbing the sheer mountainside leading to the Storm Bird's perch, the agents of the Sundom find themselves drifting from reality to something straddling the line of dream.  Fear settles in their stomachs at the sight of the valley spread out below like a polished mosaic, yet somehow every one of them finds the will to continue.  Eventually, clouds obscure the lands below, and they brave a world of mist and icy stone for the last span of their climb.  Eventually they reach the summit, a broad plateau bending towards a central depression scarred without countless lightning strikes.  There the Storm Bird awaits them, huddled in rest but no less alert than in his vigil over Kursaal.
  
     "GREETINGS, AGENTS OF THE SUNDOM.  YOU HAVE RISKED A GREAT DEAL TO DISTURB MY REST."   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: SOSDarkPhoenix: The retinue of Arrakhi is a diverse group to say the least. A gold-scaled Ko huddled in warm clothing, a Scrim made of Comet Stone, and the half-elven Thalaz'ir and his youngest sister Cerys, the latter of which has come to take notes and draw a sketch of the great beast.
  
    "Indeed so, Storm Bird. You know me, but I feel I do not yet know you. Does the guardian of Mamut have a name? There is much to talk about, and a name would go far in times where trust is in short supply."   Says Aneirin, stepping forward while his retinue remains behind him, wary of the beast's power.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: TheDarkDM: Feathers rustling, the Storm Bird gives rise to another peal of thunder before answering.
  
     "I HAVE NO MORTAL NAME, THALAZ'IR, FOR I AM AS I HAVE BEEN SINCE THE MOMENT OF MY AWAKENING IN THESE PEAKS.  YOUR KIND KNOW ME AS STORM BIRD - THAT IS ENOUGH."   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: SOSDarkPhoenix: "Very well. I have come to ask for your counsel, and your blessing. Through miracle, Arrakh-Rah now stands close to your eyrie, and the lands around it are fortified. We erected the Starspire to defend your eyrie and our lands from the Blight that plagues us, and those that serve it. Though my grandmother talked you down from destroying the Targiz, I believe her counsel to have been unwise and misguided by her former affection for Ells Ogra."   The Thalaz'ir lets out a sigh, rubbing his chin as if conversing casually, when in truth, the magnitude of this conversation may shake Mamut.
  
  
    "Before the fall of the Uzii, the Trinity of Light launched a crusade against the Targiz in an attempt to purge the blight forcefully from Mamut, and we would have succeeded were it not for the intrusion of the Uzii. Though we lost nothing tangible, we lost time. The Trinity intends to declare its full might to purging the blighted Targiz and this disturbing cult, but be not confused. This is no mortal quarrel, this is the first step in securing the borders of Mamut against the cancer of the Blight as you have told our forefathers for multiple generations now. We follow your example, and finally heed your words."   Aneirin pauses, reaffirming his words and putting emphasis on his intent.   "The Trinity of Light shall become a bastion against the Blight, with the Sundom at its head."  
    "To this end, I ask your blessing. I am Regent of the West Wind, holder of Mesiron. My cousin, son of Doraan, Orlin, is a master craftsman. I seek to bless a weapon with the power of the storm, your breath of lightning and purification, and to fit Mesiron into the weapon as a catalyst of power. Will you help us, guardian of Mamut?"  
  
  
  Hastily, Cerys draws her reference of the great bird in its eyrie, enamored with its beauty, even as it could bring them low in an instant.   "Great one, I have a question of my own, if you will forgive my intrusion. The power of the Trinity's faith is real, tangible. If we performed a miracle to bolster your own power.. would you accept the gift?"  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: TheDarkDM: The Storm Bird's feathers ripple, and with them a fresh wave of storm clouds billow out around the eyrie.
  
     "IF VIOLENCE PROVES THE ONLY ANODYNE TO THE ROT IN THE TARGIZ, THEN YOU CRUSADE WITH MY BLESSING.  BUT BE WARNED - I SEE ALL, AND I SEE THE KNIFE EDGE THE TARGIZ BALANCE UPON.  I THOUGHT THEM LOST TO DARKNESS, BUT THE SEER PROMISED A LIGHT TO GUIDE THEM.  THE SALVATION OF ALL CHILDREN OF THE WORLD SOUL IS MY DUTY, AND IF YOU WOULD SERVE AS PARTNER TO THE GUARDIANS IT MUST BE YOURS AS WELL.  SO LONG AS YOU WALK THE PATH, I WOULD NOT SCORN YOU MY BLESSING."   
  
  There is a miniscule shift in one of the Guardian's eyes, so small that perhaps Cerys imagines the thunder.
  
     "YOUR MORTAL MAGICS ARE OF A DIFFERENT KEN THAN MY LIFE, CERYS OF ARRAKH'RAH.  I CANNOT SAY WHAT STRENGTH I MIGHT DRAW FROM YOUR PRAYERS, BUT AS TIN MOLDS COPPER INTO BRONZE, THE MELDING OF MORTAL AND IMMORTAL MAGIC MIGHT WORK TRUE WONDERS."   