<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Watching Brennisen and Enastril behave so awkwardly and sweetly together would have given Kirien a much warmer feeling any other time--but right now it seemed the priestess segment of her personality was dominant.  And while it brought a small smile to her lips, her heart beat faster when she saw the two pieces bond just as seamlessly as the two she'd held together.  This...this was beyond anything she'd ever expected to see in her own life, regardless of the time she might live as an elf.  Such things happened in tales, to heroes...not in the waking world she knew.<br/><br/>She took the now-bonded second segment, turning it about, seeking a place where it might join to the segment she already held, but was brought out of her musings by the exchange between Pansy and Taavia.  More weird coincidences, and more pieces.  Would all of them at the table produce such a thing?  Knowing the metal was likely mithril per Taavia's words added only more mystery to the objects.  "Mithril is exceedingly rare, even among dwarves and elves...to blend it with something else..."  She paused.  "One would have to be mad, or very wise...but either way, the metalsmith would need to have a grasp of magic to create such puzzle pieces..."<br/><br/>And then Yesqwyn produced a final piece, completing the collection of those at the table.  Kirien brought each one closer to her, across the scarred and simple oak of the table, the juxtaposition of the basic and the exotic not lost on her mind.  Her eyes raised to her blue-garbed friend, face intense.  "Does this not smack of something far beyond us?  Do you even now feel your link to your deity as if it is on fire?  I do."<br/><br/>At another time the suggestive words of Eferhild would have warmed her own core to interest, but the mystery of the puzzle pieces before her had taken over beyond what her small life had offered her so far.  Even Teria had poked her horned head out of the cloak that enwrapped her, taken by the same curiosity that had engulfed her mistress.<em>Do they all mate together, like lovers?</em><br/><br/>"We shall soon see, my love."<br/><br/>Her eyes rose for a moment at a small sound Brennisen made, and even for that brief instance, she felt her cheeks color at the glance of her shy friend.  But then her eyes returned to the pieces, and the puzzle they formed.  Her quick and deep mind considered, and then her clever fingers worked, placing, one after another, the pieces where she considered they fit.  And it was so.  One by one, they melded together, as her heart raced on, and her skin prickled, until there were no free segments left, and all were as one.<br/><br/>There, within her hands, lay what was unmistakably an amulet.  Barely half an inch in thickness, it was some three inches in diameter, with a shiny, polished surface, but for the central two inches, which were a deep, bright red.  Upon that sanguine central circle was a stylized image of a three-peaked mountain.<br/><br/>The elf maiden's eyes stared at the object, as whole and seamless as if it had never been pieces in the possession of several individuals.  Individuals, some of whom had never met, and had traveled who knew how far.<br/><br/>"This riles my best judgement, my friends and new acquaintances."  She took another breath.  "There is no taste of luck in this...such is impossible."  She shook her head.  "No, this reeks of the cloying incense of the gods."<br/><br/>She looked up at the others.  "Whence do such happenstances occur, but in the legends of old?  And even now, I feel as if I have been placed within such a tale, by the gentle hand of my Ehlonna.  And yet why do my hands tremble so?  For I know the answer without asking any of you.  When the gods pick us up and place us in such a way, it is akin to a player setting the pieces of a game upon the board..."<br/><br/>Kirien set the amulet upon the table, but did not lift her hand from it.  She feared losing contact with it, even if she felt that it was very unlikely that they were meant to construct it, only to lose it.  "I think...I think this is far too great a thing for my own intellect or power to conceive of or understand.  And yet it is not my right to make a choice for all of those assembled here...though I feel a need to speak my mind on what path we might choose.  It is clear--to me, at least--that we should bring this object to the Mage's Guild of Greyhawk.  Great minds and deep histories they have there, as well as the power to discern what this thing is...who created it...and perhaps even what it is for."<br/><br/>She looked around the table.  "What say all of you?  I would not trust my own judgement alone on this, and there are enough here to have at least a semblance of deeper wisdom with numbers.  Each of us owns a part of this thing, and therefore each has an equal say.  Shall we discuss what to do with it, and then make a vote of it?"