((@Tiruin: Nah, I'm the one who controls the turns. If it's going on too long, it's because of me.
In fact, I'm thinking of maybe doing long RPs like this one in real time chat later, then posting the results on the forums.))
The Fey seems to shift her weight from one foot instead of the other.
"He seeks the Source...very dangerous. Even for me. Maybe even especially for me.
But so brave, we can be.
I will follow you, Feleris friend-and we will have so much fun! Hold still a moment, pretty one-let me take something from your mind..."The Fey-'thing', which Feleris is sure is Female by now-shimmers once again. Feleris feels a minor headache, and his vision blackens for a second. When it comes back, she's subtly different-not an obvious copy of him anymore, but with some minor changes, though her weapons and equipment remain in the style of a Sylvan Ranger. In fact, she seems to have taken a melange of personal features from many of the women Feleris has known in his life, his mother to his sisters to his lovers. It is quite an awe inspiring sight, familiar and yet exotic.
Her eyes are no longer rainbows, but a light chestnut brown-but Feleris still feels a veiled, hypnotic power behind them.
"I accept, Feleris!
And since you were so nice to me, I will reward you with my true name...so you can trust me."The Fey steps forward, smiling and placing her hands on his shoulders, lightly whispering her true name to Feleris-a whisper quieter than the footstep of an ant in truth, but he can make it out...
Feleris understands, but he dare not utter it-for to hold her true name is hold power over her. Even saying could have dire consequences.
And she has given it to him freely.
"For my mortal name...Feleris can just call me...Lwy'nna. That sounds pretty, doesn't it?"She steps back, and smiles again.
Gained: True name of Lwy'nna/ If Feleris utters this Fey beings true name, she will generally be compelled to do whatever he asks, even against her will. If forced into combat against her, he can utilize the name to gain a +5 bonus to all stats. Usage of the name will obviously lower her trust toward you, as will sharing it with anyone, since anyone who learns the name can invoke the same powers against her.
Feleris nods, feeling her otherworldly powers begin to dim underneath her veil. He's about to say something when he hears
another voice!
It's vaguely like the Goddess of Life...but also like his new friend...Feleris notices something at this moment-the pendant 'Lwy'nna' is wearing on her chest, in comparison to his own leaf pendant of the Goddess of Life-it's four rainbow colored spheres intertwined irregularly.
It's the symbol of of the Goddess of Chaos. The smell of burning things grows stronger...and...he hears a voice, a chaotic cacophony of many lilting feminine voices.
"You play a dangerous game, child. To touch the Fey without consulting the Goddess of Chaos? Madness!
I would know.
Be careful with her, Feleris. This one is young in soul. Her long ordeal has made her younger still.
She is strong in many ways, but weak in others-Feywrought Iron for example, can harm us...and every step she takes away from the Forest, into the cold stone of the fortress will weaken her...despite popular conception, her powers are mostly misdirection and transfiguration, you know.
She even shared her True Name, foolish girl. You could make her do anything, my child-make her your slave, even. Does it feel good to have so much power, hmm? Don't you feel strong now? She has given it to you freely, and thus I cannot interfere...but I will be watching you.
Hah! I have already told you too much. If you wish to speak to me again, wayward son, you must do proper sacrifice. And, I don't think my Sisters would enjoy that...the question is, are you willing to tempt fate to get the Source?"
The smell of burning slowly fades...
Gained: +10%
PietyIn the beginning, some the legends of the Elves say, there were four sisters, born from the Terra, the Queen.
...they were Sister Life, Battle, Death-and then there was Sister Chaos.
Her followers claim it was she who created the Elven people as playthings-to see how the mortal and immortal could coexist in one body. The first generation of Elves lived under her sometimes wise, sometimes mad rule as best they could.
But, she did not play the games the other Goddesses did, preferring to ally and betray the others entirely at whim. Thus, she was destroyed at the dawn of the second age, shattering her tenuous hold over the Elven people as they were in turn, claimed by the other Gods.
The Goddess of Chaos is now but a remnant of her original spark, the divine protector of Fey-and to a lesser degree, the Elven people themselves, even now, when her unpredictable nature deems it so.
She is an outcast Goddess, and her worshippers tend to be outcasts and vagabonds, not always evil but entirely chaotic, refusing to live under law and order of any type. It includes a surprising number of artists-and the Goddess of Chaos is at least, the patron of art in Elven culture, using her living dreams to empower music and painting with divine strength. Her cults also tend to destablize Elven society whenever they can-sometimes even going as far as kidnapping and ritual murder, but that has died down in recent years, more to her constantly changing whims than any real reason.
Worshipping her is dangerous, but it carries great rewards for those who dare. She likes pretty, imaginative things-art, woodwork, gemstones, finely worked metals and jewels, even music, poetry and song...and naturally, blood. The Goddess of Chaos enjoys the sacrifice of those handsome and beautiful, guiding their souls to serve her court, evil or good-she does not care. As long as they are pretty enough to grace her collection.
While this might be viewed as barbaric, in many cases those bodies sacrificed to her become Fey beings themselves, and return to the World of the mortal-so it is not an entirely unjust fate.
As for rewards, the Goddess of Chaos is unpredictable in the extreme-but she is known to shift fate and luck to favor her champions, give them insight into the world of dreams and the power of creation, and occasionally gifts them with very pretty, extremely powerful toys from her collection she has grown bored with.
Paying homage to the Goddess of Chaos tends to make one unpopular with the rest of the Elven Pantheon-with the dour, taciturn Goddess of War taking the most offense, and Death taking the least.
Feleris looks back. Halabarad is no doubt anxiously expecting him to return soon.
Lwy'nna stands patiently at his side, waiting for him to lead on, with a small smile on her face.
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