From: Mosquito [jrorr@exis.net]
Sent: Thursday, July 09, 1998 11:44 AM
To: dewshine@murkworks.net
Subject: Hypnotized (log)

Log Cast: Lrilanya (logger/editor), Naeblis, Meyika, Dusk (contributer)
Log Date: 7/3/98
Log Note: It starts out with a quiet moment with Lrilanya and Naeblis,
but when Snee gets mentioned, things slowly start to twist around..
Additional Note: This log has been updated to include some locksending between Dusk and
Meyika. Those poses will be preceded with [DM].  The point of view is Dusk's.

You travel through the passage, following its twists and curves till you arrive at...
Glittering Cavern
     As you enter this huge cavern, you almost gasp at it's sheer
beauty. The walls glitter from light reflected by countless gems
 embedded in them. They seem to dance like thousands of fireflies across
 a huge field, and every color of the spectrum is represented. Added to
 the incredible vista is a veritable symphony of the Underworld, as tiny 
droplets of water fall into small pools and their sound is echoed
 through the whole cavern. There are several stools that look like they
 were grown out of the living rock, and a small hot spring lies in the
 center of the cavern.
     The many crystals here reflect and amplify all light so that it is
 esay for even a surface dweller to see the cavern.
Contents:
Hot spring
Obvious exits:
East(E)  South(S)  

Naeblis emerges from the passage to the east.
Naeblis has arrived.
Naeblis nods. ** Darkness to you, Lrilanya... **

Lrilanya is seated, knees and legs arranged beneath and in front of her,
 on a bench positioned near the hot spring, her outermost robe removed
 in the closeness of the heat to be folded in her lap. At the sending
 she looks up and inclines her head. ** Clear tunnels, Naeblis. **

Naeblis looks slowly around the cavern, enjoying the glitter of his
 home. ** You enjoy the heat? **

** It is.. relaxing, ** Lrilanya replies, her voice faint and thin. **
 The tunnels are yet otherwise damp and cold when apart from the lava
 caverns. ** It is enjoyable to absorb what heat I can gather from here. **

Naeblis seems not to smile at this. ** Would you prefer the touch of the
 daystar? I am certain you would gather the heat you need that way... ** 
He smiles, turning the statement into a witty joke, and nothing more...

The humor is acknowledged and is gifted with the rare ripple of
 amusement, though dry, as Lrilanya releases it. ** Somehow I doubt that
 I would be able to stand that much heat and enjoy it. **

Naeblis smiles idly. ** You are probably correct... I don't remember it
 very fondly myself. **

** Very few of our kind would, I'd imagine, ** Lrilanya answers, a faint
 smile lingering on her lips as she turns her head back to regard the
 spring.

Naeblis smiles for a moment. ** Why do you not go to the beach, instead
 of here? The sand is soft, and it is warm there as well... **

Lrilanya sends openly ** I have found in recent times it is far
 difficult for me to complete the walk there. It is far from my Cavern
 and I tire.. **

Naeblis nods. ** That is unfortunate. I enjoy the beach, even when I am
 not practicing my bladesmanship there. **
Naeblis looks at Lrilanya. ** If you wish, I can escort you there. **

** You use a blade? ** Lrilanya queries, her interest touched. At his
 offer, though, she quiets, turning around to return his gaze
 thoughtfully, then inclines her head in a slight nod. ** Yes, I would..
 like that, Naeblis. **

Naeblis reaches his hand out to help Lrilanya up. ** Yes, I do use a
 blade. ** He gestures slightly to the one at his belt. ** I am not very
 skilled, but I do use it. **

Lrilanya ponders, then moves to accept the hand, bone-thin fingers
 wrapping about his in a gentle grip as her other hand folds the
 discarded outer-robe over her arm. ** My sister knew the blade.. cousin
 Kytek taught her its uses. ** Gentle grief, faded and gentled with
 time, touches her sending. ** After her death it was given to me.
 Perhaps one day when your skills are refined you might teach me how to
 wield it. **

Naeblis smiles, his send tinged heavily with amusement. ** You may wait
 years... ** He frowns. ** I have found no time to practice with Kytek,
 to my chagrin. I have been forced to seek a teacher in another House.
 ** He pulls Lrilanya to her feet easily, his rail-thin body disguising
 its strength.

Lrilanya's grip tightens, briefly, when her stance falters beneath her
 weight, but she corrects it with fluid ease. ** Cousin Kytek has been
 missing as of late, not long after Mistress Shanath's death. The Garado
 loses strength, it seems.. only one in the Council.. ** Her lips purse
 thoughtfully, then she turns her head to regard Naeblis curiously, her
 skirts rustling slightly as she moves around the bench. ** Which House
 is this you speak of? **

Naeblis's face straightens. "Anado."

Dim surprise sparks in Lrilanya's eyes. ** You speak of Zelgadis. **

Naeblis nods, but says nothing in reply. ** I had my first lesson the
 other day. I learned how far over my head my home can be, if I am not
 careful. **

Lrilanya makes a soft 'ahh'ing sound as she starts to move forward,
 though glancing to Naeblis through the corners of her eyes to guide. It
 has been long since she stepped foot upon those beaches and her memory
 has faded. ** I am sure he is an.. interesting teacher. **

Naeblis smiles, and remembers his first lesson. ** I will learn much
 from him. ** Naeblis leads Lrilanya into the River Cavern.
Naeblis goes through the eastern passage.
Naeblis has left.

You go through a twisting rock passage to the east...
River Cavern(#2158RAJLa)
        This cavern is even larger than the Glittering Cavern. it is kept
 alight by phospherecense and some odd fungi that casts a green glimmer
 over the area. In the center of the cavern is a river, actually just a
 large stream, that is crossed by several bridges of rock. Pillars of
 natural stone support the high ceiling, and between them, on can see
 the entrances to various dwellings for many of the tribe. Stalactites
 and stalagmites rise to embrace, though some have been shaped into
 furniture. The river winds from an impassable opening to the north,
 southwards to a cliff. Next to the river, between two of the bridges is
 a low wall made of stone, which has been lade together not shaped. A 
large chasm has opened up in a large section of the floor of the cavern.

To see a list of caves type '+view caves'.

Obvious exits:   West (W)  Downstream (S)  Upstream (N)  Northeast (NE)
Contents:
Naeblis
Obvious exits:
Chasm <D>  

Lrilanya sends openly ** I am certain you will. ** Her footsteps are
 light and silent, yet she follows him without fail. For now. ** He is
 skilled, from what I have percieved of him. **

Naeblis nods. ** So I have heard. **
Naeblis continues on, not tugging, merely guiding.
Naeblis heads towards Upstream (N)
Naeblis has left.

You head towards the Underground Forest.
Underground Forest(#4119RL)
        A large cavern opens up, revealing a veritable forest of mushrooms
 which are tended by trolls. The trolls are watch over by other 'loyal'
 trolls and various Underworld Elves. There are rock-shaped irrigation
 canals leading to the rows of mushrooms, to provide the necessary
 moisture for the mushrooms to grow. The mushrooms are MUCH larger than
 the ones that grow in the forests of the above world, as they are being
 raised VERY carefully. In fact, just ONE of the mushrooms looks like it
 could feed 2 to 4 elves by itself.
        As you glance around, you notice that the walls of this cavern are
 a little too smooth, and if you have MagicFeeling, it will tell you
 that this whole cavern was shaped by powerful Rockshapers.

<'+view caves' to see entrances>
Obvious exits:   Downstream (S)  Upstream (N)  Northwest (NW)
Contents:
Naeblis

Naeblis sends openly ** My first lesson was... A little unsettling. **

Lrilanya's movements start to slow at this point and she falls quiet,
 her grasp weaker. Yet she is not empty of reply, nor disappointing a
 conversationalist as she queries, ** Oh? **

Naeblis leans in a little, gathering some of Lrilanya's weight to
 himself. ** Yes... And I am not the only on who found it...
 enlightening. **
Naeblis heads towards Upstream (N)
Naeblis has left.

You head towards the River Tunnel.
River Tunnel

     The underground river flows through here, cutting a tunnel out that
 is wide enough for three elves to stand heads off to the east. side by
 side(if they could in the water easily). Along one side of the river is
 a small bank, which can allow a single-file chain of elves to walk to a
 path leading further north. The river itself bends and heads off to the
 east.

Obvious exits:   Downstream (S)  Lava Tunnel (N)
Contents:
Naeblis

Naeblis continues. ** Meyika, of our House, was a witness to this first
 lesson, and she approved, or so it seemed... **
Naeblis has partially disconnected.

Lrilanya seems thankful for the support, though she does not show it in
 her face. ** You were not alone then. ** It is a query, though not
 stated like one. Her 'voice' has become slightly fainter, but 
strengthens with amusement. ** Ahh. What happened in the lesson? **

Naeblis smiles. ** Zelgadis and I were standing in the river cavern,
 with Meyika seated on a bench, nearby. Rei... of the Juraido, I
 believe, was standing behind Zelgadis, merely watching the conversation
 unfold. **

** Rei.. ** Lrilanya echoes with a faint smile. ** There are rumors..
 about she and Zelgadis.. but go on. **

Naeblis continues. ** More than rumors, I say. But I digress... Zelgadis
 asked me... 'If I were to attack you now, Naeblis... Would you expect
 it? **

Lrilanya's eyebrows arch; nothing more, nothing less.

Naeblis looks at Lrilanya a moment, and then speaks again. ** I thought
 it was a test, and stepped away from the pillar I was near, to gain
 space. I replied: 'Before? No... Now? I am not certain... **
Naeblis takes Lrilanya's hand again, and continues along the river.
Naeblis heads towards Lava Tunnel (N)
Naeblis has left.

You head towards the Lava Tunnel.
Lava Tunnel

     As you travel along, you notice that the tunnel is getting 
warmer..The walls here are blackened, as though they were burned
 repeatedly in the past. There is no sense of magic in this area, so
 this is all natural. The tunnel continues on for a bit, and then comes
 to an abrupt end, where one can see light from the 'above' world which
 occasionally shines down to softly light up this tunnel.

Obvious exits:   River Tunnel (S)  Dormant Volcano (N)  Maerfaydo Cavern (MC)
Contents:
Naeblis

Lrilanya listens, interest keen on her face. Her steps are slower in
 before, yet steady still with the assistance. ** And did he? **

Naeblis smiles, and pauses, as though lost in the thought. ** He threw
 his cloak back, and drew, surprising me, a little, I will admit. As I
 stepped aside, and began to draw my own, his sword continued up, over 
his head. **

The send seems distracted, as though Naeblis were reliving it... ** I
 whisked my sword up to defend myself, but as he drew, he turned /away/
 from me, and brought the sword down at /Rei/. **

Lrilanya's blue eyes, not quite so hollow anymore, watch Naeblis's face,
 her expression expectant and curious. Her steps falter slightly and she
 inhales sharply, but straightens at the latter send, gaze returning to
 him sharply from the floor. She blinks slowly. ** On the Juraido? **

Naeblis nods, absently. ** She swept her crystal flute aside, and drew a
 sword from beneath her own cloak, thrown up perfectly to meet his. He
 held it there, for a moment, with the obvious ability to send it
 crashing down into her skull, and then withdrew. 'Never be certain', he
 said to me, 'That is the first lesson.' **
Naeblis leads on, slowly now.
Naeblis moves towards the Dormant Volcano.
Naeblis has left.

You head for the Dormant Volcano.
In the cave

     You are standing inside the cave..The whole area in here is warm,
 but not hot..And is blackened from previous explosions. In the middle
 of this huge area is a glittering lake, which is surrounded by black
 soot which serves as sand. There are various plants which thrive here
 on the warmth and the tiny amounts of light that reach this far down.

        At the exit from the cavern to the outside world is a large metal
 gate, with double doors. A large bar seals the gate closed to the
 outside world. Shaped next to the gate is a post for the guard of the
 gate. The gate itself has been shaped out of metal and is covered with
 delicate filigree work. There are no marks, hinting that any tool was
 used in its making, scarring its surface, but radiates strongly of
 magic, announcing, to those with the magic to do so, the real manner in
 which the maker used to construct the gate.
Contents:
Naeblis
Obvious exits:
Beach<BH>  Gate <G>  

Naeblis looks at Lrilanya.
Naeblis looks at you.

** How.. ** Lrilanya blinks slowly, stepping carefully upon the
 blackened ground. ** ..strange of him. Yet.. ** She cannot help but be
 amused, a soft, ragged chuckle escaping. ** Perhaps their feud is not
 as mended as they would like others to believe. Yet.. still strange..
 ** Her footsteps falter once as her weak muscles give away briefly and
 her sending cuts abruptly.

[Lrilanya]
        Resembling her sister in everything save height and build,
 Lrilanya seems to be the very definition of pale. Her face is the shape
 of an elongated heart, her eyes large and bright, the color of ice with
 the faintest touch of blue. Her skin is moonlight pale, with white
 strands of hair serving as a silky frame that pulls back from her face
 save two wispy curls, the rest bound in a headdress made of gray metal
 beaten into intricate patterns that mimic the winding of vines. She is
 taller than her sister was, and an inch or so taller than many other
 Underworlders, yet the most striking thing about her appearance is her 
build. It cannot be described as thin or slender; she is skinny and
 deathly so. Her cheekbones jut out and her eyes seem sunken when her
 mood permits it. Her fragile form is clothed in white robes, the first
 impossibly tight so that it appears to be choking her. Only the skirt
 is free enough to allow her legs movement, and she moves as fluidly as
 any other. The light touches of blue in the fabric are enough to
 highlight her rib cage - so thin is she that each and every rib could
 be counted - and her collarbone. She wears a second robe over it, a
 darker blue that is lighter in material and looser in its hold on her, 
and a third robe still, this one kept open like a long overcoat, its
 sleeves falling past her slender hands. Her hands are hidden in white
 gloves, their fingertips smudged slightly with dirt.
        For all her apparent frailness, Lrilanya possesses a sort of inner
 strength that betrays it all. Her lips are thin and her voice is quiet
 when spoken; her sending, in contrast, is sharp and defined. Often,
 there is an aura of emotion about her, yet very few can tell what sort
 of emotion that might be.

[Naeblis]
Your eyes slide off of the elf almost immediately, as though focusing on
 his form requires effort greater than watching another. Naeblis, so
 gaunt his face appears nearly skeletal, seems to be drowning inside his
 simple mottled grey tunic, as though it were tailored to someone a bit
 bigger than he. His deep chestnut locks, pulled back in multiple
 braids, and held behind his head by simple rings of polished bronze,
 appear to accentuate this effect, making his deep, watery blue eyes
 seem as though they are out of place in such a setting. His ears,
 sharply pointed, and with the stark paleness of his high forehead, just
 add to the illusion that he hasn't eaten in weeks. Soft, supple leather
 boots adorn his feet, and sable colored pants, mottled throughout with
 lighter shades of grey, are tucked into them. From the waistcord over
 his right hip dangles a scabbard with a slim handled short sword made
 of crysmetal, whose hilt appears to have been carved by hand, with
 great care. A dagger is strapped about his left wrist, and while they
 seem to be well cared for, both appear to have been used only very
 rarely. Two small pouches also dangle from the cord, one looking quite
 heavy, and the other seemingly empty, and a small bronze medallion
 dangles around his neck, imprinted with the insignia of House Garado in
 silver relief.

Naeblis reaches out to catch Lrilanya, bearing her back to her feet. **
 Yes.. I was shocked... **
Naeblis sends openly ** I had not expected it, and Zelgadis and Rei both
 had their blades away before I, as I watched them, tensed and waiting
 for an attack that was never meant for me. **
Naeblis smiles a little, ** Meyika was delighted by this, and seemed to 
take it as amusement of the highest quality. **

Lrilanya's send flickers in wordless thanks, awkwardly reasserting
 herself on her feet again. ** I do not blame her, I am afraid, ** she
 sends, eyebrows arched as she makes sure that she is steady. ** It is..
 was an.. interesting twist of events. **

Naeblis helps Lrilanya take those last few steps to the edge of the water.
Naeblis heads towards Beach<BH>
Naeblis has left.

You head towards the Beach.
Beach

     This beach is made of a sand-soot combination which is soft and
 silky to the touch. The sand mixture is perpetually warm, due to the
 lava flow under the surface of the volcano.

The water of the lake laps at the edge of the beach, beckoning those
 here to enter the crystal clear water.

There is a comforting feeling about laying here on the sand..Perhaps it
 is because this is all natural.

Contents:
Naeblis
Obvious exits:
Cave<C>  

Naeblis assists you in sitting upon the sands.

Lrilanya's breathing, despite Naeblis's attempts, is still faint
 shallow; only until she half-sits, half-crumples on to the sands with
 the younger Garado's assistance does she not seem quite so exhausted by
 such a minor trip. ** Thank you. **

Naeblis shakes his head. ** For those of my House? I am honored to be of
 service. **
Naeblis unfastens the scabbard from his belt, and sits in the sand with
 the blade over his crossed legs.

Lrilanya's thin lips turn in a smile, withdrawing her hand back to take
 the robe folded over her arm, refold it, and set it beside her. Her
 gaze shifts to regard the waters, watching them as if fascinated. ** It
 has been long since I last came here. **

Naeblis smiles, ** I am glad to have brought you such pleasure. It is
 rare that my actions bless my House so. **
Naeblis looks across the waters himself, as though not focusing on
 anything at all.
Naeblis looks at Lrilanya, taking in the silent one.

** The beaches have a calming influence on many. ** Lrilanya pauses, a
 gloved hand sifting through the yellowy, silky sands idly. Among dirt
 and rock, the sand is an.. interesting.. change, not wholly unpleasant.
 ** I do not think that you are as unwanted to the House Garado as you
 make yourself out to be. **

Naeblis frowns, and sounds edgy. ** That belief will not stop a dagger
 in the night, or poison in my meals. ** He takes a delicate stone mask
 from his pocket. ** This mask, this is our people. ** The mask is
 colored black on one half, and white on the other. The black half is
 twisted into a hateful, malevolent grimace. The white half is smooth,
 tranquil, and peaceful.
Naeblis sends openly ** We have the tendancy to project things as we
 want them to appear, and the truth under the surface is infinitely
 worse. **
Naeblis looks at Lrilanya's face, trying to acertain her reaction.

Lrilanya's hand lifts from the sand, some of the grains still remaining
 behind in a yellow residue. ** We can be both spiteful and kind, cruel
 and caring. ** She intreprets the mask differently and falls quietly
 when Naeblis offers his thoughts, then inclines her head slightly to
 regard him through partially closed eyes, her sending idle as her
 strength slowly regains with the rest and calm provided by the beach's
 atmosphere. ** Or vice versa. Things are not always what they seem. **

Naeblis smiles a little at this. ** Perhaps. We have had millenia to
 practice our deceit. I wonder if we have become so proficient, we no
 longer can see the light of reason. ** He puts his surface mask back
 into the pouch with his gloves.

** What is reason except the way those higher wish you to think is the
 correct path of choice? What is doubt except when you wonder at the
 accuracy of the path you are wished to take? ** Lrilanya's send-voice
 is melodic, mournfully so, and almost as if recited. She has led a
 long, dreadfully long life and has had such time to consider these
 things. ** It simply depends on your point of view. **

Naeblis nods, unable to draw upon the same quantity of experince, and
 unable to reply with any wit.

Lrilanya offers a rare smile that reaches her eyes, though her eyes
 offer nothing safe a pale reflection of that selfsame smile. ** You are
 young yet, are you not? You will understand. For you, I think, it is
 easier to simply understand that which you know. **

Naeblis sends openly ** Does that mean you think us unable to choose our
 own path? Our reason being merely the visible segments of a shadowy
 machination ingrained in our lives? **

** On the contrary. ** Lrilanya dips her hand into the sand, letting it
 puddle over her slender, gloved palm, then lifting her hand to let the
 sand sift through her fingers. ** We are quite capable of choosing our
 own path. It is simply a matter of wishing to. **

Naeblis nods. ** Explain to me then, if you will... These caverns were
 not built in a day, and neither will I be, but one more brick makes the
 process more complete.

Lrilanya sends openly ** Not in a day, though they could be, if one
 wished, yet.. When time passes swiftly it is easier to live it,
 understand it, and make it interesting. Choice is so much more free in
 that regard and more easily accepted. Yet when time seems to stretch,
 becomes longer and the choices of things to do becomes smaller.. it is
 easier to simply have someone choose the path for you rather than rebel
 and risk stagnation when you choose the same path as before. **

Naeblis smiles. ** Then we are all doomed, because there are not an
 infinite number of things we may choose. **

Lrilanya's own smile is offered in return, but it is dark and humorless.
 ** And that is why immortality is such a sham. **

Naeblis shakes his head. ** Better to push hard, and die young, then. **
 The blade in his lap shifts, but Naeblis sems not to notice.

** Perhaps. ** What Naeblis does not appear to notice Lrilanya does and
 she acknowledges it with a subtle arch of her eyebrows. ** That it is
 why, I would assume, that the Upworlders are so ignorantly blissful in
 their pathetically short span of life. **

Naeblis smiles again, noting a chink. ** But you say easier... Easier to
 let someone guide you. Not better... Just easier... **
Naeblis sends openly ** If we choose only the easy, do we not become
 weak? **

Lrilanya's sending is appropriately amused, yet tingles of approval as
 well. ** I never said it was better, Naeblis. It is indeed easier and I
 would imagine that it would be our eventual downfall. **

Naeblis nods.
Naeblis places a hand on the scabbard, and slides four inches of the
 bright blade from their cover, the crystals shaped into the edge
 glistening in the crysmetal.
Naeblis looks into the blade, seeing a dull glimmer of himself reflected
 back.

Lrilanya's shoulders shrug lightly and she reclines backwards a bit,
 hands moving behind her to support her slight form. At the sight of the
 light dancing off the edges of the crysmetal her gaze shifts to regard
 it with bland interest.

Naeblis slams the sword back home, and fairly whirls to Lrilanya. ** Why
 then do we not work harder, faster, to escape these tunnels, and spread
 ourselves thin in enjoyment of the things we can not get here? Are we
 not then, deceiving ourselves, as I have said, and you agree, that our
 immortality makes us better? **

Lrilanya regards Naeblis mildly, her blue eyes flickering darkly. ** I
 do not have the answers to your questions, Naeblis. Some things escape
 even me. **

Naeblis nods. ** I seek to learn all I can, not just of the blade, but
 of the master who would wield it, as well. ** He frowns. ** Sometimes,
 I am not certain I understand why we bother at all, even in the
 beginning. **

** Because it interests us and boredom is not something of pleasant
 experience. ** A pause, then Lrilanya starts to rise to her feet, 
reaching for the folded robe. ** I must return to my chambers. There is
 a matter there that I must attend to. **

Naeblis leaps quickly to his feet, and fastens the blade back into its
 rightful place. ** I am sorry, I have kept you over long. ** Naeblis
 reaches out his hand again, offering his support, if it is needed.

And Lrilanya's hand reaches to clasp his. ** You have not kept me overly
 long. I.. enjoyed this. I had simply forgotten about Kellynn. **

Naeblis begins the walk back, his send tinted with curiosity. **
 Kellynn? **
Naeblis heads towards Cave<C>
Naeblis has left.

You head towards the In the cave.
In the cave
     You are standing inside the cave..The whole area in here is warm,
 but not hot..And is blackened from previous explosions. In the middle
 of this huge area is a glittering lake, which is surrounded by black
 soot which serves as sand. There are various plants which thrive here
 on the warmth and the tiny amounts of light that reach this far down.

        At the exit from the cavern to the outside world is a large metal
 gate, with double doors. A large bar seals the gate closed to the
 outside world. Shaped next to the gate is a post for the guard of the
 gate. The gate itself has been shaped out of metal and is covered with
 delicate filigree work. There are no marks, hinting that any tool was
 used in its making, scarring its surface, but radiates strongly of
 magic, announcing, to those with the magic to do so, the real manner in
 which the maker used to construct the gate.
Contents:
Naeblis
Obvious exits:
Beach<BH>  Gate <G>  

** A young maiden I recently came into guardianship of, ** Lrilanya
 answers simply, her footsteps firm and steady as when they started the
 trek to the beach. ** She prefers the name Dusk though. **

Naeblis disappears from sight, seeming to meld with the wall.
Naeblis has left.
You step through the gate, heading to the outside world, once it is
 opened up for you.

You locksend, to Meyika, Dusk: Lrilanya's mind reaches out idly to touch
 yours. Each might sense the presence of another recieving her sending,
 yet neither would recognize the other. ** Kellynn. Meyika. Are you
 awake? **

You sense in a locksend, Meyika sends with notable curiosity, especially
 an unspoken reference to one you call Kellynn, with whom Meyika is
 unfamiliar. Finally, she answers your question with a single word. **
 Quite. **

[Lrilanya and Naeblis continue through the Underworld. Along the way,
 Lrilanya stops a moment to speak with a troll servant who runs ahead of
 the pair in the direction of Lrilanya's chambers.]

Glittering Cavern

     As you enter this huge cavern, you almost gasp at it's sheer
 beauty. The walls glitter from light reflected by countless gems
 embedded in them. They seem to dance like thousands of fireflies across
 a huge field, and every color of the spectrum is represented. Added to
 the incredible vista is a veritable symphony of the Underworld, as tiny
 droplets of water fall into small pools and their sound is echoed
 through the whole cavern. There are several stools that look like they
 were grown out of the living rock, and a small hot spring lies in the
 center of the cavern.

     The many crystals here reflect and amplify all light so that it is
 esay for even a surface dweller to see the cavern.
Contents:
Naeblis
Meyika
Hot spring
Obvious exits:
East(E)  South(S)  

Naeblis sends openly ** Darkness to you, Meyika. **

Lrilanya moves with Naeblis, hand linked in his for support. She looks
 weary, but her expression is darkened with concentration, only.. She
 blinks thrice at the sending, eyes searching out the Cavern. . o O
 (...)

You locksend ** ((lingering weariness)) I have a favor to request of you
 concerning the little gray-eyed troll of the Juraido and another that
 has come under my care. ** to Meyika.

Naeblis helps Lrilanya to a bench near the spring.

Where only a moment ago she had been studing her own reflection in one
 of the crystal faces, Meyika now stands straight, eyes immediately
 drawn to the two. ** Clear Tunnels to you both. ** Where she may greet
 others with emptiness in those words, being family, you two can indeed
 sense a bit of friendliness.

Meyika arches a brow for a moment, in two kinds of curiosity. ** Is
 everything alright, Lrilanya? ** She inquires toward the need for
 Naeblis's assistance.

Lrilanya allows Naeblis to assist her in retaking her seat in before,
 sending wordless thanks before turning her gaze on Meyika. She offers
 mildly, ** Naeblis and I visited the beaches in the farther tunnels.
 The effort of walking so far is.. tiring. **

Meyika utters a sent. ** Ah, I see. **

Naeblis nods. ** I will take leave now... My blade practice must go on
 as always. **

You sense in a locksend, Meyika chooses to continue in private sending,
 until Naeblis has gone. ** A favor you say? **

Lrilanya's head inclines to Naeblis. ** Offer Zelgadis my greetings next
 you see him, my friend. **

Meyika nods, lips forming a small smile. ** Of course. **

You locksend ** Yes. ((She pauses briefly.)) There are rumors that you
 can grown into.. some form of magic? ** to Meyika.

** Of course Lrilanya... ** He pauses, as if to add something, and then
 sends, **Clear Tunnels, to you both... **

Naeblis nods, and strides back into the dark caverns, cloak trailing out
 behind him.
Naeblis goes through the eastern passage.
Naeblis has left.

Lrilanya's head inclines once more, briefly now. ** Darkness to you, **
 she sends mildly in belated farewell, then turns her head to regard
 Meyika.

Meyika nods to Naeblis, ** Clear Tunnels. ** She begins to walk toward
 the bench Lrilanya occupies, but stops suddenly as she recieves the
 send, eyeing her cousin with what almost appears to be a hint of
 suspicion, but for what reason is unknown. Of course, she clears her
 send of anything unusual. ** That is true, and perhaps the only thing I
 will ever have to be grateful of the troll for.. **

You locksend ** ((Again, she touches you again, but this time louder,
 though still gently.)) Are you asleep, little furry one? ** to Dusk.

** Oh? ** Lrilanya's sending is otherwise wordless query, yet she does
 not yet seem expectant of an answer. Perhaps a tale for another time
 unless her Mistress cousin wishes to tell it now. ** I have a little
 furry Upworlder in my chambers.. Kellynn she shall be called now. **
 She says nothing of the name that 'Kellynn' wants to be called by. **
 She is in need of being.. how you say.. persuaded into realizing her
 usefullness to me in some regards. **

Dusk locksends ** ((She begins to stir gently, a general weariness over
 her)) Huh..? **

Lrilanya's eyes spark briefly. Sending?

You locksend ** I have need of you, little one. A troll will be with you
 shortly to guide you to my location. Please make it an easy task and do
 not struggle with him. ** to Dusk.

And at once that inkling of suspicion fades as quickly as it was
 mustered. In a gesture, Meyika asks if she, too, may sit on the bench,
 as not to remain standing over her cousin. Her countenance has
 improved, brightened even. ** Ah, I see. **

Dusk locksends ** I don't want to go with any trolls, anywhere.. ((Mind
 still fuzzy)) What's going on? **

Lrilanya seems distracted for a moment, gaze faroff until Meyika
 gestures to take a seat. Nodding her assent, she sends, ** I took the
 liberty of asking a troll to hurry ahead to my chambers while Naeblis
 and I were returning.. Kellynn should be here shortly. ** Her fingers
 interlace and fold into her lap. ** I want that troll dead, but killing
 is such a.. dirty business. And the Upworlders often seem quite capable
 of doing it with little regard to themselves. **

You locksend ** Nothing painful, I assure you. ((In the darkness, a
 troll appears, burly and large, yet regarding you with a wariness
 masked by its brute strength. It grunts a command for you to accompany
 it and waits for you comply, yellow eyes watching you predatorily.))
 Please come to me. ** to Dusk.

Dusk locksends ** ((Her senses of smell and hearing tell her of the
 troll's arrival, and she tells it to "Go away..leave me alone." She
 growls faintly, figuring it may convince the troll to think twice
 before coming any closer.)) No..I know you just want to do something..
 **

Meyika places herself softly on the bench, taking enormous care not to
 crowd her cousin, but nonetheless making herself comfortable. ** Truly.
 Am I right in assuming this troll is the one with the gray eyes? The
 fluteplayer's little pet? **

You locksend ** ((There is silence from Lrilanya's end now; her order
 stands. You will come to her. And the troll, leading little else, draws
 a hand back and whips it around in a back-hand to slap the wolfling
 senseless if it connects. "She says come /now/!")) ** to Dusk.

** You are correct. ** A thin smile plays across Lrilanya's eyes as the
 invisible diamond of sending fades, her attention focusing intently on
 the matters at hand. ** Zelgadis failed to complete his end of the
 bargain; indeed, he seems to have befriended that silent little maiden.
 He is a problem and its so much easier to place the Upworlder in that
 position. If she fails.. ** A light shrug is given, for Lrilanya truly
 cares little for Dusk/Kellynn's welfare. ** She is Upworlder. She is..
 expendable. **

>From afar, Dusk's eyes do her little good, and in the darkness, the
 troll's backhand smacks into her cheek, sending her sprawling down to
 the ground, a suddenly bright flash that comes when you get hit hard.
 "Uhhnn.." she groans, rubbing the side of her face. Those trolls can
 hit.

You paged Dusk with 'The moment the blow connects the troll's other hand
 is darting out to grab her roughly and pull her to her feet. "Come with
 me now, ma'am," comes the gravelly voice just before the troll servant
 quite simply starts to drag the rust-furred maiden out of the Cavern
 and to Lrilanya.'.

>From afar, Dusk shakes her head a few times, holding that hand to her
 head, and she grunts when the troll jerks her to her feet and starts
 pulling her along. Her feet decide to comply, and help her along. . o O
 (...)

Meyika nods, for the most part in agreement, most Upworlders *are*
 expendable. With a smile, she comments ** I've my suspicions that more
 is going on between Rei and Zelgadis than we know, but who's to say. **
 Her hands fold, and the Mistress grows more thoughtful. ** I think it
 can be done. **

As if on cue, a surly looking troll moves in, tugging along a dazed
 Dusk. Lrilanya's eyes glitter with pleased glee. ** Splendid, ** her
 sending purrs, then echoes it to herself, ** Simply splendid.. ** as
 her gaze drifts to the troll and rust-furred elf.

Meyika, seated beside Lrilanya on one of the many benches dotting the
 cavern, glances across, rather stares, for a moment. Then, wryly,
 regarding only Lrilanya, ** I did not realize you were speaking
 literally when you said 'furry'. **

Dusk's eyes are narrowed as she is brought in by the troll. The thing
 /hit/ her! Still rubbing the side of her head where she was backhanded,
 she mutters, more to the troll, "I hope you enjoyed that..next time you
 won't get that far."

The troll aims a toothy grin at Dusk, displaying his set of yellow,
 cavity-dotted teeth for her, then roughly pushes her in the direction
 of the two seated maidens. "Here ya go, ma'am, Mistress," he grunts,
 then moves back to regard the situation, arms folded over his chest in
 wait to be dismissed. ** This, ** Lrilanya proclaims, indicating Dusk.
 ** ..is Kellynn. **

Meyika locksends ** So beastial, perhaps this will be easier than I
 thought. <and after amoment> Very interesting.. **

You locksend ** ((a wordless ripple of amusement; nothing more, nothing
 less)) ** to Meyika.

Meyika rises from the bench, to her full height which easily looms over
 both troll and wolfrider. Eyes unmoving from the furry one, she flits
 her hand, indicating that the troll is no longer necessary. In silence,
 clear-violet eyes study the one called Kellynn.

** How many eights of times do I have to tell you my name is Dusk? **
 the furred elf nearly spits out the words in her sending, glaring after
 the troll before standing up on her two legs, stepping back warily from
 the two that she has trouble seeing.

Meyika raises her brows, noting with a hint of amusement. ** It can
 send. **

The troll scurries away with a speed that betrays its otherwise
 formidable size. Lrilanya rises to her feet, taller still than Meyika,
 yet simply stands there, regarding both cousin and wolf-child in cool
 interest. ** She wouldn't before, ** she notes in reply to Meyika, then
 smiles lightly. ** But when you threaten to remove that which she
 speaks with it gains quick obediance in that regard. **

Dusk scowls at both Meyika and Lrilanya, taking another step backwards.
 ** Of course I can send. I'm an elf, just like you are, even if you act
 like something else. I'm Dusk, of Willowholt. She ** Dusk gestures
 towards Lrilanya ** is so mindsick that she thinks I'm her daughter or
 something. I didn't do anything to deserve being here, and I want to
 go. **

Meyika clucks her tongue. ** If you're looking for a reason to be here,
 that is being arranged. **

Lrilanya seems to fade slightly, offering no words as she watches with
 calm, cool interest. Her gaze seems to focus entirely on the rust
-furred Upworlder, hollow blue eyes a'glittering with dark amusement.

Meyika refuses, as well, to peel her gaze from the so-called elf. **
 Lrilanya, I think we should move to a cavern less..public. **

Dusk can't exactly hide the somewhat intimidated look on her face, and
 she backsteps further, looking around for another way to go. She wants
 out, plain and simple.

In a single, fluid movement, Meyika sweeps aside the right side of her
 cloak, revealing the whip coiled at her side.

** Yes, less public. That would be.. fine. ** Lrilanya's sending laces
 out lazily, distractedly, lifting her intertwined fingers to touch them
 to her lips, curled in a faint smile. ** Wouldn't want any necessary
 distractions. **

You sense in a locksend, Meyika sends only. ** Your cavern? **

** No..you can't do this to me..I won't let you. ** Dusk protests, her
 hands reaching back behind her to feel for a wall or something she can
 feel to perhaps guide her away. This is not a good thing. It's not.

You locksend to Meyika, Lrilanya's sending glitters of faint
 disappointment. ** After Duskellyn was removed I requested that a pair
 of trolls have mine cleaned. **

Meyika sends openly ** My cavern is closest. ** In quiet steps she
 sweeps her way toward the furred one. waiting for Lrilanya to do the
 same.

Lrilanya plays the part of the chalk-white shadow, following Meyika with
 naught a sound.

So it's going to be 'stalk the wolfen elf'. It's no game Dusk wishes to
 play, and she darts to one side, where she believes an opening to be,
 hands feeling things out ahead of her. ** Get away from me.. ** she
 warns.

Meyika almost send-chirps. ** This way, Kellynn. And I'll note that it
 is in your best interests to cooperate. ** To accentuate this idea,
 Meyika traces a finger along the handle of her whip, walking closely to
 the furred one, in the direction of the eastern tunnel.

You locksend to Meyika, Lrilanya's sending is considering. ** Would it
 be possible, cousin, to make the effects temporary? They are /so/ much
 fun to break and it wouldn't do, just in case, for the death of the
 Juraido's pet to bring unwanted consequences. **

Meyika locksends ** As I am in dire need of practice, cousin, I rather
 doubt that any effects would be permanent. **

You locksend to Meyika, Lrilanya appears pleased. ** Ah, good. **

** I really doubt whatever you have in mind is in my interests, ** Dusk
 protests, and both of her hands press against a cold, solid wall of
 rock. Great. ** And don't call me Kellynn! ** She turns quickly,
 pressing up against the wall.

Lrilanya's eyes seem to glimmer in a faintly electric shade of blue as
 her sending flickers from mind to mind. In contrast, her sending is
 cold, hard, and icily sharp. ** It is your name now. Either accept it
 or you will have no name at all. **

Meyika's clear-violet eyes narrow, tired of such disobedience. She moves
 to lay a firm hand on the furred shoulder, and Meyika has a good set of
 nails.

Dusk has more than just nails - she's got a set of sharp claws. **
 Remove your hand. ** She growls defensively, as the elf grips her
 shoulder, biting back a wince. She ignores Lrilanya's threat to give
 her no name at all. Whatever happens, they can't take her soulname from
 her.

Meyika gives the wolf-elf a hardly shove in the easterly direction, with
 little indication that she intends to remove her hand, confident that
 the little one knows what will become of her if she lifts a claw. **
 Come, cousin. **

Lrilanya watches Dusk lazily, or perhaps tiredly; though Naeblis offered
 assistance, her starved muscles offer little strength and tire easily.
 Yet nothing betrays such in her regal demeanor, her straight stance and
 her calm poise. Meyika recieves a flicker of assent though the skeletal
 maiden still does not lift her gaze from 'Kellynn.'

Dusk does wince this time, as the claws poke through her thick winter
 coat of fur, and she resists lashing out at Meyika with a slap. It may
 not be the smartest thing to do, after all. Reluctantly, perhaps
 becoming timid, she moves where shoved.

Meyika moves herself and the little one, quickly paced, into the eastern
 tunnel.
Meyika goes through the eastern passage.
Meyika has left.

Dusk goes through the eastern passage.
Dusk has left.

You go through a twisting rock passage to the east...
River Cavern(#2158RAJLa)
        This cavern is even larger than the Glittering Cavern. it is kept
 alight by phospherecense and some odd fungi that casts a green glimmer
 over the area. In the center of the cavern is a river, actually just a
 large stream, that is crossed by several bridges of rock. Pillars of
 natural stone support the high ceiling, and between them, on can see
 the entrances to various dwellings for many of the tribe. Stalactites
 and stalagmites rise to embrace, though some have been shaped into
 furniture. The river winds from an impassable opening to the north,
 southwards to a cliff. Next to the river, between two of the bridges is
 a low wall made of stone, which has been lade together not shaped. A
 large chasm has opened up in a large section of the floor of the
 cavern.

To see a list of caves type '+view caves'.

Obvious exits:   West (W)  Downstream (S)  Upstream (N)  Northeast (NE)
Contents:
Dusk
Meyika
Talek
Obvious exits:
Chasm <D>  

A lone, pale wraith of a figure might be glimpsed just outside one of
 the forgotten entrances to some private caverns, but it disappears
 quickly before it can be focused upon.
Talek vanishes down a side passage into the darkness.
Talek has left.

Meyika sweeps in from the west, hand placed firmly on Dusk's shoulder,
 moving without the intention to stop.
Meyika does not even notice the other, who soon disappears. At the same
 pace, she pushes the wolfling to her own cavern. <MC>
Meyika has left.

Dusk has left.

Meyika's Cavern(#7613RJh)
This cavern is the adequate size for one elf, though large enough to
 give you the sense of perhaps housing more than one. The smooth walls
 wrap around to give the chamber a square shape with more rounded edges.
 The room is sparsely furnished, the large, thick moss covered bed
 occupying the center. Though the room seems to have been shaped, the
 magic feeling of an elf can verify it, stalagtites and stalagmites
 reach out from the floor and ceiling around the walls. The sharp stone
 and mineral structures outline the room, like the jaws of a large
 beast. There is little light in the room, the only source being the
 glowmoss that carefully borders the door, illuminating a means of exit.
 Inky black shadows cling to the walls and venture out along the floor.
 The only indication of softness in the chamber is the moss on the bed.
 In fact, the longer you stay, the darker and colder the cavern seems to
 grow.
Contents:
Dusk
Meyika
Obvious exits:
Out  

Meyika does not remove her hand until the little one is seated on the
 bed.

Lrilanya moves after the pair, slightly behind. Her interest, it seems,
 might have been distracted by that barely glimpsed figure in the River
 Cavern, but it returns quickly back to the matter at hand, ice-blue
 eyes glittering expectantly.

Dusk shivers faintly, a hand lifting to rub her shoulder as she looks
 around warily, seated upon the moss-covered bed. Her eyes drift towards
 the faintly illuminated exit.

Meyika looks back, following Dusk's gaze, send-muttering to herself.
 Soon, she looks toward Lrilanya, then removes her coiled whip and
 offers it to her fellow Underworlder. ** You may sit on the bed as
 well. ** For unfortunately, there really isn't anything else to sit on.
 ** Would you do me a favor and hold this? **

Lrilanya offers a simple, wordless decline of her offer to sit on the
 bed, then reaches forward to accept the coiled whip as it is offered.
 ** Of course. **

Dusk inches back further on the bed, nearing the other side of it. Her
 sending is without words, but instead, it questions. What's going on
 here? Her eyebrows scrunch together in worry.

Meyika nods, deciding to waste no more time. In an instant, the elf
 falls silent save a quick afterthought of a send toward Lrilanya, **
 Restrain her if it becomes necessary.. ** For what seems like an
 exceptionally long time, the black haired elf remains a statue, eyes
 closed and mouth drawn into the tight line of concentration. Finally,
 as if awakening, her eyes flicker open, clear-violet replaced by an
 intense yellow glow that soon consumes not just the pupil, but the
 entire eye. It is like a light shining through, which in leaning closer
 toward the bed, she seeks to capture the wolfling within if eyes meet
 eyes.

Lrilanya's fingers curl tightly over the whip's cord, eyes darkened as
 if she is reminded of something foul. Yet Meyika's sending seems to
 snap her quickly out of whatever darkness touched her thoughts and
 engulfed them briefly; moving forward, she tucks the coiled whip
 underarm, her fingers spreading, but not moving out. She watches,
 curiousity turning her blue eyes a deep indigo.

Dusk's own pair of greenish lupine irises, set on yellow, widen in
 confusion at what's transpiring before her, but all instincts tell her
 to flee, and not to look back, no matter what. Since her eyes have done
 her little good since she was brought down here, she turns her head
 away from Meyika and the glow coming from her, shutting her eyes
 tightly. ** No..stay away from me! ** She leaves the bed, backing away.

Almost immediately Lrilanya's hands dart out, fingers curling in an
 effort to seize the wolf-child by her arms and hold her in place. **
 Stay there, little Kellynn. It won't hurt a bit. **

Meyika remains concentrated as much as she can, a pair of eyes. Light
 among darkness.

Dusk growls at Lrilanya, her arms held by the thin, wraith-like elf.
 "Let go!" she hisses, the words coming out panicked while her thoughts
 wander. She pushes at Lrilanya, trying to make her go away from her,
 still keeping her eyes shut.

Meyika slides forward, reaching out once more with her nails, only this
 time to grab the beast by the jaw, squeezing with her nails to force
 the eyes open, and then, to take them.

While she is rarely - and may never be - a significantly strong elf,
 Lrilanya's grip, at least, is unfaltering; and when the wolf-elf shoves
 into her her grip tightens all the more, her fingertips biting into
 Dusk's upper arm. ** Be still. **

Dusk yelps out in a cry of pain as Lrilanya's nails dig into her skin,
 and she is held still, further attempts to flee cut off when Meyika
 joins in, making her open her eyes. ** No, don't..please.. ** she
 whimpers, fright washing over her at the unknown.

Meyika settles her eyes, her light, upon the other's widened with
 fright. She leans closer, holding tight on the jaw until the creature
 falls still.

Lrilanya's fingers do not release their grip in the slightest, still
 tight and still biting. She has fallen silent, watching Meyika with
 that unwavering cool interest.

Dusk shakes against both Lrilanya and Meyika, attempting to turn her
 head away from Meyika in order to get her eyes off of the
 Underworlder's. "Stop..don't. I won't let you do this.." Though Meyika
 had forced her eyes open, Dusk has thus far avoided looking directly
 into hers.

Meyika digs her nails into the uncooperative one's jaw, forcing the head
 forward with all the strength she can muster, leaning even closer to
 limit where the little one can look.

You locksend to Dusk, Lrilanya's sending is light, reminiscent of
 feathers caught in the wind or butterflies dancing midair. ** You have
 no choice in the matter. Please, little Dusk, let her get it over with
 and you can retire back in my chambers. **

Dusk whimpers again, and now, there's little else she can do but meet
 Meyika's eyes..

[DM] You sense in a locksend, Meyika begins to enter your mind, like a dark mist seeping in
from all sides. The send-voice is almost like an echo through the golden glow, interwined with a
suggestive tone. ** Dusk, Kellynn, wolf, beast ** She addresses you.

[DM] You locksend to Meyika, Dusk's mind tries to erect a wall to block you out, and keep her
safe. Aside from that, no words come forth.

Meyika has fallen once again still, intently focused on the furred one.

Dusk's body stills along with Meyika's, her eyes staying open and locked
 on those of the one trying to overcome her.

[DM] You sense in a locksend, Meyika continues with no regard to any reaction on your part save
an increased focus. The mist swirls, seeking out your more beastial half, tapping it. Again, and
always, she speaks with a hypnotic suggestion. ** You are to become the beast you are, wild and
unpredictable.. **

Lrilanya still watches Meyika, for she can only see the top of the
 little one's head with her height and position, her grip unchanging.
 She waits, with that infinite amount of patience that is both cold and
 expectant, for the task to be finished. The corners of her lips twitch,
 as if to smile, but such an expression is often foreign to her and her
 face remains otherwise unreadable.

[DM] You locksend to Meyika, Dusk's mental barriers, while definitely strong, crumble with only
minimal resistance to the one attempting to change her around. You may notice that her thoughts
begin to shift and blur, the mix between elf and wolf changing towards the latter - the wilder,
more bestial side.

[DM] You sense in a locksend, Meyika pounds at your mind with a continual suggestive flow. **
You are a wolf, a filthy beast with one thing on your mind, to hunt. ** She pauses and an image
begins to appear, that of a gray-eyed troll, named Snee. ** The troll is your prey, wolf. Hunt
like the killer you are.. **

[DM] You locksend to Meyika, Dusk offers wordless acknowledgement, understanding of the image
of the troll she is instructed to hunt. And hunt she will...

[DM] You sense in a locksend, Meyika speaks still, ** You will not rest until it is dead. **
She repeats that phrase until it is ground into your mind, keeping the picture vivid. Her own
strength draining, she offers a final suggestion. ** You will remember nothing of this, wolf,
nothing. **

[DM] You locksend ** ((Again, no words, just a sense of acknowledgement.)) ** to Meyika.

Suddenly, the glow fades and Meyika falls back, creeping her way to the
 bed and laying down, completely drained.

Life finally flickers in Lrilanya's eyes when Meyika finally moves. **
 Cousin? ** There is no concern, but mild query, plain and toneless. Her
 grip doesn't release in the slightest.

Meyika sends only. ** I must sleep now, take her and leave her by the
 Juraido caverns, she will awaken in a little while and I suggest you
 not be present when she does. **

Dusk slumps forward towards Lrilanya as Meyika breaks contact. Perhaps
 unknown to her captor, something has been altered.

Lrilanya seems ready to reply, but her cousin loses consciousness
 quickly, falling into the depths of sleep. Cruel pleasure turns her
 lips into a crueler smile and, lightly, she gathers the small wolf-elf
 into her arms, whether she is awake or comatose. ** Sleep well, cousin,
 ** she sends softly, regarding Meyika's innert form with odd emotion.
 Then she turns on her heels and moves to sweep out of the Mistress of
 Slaves's private chambers.

River Cavern(#2158RAJLa)
Obvious exits:   West (W)  Downstream (S)  Upstream (N)  Northeast (NE)
Obvious exits:
Chasm <D>  

Dusk has arrived.

Lrilanya's gaze distractedly flickers over the walls, perhaps to catch
 sight of that curious pale shadow that had caught her notice before.
 When nothing comes of it, a light frown creases her features before she
 reasserts her grip on the rust-red form in her arms and moves into the
 direction of the Cavern of Winds. There are rumors of the Juraido
 caverns there, but she herself has never seen them; but the gray-eyed
 troll is a familiar sight there, so it is just as well.

You head into the northeast tunnel. The further you go, the louder the
 sound of wind can be heard. It almost sings as it blows past the rocks.
Cavern of the Winds(#8479RAL)
        The cavern that you are in is a divine mixture of natural
 formations and careful adjustments by ancient shapers. The top of the
 cavern is honeycombed with small holes, which allows a sharp draft of
 air currents. The entranceways have been shaped so that they each make
 a slightly different tone as the air flows past. The air currents flow
 at different times so the tones produced are not constant. 
        The cavern itself is not very large. There are several small
 benches shaped out of stone, which have stood for ages upon ages. Small
 patches of glow moss grows here and there.

Obvious exits:
Southwest (SW)  

Dusk enters from the river cavern.
Dusk has arrived.
For her part, the furred elf does little to object to Lrilanya's
 carrying of her. In fact, Dusk stays completely still.

The skirts of her robes caught by the singing currents, Lrilanya moves
 into the Cavern of Winds with the soft rustling of the woven materials.
 To the far wall Dusk is placed, arranging her like one would a doll.
 Then she rises partially, regarding the still form for a long moment.

Dusk rests where she is placed, a still figure in the darkness, waiting
 to awaken when the time comes.

Then she crouches again; from amongst the folds of her robes, Lrilanya
 draws out a small, delicately shaped knife, crafted of fine metal that
 glints in even the faintest light. With a soft smile she presses it
 into Dusk's hand, curling her fingers over its handle gently. A hand
 lifts, the fingertips barely visible beneath the overly-long sleeve, to
 brush against Dusk's cheek lightly. ** Use it well, my pretty one, **
 her send whispers. ** Use it well. **
Lrilanya, with that, rises slowly to her full height and exits the
 Cavern.

[End Log]