[Event] Summer Sea Festival

[Vhast]

What was it like to watch cities rise from the first flagstone? To see them tumble to dust as they drew their last breath. Vhast‘s interest in the konti steadily climbed, his thoughts momentarily envisioning what only his imagination could draw for him. Was it a sin to want to see the culmination of civilized chaos fall before his very eyes? Surely there were some souls in Ravok worth saving, worth giving the chance at redemption. But would adopting a utilitarian doctrine absolve his own conscience of guilt in the end? His premature decision: he could live with it. A warm smile gripped the lean details of his countenance when she invited him to accompany her a little further, nodding his assent as he slid briskly from the bench. “It would be my pleasure, of course.” The damp rags he wore still embraced the goose prickled flesh of his body, catching an errant breeze that he’d been shielded from before when sitting down. Perhaps somewhere in their journey that ever elusive fire could be found, the mere thought tempting a wave of euphoria to pass right through him like a sweetened dose of life. Clutching the towel wrapped around his neck with both hands, Vhast tugged gently at the ends and fell in step beside the woman’s own. Lilium was a few inches shorter than him and decidedly more trim of stature, the gentle radiance of her scale-flecked skin shimmering with each fluctuation of her body. How she thought she could possibly convey to him that she wasn’t magically inclined when so much of her was enchanting to begin with befuddled the young scholar. The knowledge of a bygone age lay right at her fingertips, something Vhast never knew to even exist and yet was taking surprisingly well. In her presence, the world felt impossibly immense. Something in the cool air of the night had him beginning to feel sentimental, eyes casually glancing up to the dish of milk hanging against the silk curtain of the sky. “I really did not know shyke until I came to Zeltiva. In Ravok there was always a curtain drawn over my eyes, a weight being forced against my chest and against my will. That city…I’m glad to be done with it for now. But I must thank you for indulging such youthful ignorance as mine. Most I’ve dealt with have responded with a thick measure of incredulity. Bunch of mold-ridden crotchety vagiks…pardon.” *** Leth rose well into the sky before either one questioned the time, the pair having finally found the fire Vhast so desperately needed as the shivers had taken over his body. Their conversation remained loose and lighthearted as the hours wore on, amusement exchanged to keep the spirits enthralled with one another until tiredness slowly crept in. With fond farewells, the two were sent in separate ways, not knowing when, or even if, they would ever meet again.

[Paragon]

Vhast

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Swimming	1
Socialisation	3
Rhetoric	3
Storytelling	1
Philosophy	2

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Summer Sea Festival Attendee
•	An Offering to Laviku
•	Lilium (acquaintance)
•	Understanding the Ethaefal
•	Philosophy: The Rise and Fall of History

Legend Becomes Reality

If the other inactive players return and wish for grading, PM me. Beautiful writing Vhast, I really enjoyed the philosophical aspects of the conversation! If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can work from there.