4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:04:169> With a flourish of his arm, Lodi bows deeply. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:06:218> Lodi disappears through a hidden door, then reappears from a second concealed entrance in the amphitheater's central arena. He strides purposefully to the center of the stage and, with a flourish of his arms, bows humbly before all present. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:23:847> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:26:898> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:43:901> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:43:982> Azor gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:44:207> Lodi claps his hands together and the air is filled with the sound of grinding gears and chains. The eastern portcullis is raised up and through the crimson curtains a great many Mhuns scurry onto the amphitheatre's stage. They carry with them chairs, music stands and an imposing conductors stand. The stand is placed down on the circular obsidian slabs southern point and the chairs and music stands are neatly spread arching outwards from it. Finally, a set of Timpani drums and a range of percussion instruments are pulled on and set down at the back, to the far left of the conductors' platform. Bowing numerous times out of obedience before the Cardinal, the dirty and malnourished little creatures scuttle hastily away once their tasks are complete. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:47:647> Isis claps her hands together merrily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:18:48:816> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:19:05:503> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:19:06:837> Lodi , pulling up his robes slightly as he does so, ascends the steps onto the conductors platform and picks up an ivory baton from the music stand, swishing it through the air. Seeing all is well, he turns around to face his audience and takes a low bow, eliciting forth a raucous round of applause from all those gathered. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:19:29:469> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:19:44:112> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:19:44:232> Beams of prismatic light pierce the firmament, radiating outward from the Dardanic Grasslands. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:19:45:751> Lodi , returning to face the empty seats, raises his conductors baton and lightly taps his music stands metallic top. Instantly the twenty string first violin section comes marching in. Comprised entirely of well dressed and surprisingly healthy looking Mhuns, this group of musicians take up their seats in the front section to the bottom left of the conductors stand. Instantly the air is filled with the delicate plucking and sighing of violins being tuned. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:20:18:424> The Ivory Institute of Fine Art's Torch Lit Amphitheater. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Nearly indiscernible in the shadows, a majestic peryton stands stoically here. Vicar Iseria, Scourge of the Faith is here, shrouded. She wields a Shield of Absorption in her right hand. Nirrain Nillilain, Servant of House Sioraiocht is here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his left hand and Thoth's fang in his right. Wrathmaster Sliff is here. Miss Adventure Anke Mercadia is here. She wields a Druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Arianrhod Viatrix is here. She wields a delicate diamond rose in her right hand. Sachiel Kysalis is here. He wields a ritual dagger in his left hand. The Silver Dragon Isis' imposing form looms. Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade is riding on an ashen peryton. Amunet Viatrix is here. Kelandra Lichlord, Daemonic Hand is here. She wields an ivory mug of kawhe in her left hand. Father Herenicus Coldraven is here, shrouded. He wields an ivory mug of kawhe in his right hand. Vicar Azor Corso, Bane of the Droch is here. He wields an elemental staff in his left hand. Cardinal Lodi Coldraven Ta'sa is here. Prokin is here. Dreadborn Jurixe is here, hidden. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a needle-pointed dirk in her right. You see a single exit leading up (closed door). 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:20:33:132> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:20:44:119> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:20:44:205> You see the following people here: Iseria, Nirrain, Sliff, Arianrhod, Sachiel, Isis, Tirac, Kelandra, Prokin, Jurixe, Lodi, Azor, Amunet, Herenicus, Anke, Rakon
4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:20:45:011> Lodi taps his baton once more upon his music stand and begins to thumb through his conducting score as the troop of about twenty violinists enter and take their seats. Being all members of the Second Violin section, they all take up their seats just behind the First Violinists: that is, just behind the front row to the bottom left of the conductor. Compared to the Slaves usually seen about Mhaldor, all of those currently present are revolutionary different. They carry themselves with a certain air of pride and self respect, their skin is clean and their hair well washed. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:21:11:364> Herenicus slowly fades into view, returning to the realm of perception. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:21:37:308> Iseria slowly fades into view, returning to the realm of perception. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:21:42:283> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:21:44:126> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:21:44:205> Lodi turns and smiles kindly at the Viola section that enters hot on the Second Violinists tails. They in turn smile back and offer up small friendly bows in return. Once these fourteen new musicians have taken their seats to the bottom right of the conductor, just behind the front row, the subtle tinkling of the violins is accompanied by the slightly lower playfulness of the Violas: as these Mhuns add their distinctive tones into the soothing background noise of instrument tuning. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:21:52:941> Flashes of scintillating light signal the abrupt end of Skyra's life. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:22:14:821> Lodi hits out a toe tapping rhythm upon the side of his thigh and nods in greeting to the penultimate string section as it walks in, each carrying beautifully crafted Cellos under their arms. Taking up positions in the front row seats to the bottom right of the Cardinal, this group of twelve individuals set about fiddling with their instruments, adding lower notes to the gradually amassing cacophony of instrumental tuning. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:22:30:461> Kaie has been slain by the might of a fearsome wyvern. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:22:33:737> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:22:44:133> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:22:44:215> Lodi moves back down from his conducting platform and walks over to speak with the ancient lead violinist, who seems to be glaring unhappily at the young girl sat a few seats away from him. Completing the string section of the Orchestra, the eight strong Double Base section strides in, carrying their hulking instruments effortlessly. As the last one sits down and begins tuning his instrument, the lead violinist leaps shouting to his feet (sending music scores flying in a cloud of paper as he does so) and storms away shouting, with sentences laced by obscenity and pompous self-worth, about how working in these conditions is absolute impossibility. With an arrogant flick of his lank white hair, the Mhun disappears through the crimson curtains. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:23:13:352> Jurixe slowly fades into view, returning to the realm of perception. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:23:24:085> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:23:44:062> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:23:44:182> Barg has been slain by the might of Dontarion Dracrotalus. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:23:45:779> Lodi smiles awkwardly at the audience, whilst simultaneously attempting to calm the Orchestra's wide unrest caused by their lead violinists volcanic departure. Beckoning quickly to the first wood-wind players to make their way in, he moves to leave after the fuming virtuoso with an exasperated look upon his face. The adolescent female Mhun that was the first violinists focus point of discontent, stares at the floor in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed at the unwanted attention. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:24:05:959> Amaru has been slain by the might of Tzigane Epiphany Bayt al-Azhan, Golden Sylph. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:24:18:744> Saidie has been slain by the might of a goblin zombie. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:24:42:508> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:24:44:148> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:24:44:222> Lodi exits after the rogue musician, scowling angrily as he does so. Scuttling in and trying not to draw attention to himself, a very prim and petite Mhun carrying a tiny Piccolo leads the first rank of the Wood-Wind section of the Orchestra. He is quickly followed by three Flute players and another quarter dozen Oboe players, all of them taking up residence in the front seats of an empty triangle formed by the V shaped seating arrangement of the string section. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:00:027> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:01:689> Zech has been slain by the might of Caitiff Aristata. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:02:989> Azor says in Mhaldorian with a gravelly Grook accent, "My." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:30:739> Arianrhod ponders the situation. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:36:029> Lodi returns through the portcullis and clambers up onto the conductor's platform. "My apologies," he announces, "but our virtuoso lead violinist Ralpheen, has ... certain personal issues that must be addressed before he will perform. The situation is being dealt with, I can assure you all of that." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:40:371> Tanris Rozzan, Ascendant of Zarathustra has severed Zech's head from his body with a mighty blow. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:43:745> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:44:153> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:25:44:266> Sachiel nods his head at Lodi. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:26:03:098> Awan has been slain by the might of Tanris Rozzan, Ascendant of Zarathustra. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:26:24:193> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:26:44:161> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:26:44:244> Lodi quickly walks down his podiums steps once more and moves directly over to the blushing young girl. There are tears peaking out from around her eyes as the Cardinal shares a few harsh, whispered words to her. She looks on the brink of braking down completely as she gets to her feet and follows Lodi back out of site, her head held low in shame. Once the pare have vanished, five Clarinet players, along with another group of Bassoonists of the same number, move in to complete the triangular Wood-wind formation. Now the soft chanting and melancholic singing of the tuning of these instruments, ethereally weaves itself through the subtle sounds of the preparing string section. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:27:44:168> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:27:44:242> The Ivory Institute of Fine Art's Torch Lit Amphitheater. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Nearly indiscernible in the shadows, a majestic peryton stands stoically here. Vicar Iseria, Scourge of the Faith is here. She wields a Shield of Absorption in her right hand. Nirrain Nillilain, Servant of House Sioraiocht is here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his left hand and Thoth's fang in his right. Wrathmaster Sliff is here. Kelandra Lichlord, Daemonic Hand is here. She wields an ivory mug of kawhe in her left hand. Miss Adventure Anke Mercadia is here. She wields a Druidic quarterstaff in both hands. The Silver Dragon Isis' imposing form looms. Arianrhod Viatrix is here. She wields a delicate diamond rose in her right hand. Sachiel Kysalis is here. He wields a ritual dagger in his left hand. Dreadborn Jurixe is here, hidden. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a needle-pointed dirk in her right. Father Herenicus Coldraven is seated here. He wields an ivory mug of kawhe in his right hand. Cardinal Lodi Coldraven Ta'sa is here. Amunet Viatrix is here. Prokin is here. Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade is riding on an ashen peryton. Vicar Azor Corso, Bane of the Droch is here. He wields an elemental staff in his left hand. You see a single exit leading up (closed door). 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:27:45:533> Lodi's voice can be heard echoing into ear shot as he argues with someone and Ralpheens arrogant tone bleeds in occasionally to back up the Cardinal's caterwauling. Looking over their shoulders and smirking amongst themselves, the Brass section enters and forms a semicircle around the back of the already existing triangle of Strings and Wood-wind. Consisting of three Trumpets far back at the left, three Trombones far back at the right, four Horns aligned along the front and a Tuba sat neatly off to the far right of the front. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:27:49:487> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:28:44:116> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:28:44:264> Sliff puts on a suit of leather armour. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:28:48:629> Flashes of scintillating light signal the abrupt end of Reonna's life. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:29:12:540> Lodi returns, beaming from ear to ear and with one arm around a far calmer Ralpheen. Under his arm he now carries a beautifully crafted, black painted violin with floral ivory inset creeping elegantly around its edges and up its neck. Quickly his fellow violinists pick up his stand and place the scattered music score in order upon it. Taking up his seat once more, Ralpheen knocks his hair back with a flick of his head, places violin under chin and sets about tuning it as if nothing ever happened. Sheepishly dragging her feet, the young girl also reemerges, a glowing red hand print slapped across her cheek. She sits back down, avoiding eye contact at all times. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:29:36:600> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:29:44:148> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:29:44:224> Isis coughs softly. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:30:11:624> Lodi , seeing that all is well with the Orchestra's star musician, takes up his position upon the conductors podium and begins thumbing through his score. With out even looking up, he ushers in the Percussionists with a flick of his baton: they orderly take up positions at the back and to the far left of the orchestral formation, setting about quickly tinkering with the various cymbals, drums and triangles that hang there. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:30:15:113> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:30:44:139> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:30:44:225> Lodi looks up at the Orchestra with a smile on his face, but then scowls angrily as he notices one individual is still missing from the line-up. Hurrying in, trying furiously to tidy up his appearance (with not much luck it should be added) comes the scruffy Timpani player. Discontent mutterings seep through the rest of the Orchestra at this late arrival. Obviously his tardy time-keeping is a common occurrence and causes much annoyance amongst his peers. The Timpani sets about tuning the skins of his massive drums, whilst muttering apologies to those nearest him. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:31:10:001> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:31:44:223> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:31:44:304> Lodi places his conducting score back upon its stand and lays his baton neatly in front of it. He looks out across his assembled musicians and waits patiently for them to complete their tuning. Now that all the instruments are active, the soothing music of their massed tuning fills up the air. It is a strange sort of music that this lull before the final onslaught of the symphony produces. There is no order to it, yet it contains a free-flowing stream like quality that washes over your senses, emotional preparing you for what is to come. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:02:844> Taidra has been slain by the might of a black hell-hound. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:07:238> Lodi picks up his baton once more and taps it gently upon his music stand, indicating that the Orchestra should now be silenced. As quite falls in a rippling decay of sound, he turns to face the audience and spreads his arms wide in greeting. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:36:845> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:44:203> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:44:273> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:46:082> Lodi smiles and says enthusiastically in a dry, age creaked voice, "Music!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:32:57:049> Lodi smiles broadly and says in a dry, age creaked voice, "An art form that exists only in a metaphysical state of being." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:07:563> Lodi says passionately in a dry, age creaked voice, "It has the power to enter one's soul and paint pictures of such devastating beauty." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:16:314> Lodi says seriously in a dry, age creaked voice, "That few of the other art forms can match its cosmic magnitude or strength." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:25:421> Lodi smiles and says dreamily in a dry, age creaked voice, "The landscapes of emotional diversity that it can conjure up within ones microcosm ..." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:36:941> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:44:210> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:44:294> Lodi says joyously in a dry, age creaked voice, "Are intoxicating visions of the most sublime quality!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:46:009> Lodi says honestly in a dry, age creaked voice, "To the best of my knowledge. " 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:33:52:904> Lodi says confidently in a dry, age creaked voice, "You see before you all today. " 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:00:492> Lodi smiles and says enthusiastically in a dry, age creaked voice, "The first fully fledged Philharmonic Orchestra ever to have ever performed on Sapience in modern times!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:06:178> Lodi says pridefully in a dry, age creaked voice, "I must mention here that this is a Mhaldorian achievement!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:17:704> Beams of prismatic light pierce the firmament, radiating outward from the Aalen Forest. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:21:293> Azor raises an eyebrow questioningly. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:21:770> Lodi stands straight with taut shoulders, a paragon for all to admire. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:24:239> Lodi beams broadly. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:29:982> Kelandra's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:33:364> Lodi's eyes fill with proud joy as he declaims, "All great art is birthed of Suffering!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:35:923> The corners of Isis's lips turn upwards in an enigmatic half smile. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:36:435> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:44:151> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:44:234> Lodi says quickly in a dry, age creaked voice, "So, with this thought predominant in our minds, let us not delay any further!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:45:960> Lodi smiles and says proclaimingly in a dry, age creaked voice, "May this musical extravagance of Mhaldorian high culture." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:34:59:676> Haynes has been slain in Ainghaeal's Nest by Marshal of the Smith, Squire Beorji Ravenstar-Alexandrian. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:00:503> Lodi says slowly in a dry, age creaked voice, "Finally." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:05:178> Lodi says laughingly and excitedly in a dry, age creaked voice, "Commence!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:11:309> With a flourish of his arm, Lodi bows deeply. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:16:162> Lodi turns back to face his Orchestra, nods in respect to them and they in return to him, takes up the ivory baton in his right hand and raises it into the air. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:25:898> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:44:206> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:44:247> Lodi begins the first symphonic movement by gently weaving a four-beat pattern with his right hand, whilst simultaneously indicating with her left hand that the string section should begin quietly. Playing off each other like tear-drops trickling soothingly from heaven, the First Violins start off quietly and gently. They pluck at their strings, bouncing notes off one another like the first faint traces of rain heralding a coming storm. Then in slides the Second violins, gliding their bows across strings and weaving their notes into the music like crisscrossing ripples across the rain welted surface of a lake. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:44:862> Flashes of scintillating light signal the abrupt end of Reonna's life. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:35:58:159> Lodi pulls the Wood-Wind section into the score: first flows in the Flutes, Oboes and the high pitched Piccolo, all winding subtly through each others notes. Their music distinctly imitates bird song celebrating the trickling rains. Their melodious songs rise and fall in waving crescendos of music, dancing through the watery rain of the violins like birds fluttering from tree to tree. A more melancholic tone enters the composition when the clarinets start up their contribution, attributing the piece a subtle foreboding that slithers through the background of the otherwise jovial music. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:36:17:154> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:36:44:145> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:36:44:242> Jenny has been slain by the might of a redfin tuna. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:37:18:329> Jenny has bled to death. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:37:23:008> Lodi indicates to Ralpheen with a slight gesture of his left hand and the virtuoso sets out on his own. Flying as a Falcon through the water filled air of notes, his violin solo weaves and winds as effortlessly. There is a strange sadness about its musical flight, a deep-seated longing that stands out against its happy surroundings. The rain, it would seem, does not bring it happiness ... for this elegant bird of pray is searching for something that sets it apart from the others. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:37:32:846> Mako has been slain by the might of an Arcadian royal guard. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:37:39:527> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:37:44:245> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:37:44:335> Flashes of scintillating light signal the abrupt end of Eld's life. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:38:10:378> Lodi's right hand still mechanical beating out the four-beat pattern like a metronome, begins to gradually raise the volume of the music bit by bit with upward gestures from his left. This heightens the emotional urgency of the affair, aiding in the metamorphosis from sweet jubilation at the coming of the rains, to the growing fear and anticipation towards the direction Nature shall deem to take this course of events. Ralpheens' melodic metaphor of a Falcon searches on, circling around and around in beautiful circles over the head of all its musical companions. Its urgency increases as the musical volume elevates higher. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:38:36:265> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:38:44:249> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:38:44:354> Mako has been slain by the might of an Arcadian royal guard. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:39:30:838> Lodi raises the volume even higher in a steep curve of ascendancy. Ralpheen, tongue stuck out from the side of his mouth in tense concentration, sends the metaphysical representation of his artistic genius whirling at dizzying speeds, pouring out notes at a skillfully controlled high velocity. Hither and thither, thither and hither does his Falcon search. Now the First violins have spun a new level of acutely boiling tension into the rainy patter of the plucking strings, these new streams of notes flow in pulsing sheets of stormy rain, angrily pelting in surges over the ground. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:39:40:164> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:39:44:251> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:39:44:324> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:40:26:402> Lodi violently brings both hands down before him, eliciting an abrupt clashing of symbols from the percussion in a metaphorical representation of lightning. From out of nowhere roll in the Brass section as the storm clouds finally break. Another crash of symbols, followed by a violent crescendo of attacks from the Timpani drums triggers mass panic amongst the trilling wood-wind: birds scatter in fright, filling up the air with their shrill cries of terror and warning. Another crash from the symbols ensues, as more lightning bolts carve through the music of the violent sky, flowing forth from the black bombastic storm clouds blown into life by the Brass. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:40:34:737> Nyrik has been slain by the might of Serpentine Librarian, Lacertix "The Incorrigible" Xenophidex. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:40:40:778> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:40:44:260> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:40:44:344> Lodi pounds the air with his hands, his hair flying back and forth as his entire body gives itself over to the stormy surging of the music. A dark, turbulent violence seethes like a pit of vipers at the music's very heart, thunder and lightning throb and crash through its veins. No longer does the bird sing and dance, the flutes have gone to hide in the woods with their Piccolo and Oboe brothers. Only Ralpheen's creation is left battling against the elements, and how the marvelous little bird fights on! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:41:24:099> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:41:28:418> Nirrain is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Achaea. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:41:44:270> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:41:44:352> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:41:51:019> Tsunim has been slain by misadventure. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:42:11:003> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:42:42:329> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:42:44:170> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:42:44:241> Lodi drags in the remainder of the string section and indicates for those percussionists left idle to follow suit. A new musical mode can be sensed emerging in the distance, sheltered by the Storm and cultivated by its titanic rage. Militaristic marching drums thump as its back-bones and the Cello, Viola and Double Base sections march in uniformed discipline alongside each of its beats. So faint is this rhythm of war against the overwhelming violence of the storm, that it pails to insignificance: but it is there, and drawing nearer by the minuet. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:42:52:162> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:43:41:010> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:43:44:151> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:43:44:263> Lodi grins broadly from ear to ear as his manic gesturing drives forwards the musicians like the cracking of slaver's whips. Louder and louder do the marching drums become, drawing ever nearer to the swooping and weaving lead violinist's avian tune. Eagerly does the bird's attention pip at the approaching army, perhaps its master is numbered amongst its ranks? Mayhap he rides with those soldiers blotting out the stormy horizon? An up-beat song slips into Ralpheen's musical creation. The storm of notes that swirls around its wings, no longer pose an obstacle once hope has taken up roost deep in the Falcons heart. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:44:05:381> Lodi zealously beats the music out of the Mhaldorian Philharmonic Orchestra, binding its musical potency by his will alone. Closer does the army march and soon its musical tones do take on clearer forms, as the amassed forces come more clearly into sight. A righteous goodness becomes dominant as the Violas and Cellos brake away from their warrior companions of the Double Basses, and head off in their own direction. Rising up their stringed voices to the very Garden of the Gods, the musical instruments of these two sections sing gloriously of honor & justice! Their words, spoken through stomping, heavy marching cords, are rife with parade ground pomposity! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:44:38:867> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:44:44:184> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:44:44:262> Lodi waves his arms in blurred patterns, expertly weaving the Symphony together as if he where sat at a loom creating a bedazzling tapestry of song. Behind all the grand posturing of the Violas and Cellos, the morbid drudgery of the Double Bases floats like a second face behind their mask. They mildew the righteous tones of this army with a creeping hypocrisy, seething just bellow the surface. Sighting the different colors flown by this force, Ralpheen's falcon turns tail and flees...for those are not the colors of his Masters forces, nay, they are verily those of his hated enemy! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:45:26:795> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:45:42:246> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:45:44:190> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:45:44:262> Lodi's form is a blur of motion now, pumping energy from his microcosm into the metaphysical power of the orchestra! Bassoons cry and yell in elation as the rolling army spies that little Falcon, high within the eaves of the storm. The Horns send up valiant hunting cries as an arrow is notched in a bow with a few harsh gasps from the clarinet, before being sent flying through the air with a rolling swoosh of trombones and cymbals! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:46:09:284> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:46:44:147> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:46:44:281> Lodi masterfully conjures up pure pandemonium within the music as the arrow hits home, striking Ralpheen's solo at its very heart. All notions of harmonics are dispersed as dissonance takes her seat upon the orchestral apex. Down, down, down does fall the Falcon! Trailing a spiraling wake of xylophone notes as the creature tumbles to the stony earth! Bringing both hands quivering down together, Lodi silences the Orchestra at the very moment the Falcon strikes home with one final, united crashing chord. Thus ends the first Movement. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:47:05:535> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:47:26:286> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:47:44:204> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:47:44:282> Herenicus gives up some polite applause, watching expectantly. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:00:998> The door leading up is opened from the other side. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:16:717> Reine arrives from the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:17:385> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:39:810> Lodi motions to the double base players with his left hand whilst making minute four beat patterns with his right. With a melancholic lethargy does the second movement birth itself, its emotional scale is similar to that experienced just after awaking from a heavy, intoxicant educed sleep. Gradually the rest of the strings breathe their life into the music, as more light pours into the blurry and newly opened retina of the ear. Solemnly rumbling in the distance, the Tuba adds its low baritone voice to the fray, followed shortly by the faintest rhythmical clattering of bells and gongs from the percussion section, filling the air with the seemingly far off metallic sounds of weaponsmithing and combat sparing. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:41:353> Sachiel beams at the orchestra in the silence between movements. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:41:881> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:44:211> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:48:44:292> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:49:21:984> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:49:44:219> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:49:44:352> Lodi points at Ralpheen, who raises his violin to his chin and places bow calmly on strings. The Falcon magically awakes as his little black fiddle sighs forth notes in gentle breaths. Groggy at first, its attempts at movement are clumsy, still dazed and confused by its catastrophic fall from heaven. A lamentation fills its voice, weeping over the pain that its worthless hope gifted him. Spreading its wings the bird makes to fly, but its music is abruptly cut into silence when it discovers itself to be unable. Again, the creature attempts to move away into the air...buts its attempts are thwarted once more. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:49:59:483> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:50:03:982> Kelandra inhales as she takes a long swallow of kawhe, contentment visible in her expression. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:50:33:166> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:50:44:152> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:50:44:252> Lodi keeps rhythm with his ivory baton perfectly, illustrating the emotional aspects of the music to his musicians with theatrical facial expressions. Ralpheen drags back his avian creature into an expressive slump of abject defeat. It has been caged, its freedoms stripped away. One can not help but note the level of sensitivity pored into its claustrophobic music at this point by the violin virtuoso, he understands all to well the crushing hardships of such a predicament. Such tears of misery roll forth from his fellow violins, weeping bleak notes of sadness as they also attempt to brake free into the air. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:51:11:651> Beams of prismatic light pierce the firmament, radiating outward from the Aerinewild. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:51:26:201> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:51:44:258> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:51:44:335> Lodi grasps at his heart with his left hand, indicating the soul rendering anguish required of the musicians to be pored into the piece at this point. This contrast between the violent onslaught of the first movement, and this quit and mournfully depressing lull in pace and emotions, emphasizes and enhances the current melancholic mood. The difference is tremendous, in but a moment the musical mood has tumbled off the ecstatic highs of a towering cliff and plummeted into a dark rocky abyss bellow. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:51:54:747> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:52:44:251> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:52:44:333> Lodi draws the volume of the Tubas march louder, its deep speech drawing nearer to the falcons cage. Mocking arrogance drips from its pompous strides, sweeping through jagged scales of contempt as it begins to taunt Ralpheen's lamenting solo. A dialog is spun up between the two, long drawn out violin notes weeping in response to the bombastic Tubas sneering rolls of laughter. In the background the rest of the Brass slowly creep in, as the voices of a boisterous army encampment add their militant rhythm to the orchestral landscape of audio vibrations. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:52:46:911> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:53:20:671> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:53:44:193> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:53:44:292> Lodi weaves the Tuba slowly into a gradually intensifying rant of throbbing, self-righteous bigotry. The instrument admonishes the little Falcon for its sins, whilst all the while, the only thing that Ralpheen's instrument can do is weep in abject despair. For gone are the days of its freedom, gone is the hope of ever findings its master again! Softly do the Clarinets now flow in, their notes haloing the Second Violins as they begin to pluck at their strings in imitation of that tattered Falcon's sorrowful tears. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:53:49:680> Flashes of scintillating light signal the abrupt end of Vayne's life. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:54:12:510> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:54:44:252> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:54:44:352> The body of Nirrain Nillilain, Servant of House Sioraiocht appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:55:19:736> Lodi's Ivory baton continues its charismatic, metronome dancing with effortless ease. Gradually, so so gradually, the pace and pitch of the second movement begins to intensify its original mournful plod. One by one the Brass drift louder in volume, moving to flow next to the Tuba and gaze upon his just tormenting of Ralpheen's avian violin. A strange, funeral march rhythm creeps in with the Brass sections new direction. It acts as a structure, holding each of the Brass sections together. Yet it is not so ridged that it doesn't allow the charismatic chatter of their mocking voices to occasionally leap up and aide the Tuba in its cruel sport. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:55:36:393> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:55:44:221> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:55:44:304> (Mhaldor): Dunn says, "Hail, Mhaldor." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:56:37:159> Lodi controls the gentle increase of speed and emotional intensity masterfully, for although it has indeed increased, it is still so predominantly quite and mournful that the energy and chaos of the first movement, is countless fathoms higher than the symphonies current emotional state. However, a subtle change has overcome the Falcon ... a new strength weaves forth from its flowing tears. For although miserably quieter than Ralpheen's dominant solo, another of the First Violins has spoken up in its aide and now mimics its song. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:56:38:834> <-DEF DWN->: Shroud down! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:56:40:735> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:56:44:266> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:56:44:345> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:56:47:532> Ressynk has been slain by the might of a foul-smelling orc. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:57:04:706> Lodi indicates that Ralpheen should change his tune subtly at this new addition. Despite the increased power of its voice, the Falcon's suffering is increasing by the minuet. For a hidden frenzy is now dancing behind the Brass's procession of taunts. It lingers behind their righteous masks of morality, growing more disconcertingly intense with each marching remark of cruel condemnation. How they torture the imprisoned and wounded Falcon! How they ridicule it in notes garbed with their hatred for the creatures Knightly Master! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:57:29:740> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:57:44:194> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:57:44:292> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:58:25:239> Lodi solemnly sways back and forth in time to the Brass sections jeering funeral march. Dissonance begins to twist between Ralpheen's music and that of his first violin companion. The subtly discordant play between their notes takes away the saner edges from the Falcon's song. Anguished insanity mildews their melancholic whimpering, sewed deftly through their musical scores by the creatures claustrophobic entrapment's. It clots in the music's arteries, raising the pieces blood pressure slowly higher and higher. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:58:32:518> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:58:44:282> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:58:44:375> Kelandra inhales as she takes a long swallow of kawhe, contentment visible in her expression. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:59:21:538> Lodi pumps a fist out in the direction of the clunking procession, punching out a thumping explosion from the Timpani as the Tuba bangs its fists angrily against the Falcon's cage. Reeling apart from each other in polar directions, the Falcon's song is shattered into momentarily silence. But then, back it surges with renewed vigor! This time another two First Violins have joined it angrily, and the plucking of the Second Violins has erupted into long, dark sweeping notes weaving with the Clarinets and now also the Bassoons like snakes through the dust. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:59:27:808> Taebar has been slain by the might of a ghast. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:59:27:814> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:59:44:220> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <19:59:44:304> Jarpa has been slain by the might of a ghast. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:00:00:262> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:00:44:294> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:00:44:395> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:06:910> Lodi mimes a mocking laugh in the direction of the Brass, who musically imitate his dramatic actions, jeering in utter contempt at the Falcon's angry singing. A long drum roll rumbles forth from the Timpani as the Tuba picks up the cage and shakes it violently. Ready for it this time, however, the Falcon's chorus is joined by another two of the First Violins, giving it fuller body and a louder voice. Again the Brass bang their fists against the cage, more instruments joining the Tuba in his cruel assault. All this instigates is a further four First Violins entering into the avian song. How it rages beautifully now! Thrashing angrily against its restraints, its music filled with the epic strength vouchsafed upon it by Suffering! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:08:672> Tironitus has bled to death. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:22:470> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:25:871> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:29:967> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:30:016> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:38:978> Lodi yawns suddenly and mightily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:41:357> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:43:280> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:44:289> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:44:375> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:01:45:693> Lodi now raises the music's intensity with every passing second! A rolling cacophony of rhythmical thunder echoes forth from the Timpani drums, in time with the Brass's raging Funeral March as they beat the cage again and again, cymbals crash as sticks are poked at the resilient creature. But alas! All is for nothing! Now the entire First Violins are lifting up their voices in wonderful unison, en-laurelling pure power around the Falcon's song! Again and again they defiantly bang against the cage. As the music reaches a soul- shakingly complex climax, there is a final explosive crash of symbols and ... Silence. Kills. Everything! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:02:08:685> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:02:11:459> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:02:44:308> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:02:44:415> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:02:53:562> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:03:00:900> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:03:12:267> Lodi hangs both arms in the air before him perfectly still, as the deafening velocity of the silence smothers everything all around! Such an epic effect can only be produced by the sudden and (drastic) inversion of noise to its utter absence: and oh how it sets ones emotions on fire! For now in comes the entire String section in crushing unison: Violins, Violas, Cellos and Double Basses! How the majestic Falcon does flap his wings, crowned with the thorny reef of Freedom now that its bondage has snapped. Its soul is set a flight! No other instrument dares even whisper in the presence of this mighty and unstoppable musical creature! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:03:19:542> It is now the 1st of Daedalan, 561 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:03:49:251> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:03:50:251> Lodi brings both hands crashing down together, forcing the rest of the Orchestra out of its terrified stupor and back into life. Pure pandemonium ensues! Panic surges through the music, as the Brass degenerates into a submissive mass of notes, framed by the dissonant cascading of the Wood-wind and the heavy poundings that erupt forth from the Percussion. But all of this shrinks into insignificance when compared with the Falcons powerful flight of dancing scales! His music is the back-bone of the piece now, not just its side product. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:03:54:768> Ramzi has been slain by the might of a fearsome wyvern. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:04:01:565> A black crow flaps in with a raucous shriek, wild fury in its piercing eyes. It disdainfully drops a letter into Amunet's hands before wheeling to soar away. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:04:42:072> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:04:42:378> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:04:44:219> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:04:44:305> Lodi makes sweeping gestures back and forth with his left hand, controlling this complex musical landscape with effortless ease. Wheeling on its mighty wings, the Falcon turns tail and departs - searching with renewed strength and self- determination for its master. The Brass scatters in terror as the phoenix like Bird swoops over head. Their music (along with the entirety of the non-string sections of the Orchestra) quickly dissipates into silence as the Falcon leaves his tormentors far, far behind him with a few bars of life-affirming wing beats. Thus ends the Second Movement. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:04:55:287> The corners of Isis's lips turn upwards in an enigmatic half smile. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:05:37:674> Lodi starts up the Third Movement Scherzo, with a jovial grin and merry, up-beat hand movements. Structured in triple time, the beautifully cheerful music - that rises and falls like the fluttering of butterflies wings - acts as a soothing ointment to those emotional wounds left quivering by the last two movements. The Strings and Wood-wind sections are having a marvelous time of it, cavorting and dancing through the long grasses, the tinkling Percussion bells cascading as water from a distant, meadow shrouded crevice. Although the Brass remains silent, the absence of their dramatic vocabulary attributes the peace a quaint rural, almost almost folkish nostalgia. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:05:41:572> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:05:44:230> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:05:44:312> Lodi nods to Ralpheen whom instantly glides his little solo into audio view, it circles lazily upon a warm air thermal that has thrown up by the baking passion of a summer's sun burning at the very heart of this Scherzo. No longer does the Falcon speak with a voice laden with anger and hate, instead, his new found freedom has soothed his temper, cooling it into a lazy enjoyment of the tranquil and happy music-scape from on-up high. Fluttering joyously, the Piccolo swoops in steep bars of music up to join the majestic avian solo. The little song-bird loops and spins around the Falcon, so carried away is the creature by the joyous weather that it doesn't even stop to think about its own personal safety. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:06:27:989> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:06:31:739> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:06:42:819> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:06:44:230> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:06:44:304> That went right over my head. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:07:28:846> Lodi weaves his hands calmly and smoothly, his ivory baton dancing ethereally in the illumination of the amphitheater's guttering torches. Pooling like sunlight in the palms of one's hands, the music flows as golden honey across the ears, filling them completely with its warm, luscious melodies. Attacking calmly then decaying, the pitch and tone of the inter-playing String section fluctuates reminiscently of the rolling vastness of wheat laden fields, their golden seas waving lazily in a casual breeze. Chattering eagerly amongst themselves, the Woodwind imitates Peasant voices far below the Falcon. They sing and cheer happily, their voices lifted up in praise to the hardships of simple, rural life. Beams of prismatic light pierce the firmament, radiating outward from Mount Gheladan. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:08:01:855> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:08:19:064> Lodi sweeps upwards with his left hand (still mechanically keeping rhythm with his right) and a single Horn lets loose a solemn, far off hunting cry: instantly the Falcons interest is alerted, rolling over into a gentle dive, the bird of pray leaves his joyously chirping Piccolo friend behind and swoops of to investigate. Again the Horn lets loose its call, yet this time its much louder. It must be located somewhere nearby on the musical landscape bellow. Ralpheen's violin glides smoothly over the warm fields of his fellow strings. Searching, ever searching for his allusive goal. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:09:10:525> Lodi smiles from ear to ear, even he is not impervious to the splendid emotions shinning forth from the Mhaldorian Philharmonic Orchestra! Sounding off once more, the lead Horn is joined by another and a fresh level of strength is fired into its hunting call. Then again, with another of its fellows. Again and again it calls out until the entirety of the Horn section sings forth. Long since petted away into silence, the Wood-wind rises up its voice again - they bay and howl like a pack of hounds eagerly chasing their quarry. A jumbilent shout abruptly goes up from the trumpets! The falcon has been spotted! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:09:11:904> Lodi yawns suddenly and mightily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:09:41:490> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:09:44:243> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:09:44:322> Lodi skips a little as he infuses the piece with a more intense level of jubilation: for ridding at the head of the hunting party - mounted upon a mighty war-horse with hoofs shod with pure percussion, is the Falcon's Master! Joy of Joys! Folding back its wings in a slice of notes, the bird of pray dives like a lightning bolt onto his Masters gloved fist, a shooting line of xylophone notes trailing off in the creatures plummeting decent. Now all the brass comes in, as the bombastic chatter of a massive hunting party welcomes Ralpheen's solo into its musical heart. A waltzing quality saturated with nostalgic memories, flows elegantly into the happy music. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:10:13:959> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:10:17:751> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:10:44:263> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:10:44:336> Draqoom falls in a blaze of silver to Renshi Daevos Moliuvia, Northern Annihilation's sword, Unseen Tigers. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:10:45:903> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:11:10:375> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:11:12:990> Lodi gives the signal and the entire Orchestra coalesces around the musical waltz of Ralpheen's dancing solo. All the Wood-wind bay in excitement, swarming around the clopping drums of the Masters war-horse. The Brass sings in bellowing baritone, voices strong and true. The Strings fill up the Falcon, puffing the bird up to the epic proportions it enjoyed at the end of the last movement. Swirling in toe-tapping triple time, this end section of the Scherzo is a highly memorable event. Happy and free, the Orchestra's unified music dances through the air with exited jubilation. With three final waltzing chords, the Cardinal draws his cavorting instruments into silence. Thus ends the Third Movement Scherzo. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:11:14:509> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:11:44:373> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:11:44:445> Lodi brings the fourth movement crashing into existence. An excited, speeding four beat gallop explodes into the music, as the Bassoon section voice of the Master rings out and orders the hunt to continue with earnest! Baying excitedly, the rest of the Wood-wind sprints bounding off into the distance - providing a rich sub-texture to the musical composition. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:11:56:871> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:12:44:380> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:12:44:460> Lodi nods at Ralpheen, and the prodigious violin virtuoso sends his Falcon swooping off in a diversion from the predominant gallop of the music. Its song tells of its wows: of its incessant searching for its Master after their separation, of how it battled everything from mortals, to nature, to cold steal bars in an attempt to return to him. Rumbling in laughter, the Bassoon section responds to the Falcon's enigmatic tail. But then a melancholic taint seeps into Ralpheen's song as he plays of his entrapment by the Masters enemies. A bubbling rage boils up in the Bassoon section at this story, calling an abrupt halt to the sprinting horses of the hunting party. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:12:49:063> The rhythms of battle take your breath away as the tumultuous voice of Matsuhama, God of Combat echoes overhead, "Rean, of My Host, stands at North of Thera. The first to slay him shall bear My favour!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:13:00:238> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:13:44:295> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:13:44:414> Lodi weaves Ralpheen's story from him in the silence - tinged with the molten blood of resentment and hate, tears well and fall from the little black violin's cat-gut strings. Its note's echo mournfully in the cavernous silence of the Orchestra, spinning their yarn of suffering to the anticipating ears of the huntsman. Blasting away the quiet with a bellowing crescendo of scales, the Bassoons shout out the Masters rage and instigate a turbulent commotion within the musicians ranks. Patriotic trumpets reverberate in support of the Bassoons rage, the Trombones adding in their sliding notes to the fray of indignant discontent. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:14:05:978> Dontarion has been slain by the might of Merciless Rean Moliuvia, Fury Incarnate. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:14:26:413> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:14:44:435> Lodi spurs the galloping music back into life, as the Bassoons call all of its fellows to heed its calls for reprisal! Charging off at brake neck speeds, the music follows the Bassoon's lead, filled up to braking point with a raging anger. Falling and rising, the Music imitates their travel over hill and valley, with the occasional crashing of cymbals as their steeds plunge forwards through icy streams and rivers. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:14:48:705> You notice Sachiel's eyelids are beginning to droop. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:15:41:418> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:15:44:421> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:15:44:492> Lodi violently forces them on, yet never misses a beat with his expertly trained gesturing. In the distance the righteous poundings of the enemy army's camp seep into audio presence, this ridged structure playing elegantly against the galloped rhythm of the Hunting party. As the vast scope of the amassed enemy forces come into full swing, the minute force with which Ralpheen's Falcon rides, pails into insignificance. A hesitance creeps into their music ... for how can so few possibly defeat so many. Still the Bassoons call out in unison, their resolve unwilted by the impossible odds. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:15:55:742> Kelandra inclines her head politely. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:16:22:065> Kelandra opens the door to the up. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:16:23:308> Kelandra leaves to the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:16:23:647> Lodi quickly turns a page of his music score. Slowly but surly the Hunting Part grinds to a stop, over come by the all encompassing power of the Enemy. Fear hangs like a musical musk around their conversing - none dare to go any further. Yet still the Masters voice echoes out in sweeping chords of brave Bassoons! He will not lye down and admit defeat, his honor demands otherwise. All around his speech flies his loyal Falcon, its song fluttering in support of its Master's words. Whilst all this is happening, the stomping march of Timpani Drums, Trumpets and the Horn sections flow on: oblivious to the small troop of soldiers conversing at the outskirts of their camp. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:16:42:743> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:17:15:170> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:17:18:333> Lodi sways back and forth, hair flying about theatrically as his entire body shakes with a fiery passion! The Bassoon's voice starts barking out orders, slowly but surly its timid fellows respond to their Master's courageous out poring. His song gallops too and throw, too and throw before the aligned troops - yelling out a defiant speech and holding high its metaphorical sword of strength. Oh how hard it must be for those worthy few to ignore such soul- rousing sentiments! They give in, unable not to be inspired by their commanders hell-fire cries! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:17:33:834> Lodi raises an imperious left hand into the air, calling an abrupt silence to slice into existence. Getting up to their feet, the Hunting Partie's Horns let loose a valiant call to arms! Once, twice, thrice times doe their brave voices rise up unto the air! Letting loose a patriotic horde of notes, the Bassoons lead as the Falcon's loyal comrades charge head first into the encampment. Such chaos do they sew amongst the ranks of their enemy's ordered musical plod! They twist it apart into discordant anarchy as their defenses crumble under the unforeseen sonic onslaught! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:18:27:985> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:18:44:392> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:18:44:472> The door leading up is opened from the other side. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:40:414> A ghostly apparition glides into view from the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:40:840> You notice Lodi's eyelids are beginning to droop. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:41:423> Lodi proudly controls this metaphysical representation of the pandemonium of war, not a note is dropped within the fray, nor a beat missed. Despite the shock that first cripples the Enemy forces, soon the bellowing voice of the Tuba rings out across the battlefield - its bombastic pomposity shouting out orders in epic tones of power! The galloping rhythm of the Hunting Party begins to wax and wane under the pressure, some times it sits on top of the pyramid at the apex of dominance...but in the darker moments of the musical composition, the ridged, uncompromising righteousness of the enemy's rhythmical military march subdues it effortlessly beneath the drums of its marching boots. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:42:896> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:44:389> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:44:472> The Ivory Institute of Fine Art's Torch Lit Amphitheater. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Nearly indiscernible in the shadows, a majestic peryton stands stoically here. A stone gargoyle flies overhead on leathery, grey wings. Wrathmaster Sliff is here. The Silver Dragon Isis' imposing form looms. Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade is riding on an ashen peryton. Arianrhod Viatrix is here. She wields a delicate diamond rose in her right hand. Prokin is here. Father Herenicus Coldraven is seated here. He wields an ivory mug of kawhe in his right hand. Nirrain Nillilain, Servant of House Sioraiocht is here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his left hand and Thoth's fang in his right. Kaevan Lichlord is here, hidden. He wields a cup of dark New Hope tea in his left hand and a polished, caliginous cane in his right. Miss Adventure Anke Mercadia is here. She wields a Druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Cardinal Lodi Coldraven Ta'sa is here. Amunet Viatrix is here. Sachiel Kysalis is here. He wields a ritual dagger in his left hand. Reine Ennaliel is here. Vicar Azor Corso, Bane of the Droch is here. Dreadborn Jurixe is here, hidden. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a needle-pointed dirk in her right. You see a single exit leading up (closed door). 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:50:755> Keeping the head as a trophy, Merciless Rean Moliuvia, Fury Incarnate has collapsed Denex's skull, bringing him to an agonising end. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:19:53:133> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:20:44:464> The Ivory Institute of Fine Art's Torch Lit Amphitheater. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Nearly indiscernible in the shadows, a majestic peryton stands stoically here. A stone gargoyle flies overhead on leathery, grey wings. Wrathmaster Sliff is here. The Silver Dragon Isis' imposing form looms. Arianrhod Viatrix is here. She wields a delicate diamond rose in her right hand. Kaevan Lichlord is here, hidden. He wields a cup of dark New Hope tea in his left hand and a polished, caliginous cane in his right. Cardinal Lodi Coldraven Ta'sa is here. Amunet Viatrix is here. Sachiel Kysalis is here. He wields a ritual dagger in his left hand. Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade is riding on an ashen peryton. Prokin is here. Miss Adventure Anke Mercadia is here. She wields a Druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Father Herenicus Coldraven is seated here. He wields an ivory mug of kawhe in his right hand. Nirrain Nillilain, Servant of House Sioraiocht is here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his left hand and Thoth's fang in his right. Dreadborn Jurixe is here, hidden. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a needle-pointed dirk in her right. Reine Ennaliel is here. Vicar Azor Corso, Bane of the Droch is here. You see a single exit leading up (closed door). 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:20:47:214> Lodi's form is sweating profusely under the shear strain of his performance. He is the very heart and soul of the piece and thusly carries the immense burden of its emotional complexity, heavily upon each shoulder. It would seem that the little Hunting Party was foolish to have attempted such a daring feet of arms... for now the enemies beating, lifeless onslaught has quashed its free flowing horsemanship beneath an iron heal. All seems lost - their noble stand against adversity crumbling into ruinous defeat. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:20:52:734> The Ivory Institute of Fine Art's Torch Lit Amphitheater. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Nearly indiscernible in the shadows, a majestic peryton stands stoically here. A stone gargoyle flies overhead on leathery, grey wings. Wrathmaster Sliff is here. The Silver Dragon Isis' imposing form looms. Amunet Viatrix is here. Sachiel Kysalis is here. He wields a ritual dagger in his left hand. Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade is riding on an ashen peryton. Dreadborn Jurixe is here, hidden. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a needle-pointed dirk in her right. Reine Ennaliel is here. Nirrain Nillilain, Servant of House Sioraiocht is here. He wields an iron-tipped whip in his left hand and Thoth's fang in his right. Cardinal Lodi Coldraven Ta'sa is here. Miss Adventure Anke Mercadia is here. She wields a Druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Vicar Azor Corso, Bane of the Droch is here. Father Herenicus Coldraven is seated here. He wields an ivory mug of kawhe in his right hand. Kaevan Lichlord is here, hidden. He wields a cup of dark New Hope tea in his left hand and a polished, caliginous cane in his right. Prokin is here. Arianrhod Viatrix is here. She wields a delicate diamond rose in her right hand. You see a single exit leading up (closed door). 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:21:12:740> Lodi thrashes back and forth, pumping the music full of energy drawn from the depths of his very soul. But ... what is this that can be heard? Ralpheen has risen to his feet and sent that little, hardy Falcon high into the air! O how it sings, O how it cries out to its fellows in a tongue laden with mesmerizing beauty! His every trilling note fills up their hearts with a passion that not even a million enemy heretics could murder! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:21:27:241> Amunet yawns suddenly and mightily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:21:41:435> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:21:44:395> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:21:44:492> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:22:18:724> Herenicus casts Amunet a disapproving sidelong glance at the yawn. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:22:31:823> Lodi rises up the Hunting Party from its darkest hour, pushing them ever forwards! Inspired by the valiant little raptor's nobel voice, the hunting party make one final push. Out of nowhere comes back their galloping rhythm. There is little that their foe can do to stop them this time! The strings and wood wind coalesce musically around the hunting parties galloping rhythmical power. Their notes are short, tense and staccato - filled with a profound, soul moving power. Rising in pitch slightly with each passing bar, they are eventually joined by the epic poundings of the Timpani drums. Like an all engulfing tsunami, their music sweeps away the marching rhythm of their enemy in one mighty wave of passion and hate! Finally, the enemy force collapses and the entire Orchestra takes up the hunters pounding musical gallop in a final four bars of orgasmic glee! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:22:43:861> Arianrhod yawns suddenly and mightily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:23:41:435> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:23:44:451> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:23:44:525> Lodi lashes out in the direction of the percussion, and with on last mighty crash of cymbals, the defining mode of silence reigns supreme once again. Gradually at first, the Second Violins begin to pluck at the strings, softly tumbling their mournful drizzle down upon the bloody echo of battle that surges through this bitter silence. A single Hornist stands up, and begins to play a simple one bar fan-fair of victory over the corpse strewn battle field. Yet its tone is not rapturous or pompous. Nay, how can it be? For the Horns voice is filled with a deep sadness. Yes, an honorable victory as been won this day. But at what cost? At what terrible cost? 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:24:56:105> Lodi closes his eyes, holding back the tears glistening their edges. Lost! So many have been lost! So many loyal brothers at arms have been lost unto the arms of Thoth! Despite their victory, only a handful of the loyal Huntsman have survived. The past memory of their galloping songs hang as ghosts upon the desolate carnage of this terrible, terrible silence. Rising up once more into the ferment, that noble little Falcon lifts up its voice in melancholic lamentation. There is an urgency in its voice. Its master, surly ... surly he who can move mountains with his Will, he who can bend the very winds of Fate to favor him ... surly he could not have died? 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:25:00:872> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:25:44:424> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:25:44:828> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:26:44:398> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:26:44:491> Lodi sadly weaves his hands in Ralpheen's direction, swaying subtly - lost in an all encompassing sorrow cultivated in him by the bleak black timber of the music. Panic swells within the Falcon's song. Where is its Master? Where is its Lord? A sea of silent cadavers spreads out macabrely beneath its wings. Is its dearest friend counted amongst their number? Then, abruptly, it lets out a high pitch scale of startled notes and dives to the ground in a circling trail of xylophone notes. Such tortured agony weeps into Ralpheen's solo, rising and falling in a soft gallop of mournful notes. For the creature has found its Master, and no life pumps through his ice cold veins. Oh how the Gods do mock this simple little bird! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:26:52:186> You take a sip from a cup of smoky black tea, savouring the strong and smooth liquid. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:26:55:026> Azor quickly devours a handful of fruits. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:27:05:551> His deranged mind offering no resistance, Rean falls to the recondite power of Tanris Rozzan, Ascendant of Zarathustra. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:27:13:419> Beams of prismatic light pierce the firmament, radiating outward from Xhaiden Dale. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:27:20:708> Arianrhod yawns suddenly and mightily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:27:41:463> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:27:44:428> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:27:44:502> Kaevan begins to intensify slowly until he appears flesh and blood once more. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:28:08:163> Lodi indicates to the remaining strings with a firm resolve. Slowly but surly he pulls in each section, all joining into the Falcons sad, sad song. The long, flowing song of death pours out from the Mhaldorian Philharmonic Orchestra, joining the noble little Falcon as it mourns the passing of its friend and Master. - for no longer is it full of tears, nay, a strange strength has entered into it. With each passing bar the music grows in intensity. The lamenting emotional tones slowly, yet steadily, metamorphosing into a tune of stealy determination. Onwards, ever onwards it drives, till its original defeatist melodies are replaces by a passionate, honorable power and purpose. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:28:20:898> A stone gargoyle falls from Sliff's person. Sliff is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Achaea. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:28:44:506> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:28:44:513> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:28:44:581> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:28:58:779> Lodi pumps strength into the Orchestra with each fanatical beat of his ivory baton. He is a Priest in the pulpit, and those musicians sat before him are his congregation. The emotional strength of this symphonies finale is infectious, filling the very air with a tear-jerking sense of pride and honor. For the Falcon now understands the true nature of Existence, and verily does it not shy away. It is alone in this world. And always will be. Only through its own strength of wit can it survive. All obstacles that the Gods throw in its path can but strengthen it unfathomably. Although life is a struggle, it is that very struggle that empowers us all to keeping on going day, by bitter day. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:29:26:216> Sachiel's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:29:41:468> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:29:44:445> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:29:44:512> Tahquil has been slain by the might of a rabid grizzly bear. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:30:26:237> Lodi quietens down the music till it eases into a soft silence. With a content nod of his head, he motions to the Timpani with his left hand and instantly the sky is filled with a distant, gentle roll of thunder heralding the coming of another storm. Playing off each other like tear-drops trickling soothingly from heaven, the First violins start off quietly and gently. They pluck at their strings, bouncing notes off each other like the first faint traces of rain heralding a coming storm. The Symphony has come full circle, back to the place where it began. For such is the nature of life, a never ending cycle from which we must learn & grow strong through the adversity it blesses us all with. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:30:34:761> Tahquil has bled to death. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:30:38:631> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:31:36:480> Sachiel's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:31:41:867> Lodi relaxes slightly as he gives one final nod to Ralpheen. Lifting off back into the air with a few powerful winged note beats, the mighty Falcon sings into the ferment. Away across the silent horizon line its music now disappears. The only sound that is left is that of the tumbling rain, drizzling forth from the Second Violins cascading string plucking. With one final, slightly louder roll of distant Timpani thunder, the Orchestra finally falls quiet. Thus ends the Finale Section of this Symphonic composition. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:31:44:417> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:31:44:505> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:31:53:493> Lodi indicates for all the musicians to rise. Once they have, he too turns and faces the audience. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:31:54:346> The body of Wrathmaster Sliff appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:20:980> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:23:687> Lodi , taking the lead, performs a low and respectful bow before all present, with the Mhaldorian Philharmonic Orchestra mimicking him almost simultaneously. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:30:346> Sliff gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:35:838> Tirac rises from his seat and brings his hands together, applauding in approval. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:36:746> A muted clapping issues from Jurixe's gloved hands, grey eyes gleaming silver with admiration. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:37:127> Reine gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:37:592> Sachiel applauds Lodi heartily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:37:686> Sliff calls aloud abruptly. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:39:623> Sliff rubs his hands together greedily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:39:659> Sliff takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his torso. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:39:665> Sliff clenches his fists and grits his teeth. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:39:670> Sliff takes a drink from an oaken vial. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:39:674> Herenicus stands up and stretches his arms out wide. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:39:768> Sliff eats a kola nut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:40:192> Sliff touches a cloak tattoo. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:40:607> Arianrhod gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:40:653> Sliff takes a drink from an oaken vial. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:40:747> Reine beams broadly at Lodi. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:41:255> Sliff touches a mindseye tattoo. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:41:503> Nirrain gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:41:698> Prokin claps his hands together merrily. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:42:493> Amunet gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:43:345> Herenicus gives Lodi a wild cheer! 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:43:713> Sliff narrows his eyes and then blinks rapidly, several times. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:44:146> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:44:441> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:44:525> Kaevan gives up a round of applause. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:47:742> Sliff draws a deep, measured breath. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:49:751> Sliff takes a long drag off his pipe. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:50:001> Lodi clicks his fingers and the Mhunish musicians obediently file away through the portcullis. Their instruments, chairs and music stands are carted away soon after by a horde of lesser-slaves. Climbing down from the conductors podium to allow it to be carted away, Lodi nods his head in appreciation at all those present for attending. As the podium is removed, the air is filled with the sound of grinding gears and chains as the eastern portcullis closes. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:51:934> Sliff takes a drink from an oaken vial. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:54:959> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:59:230> Isis smiles softly. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:32:59:254> Sliff takes a drink from an oaken vial. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:01:560> Lodi says excitedly in a dry, age creaked voice, "Its been an honor to perform for you all!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:04:017> Sliff takes a drink from an oaken vial. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:09:220> Arianrhod's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:09:470> Lodi says graciously in a dry, age creaked voice, "Thank you all so so much for attending!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:10:281> Lodi says happily in a dry, age creaked voice, "Plus, we've all had a lot of fun in the process!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:16:163> Sliff takes a drink from an oaken vial. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:17:153> Sachiel smiles and says to Lodi in a quiet voice, "Bravo." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:17:252> Azor says something unintelligible. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:18:016> Isis says in a low, wispy voice, "Beautiful." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:18:987> Lodi says seriously in a dry, age creaked voice, "I do pray that we at the Ivory Institute for Fine Art, have at least dispelled a few miss-placed assumptions about how Mhaldor is a shallow, two dimensional culture." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:24:907> Lodi says proudly in a dry, age creaked voice, "Hopefully, you will agree with me that Mhaldorian high culture is at the very cutting edge of Sapience's arts world." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:39:953> Sachiel's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:41:851> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:44:439> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:44:561> Lodi says passionately in a dry, age creaked voice, "If you enjoyed both this and the current exhibition showing here, then spread the word about the I.I.F. A!" 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:50:236> Sir Tirac Vastel, Champion of the Blade says, "Very well done. Each of the movements was quite in depth." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:53:932> Lodi says gratefully in a dry, age creaked voice, "Thank you." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:33:57:006> Lodi bows respectfully to Tirac. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:06:738> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:08:774> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:13:037> Lodi says in a dry, age creaked voice, "It really was an honor to perform for you all." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:32:535> Reaching up, Jurixe pulls the hood of her cloak over her head in one smooth motion. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:41:391> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:44:488> 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:44:564> Herenicus nods his head at a Baalzadeen. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:51:187> Herenicus puts his hands on the Baalzadeen's accursed form and lovingly strokes its flesh. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:52:867> Herenicus puts his hands on the Baalzadeen's accursed form and lovingly strokes its flesh. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:54:973> Herenicus puts his hands on the Baalzadeen's accursed form and lovingly strokes its flesh. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:57:911> With an oddly gentle touch, Herenicus's Baalzadeen caresses his cheek with a finger, and they begin to slowly fade away. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:58:536> Azor says to Lodi with a gravelly Grook accent, "I liked the bit with the bird. " 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:34:58:880> Lodi says in a dry, age creaked voice, "There is still food up above." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:00:106> Isis gives the world a smart salute. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:07:202> Jurixe bows her head silently to all assembled, and departs. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:09:225> Lodi smiles and says in a dry, age creaked voice, "Please don't let it go to waist." 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:10:822> Jurixe opens the door to the up. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:10:964> Jurixe leaves to the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:11:364> Herenicus and his Baalzadeen fade out of view. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:13:562> You smirk at Azor. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:18:712> Prokin opens the door to the up. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:20:340> Prokin doffs his hat cordially. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:22:547> Prokin leaves to the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:24:596> With a flourish of his arm, Tirac bows deeply. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:26:694> Lodi grins mischievously at Azor. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:26:938> Azor opens the door to the up. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:30:524> Azor leaves to the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:30:597> Tirac opens the door to the up. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:31:524> Tirac, riding an ashen peryton, leaves to the up. The door to the up slams shut. 4616h, 2694m CXEK||HeSFT - <20:35:31:643> Anke congratulates Lodi with some wild clapping.