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The growth path of young Franiel, on the high peaks of Mt El’okram (Duane, Alienor).

On the high peaks of Mt El’okram, Franiel’s journey begins when he is sent on a mission to engrave a chalice with sacred words on a sealed scroll. Unbeknownst to him, Franiel is the chosen successor of the old abbot, who passed away recently. With the chalice in hand, Franiel meets Léonard, an alchemist who steals the chalice for safekeeping, leading to an unexpected turn of events.

Franiel finds shelter with Phoebe Chesterhope, a master thief who trains him, but disappears on a dangerous mission. As Franiel continues his journey, he encounters Léonard again, who teaches him about the chalice’s powers and his true destiny. With the chalice’s self-protective cloaking power activated, Franiel is temporarily relieved of his burden.

Now, Franiel is ready to claim his rightful place as the chosen successor of the old abbot and become the guardian of the sacred chalice. However, danger is always lurking around the corner, and Franiel must rely on his newfound allies to help him succeed. Will he be ready to face the challenges ahead?

So the Story goes...

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  • in Reply To: Strings of Nines #2640

    New Venice, October 2117

    Now, where were we? Midora suddenly felt that the need for an agenda was called for. Spread out in front of her were a few collages and some balls of energy from all the links and connections she had found in the stories of her ancestors and gathered so far.

    Since her fathers Oscar and Bart had adopted the twins Hari and Jacq, her usually tidy room had been a mess. Fortunately, the adoption was almost complete, and in a mere week, the twins would then be able to choose another family, which they made clear they intended to do. She felt so appreciative that adoption was no longer bound by traditional laws of responsibility of the parents and ridden by culpability; instead, it was a healthier cooperation between the parents and children, and children were free to go with other families if they felt the desire for a different experience.
    When they’d adopted Hari and Jacq, Bart and Oscar had wanted for a continuation of the experience of bringing up children, which they did not have for a long time with Midora, as she was quite independent from an early age. And in truth, Jacq and Hari were very interactive and playful, and to be perfectly honest, quite a handful; in a few weeks, the apartment would surely seem deserted and empty.

    So, during that time, Midora’s researches on the stories had been put to a halt, and a lots of her energy balls which were usually neatly ordered on her lightboard were now merged for some, changed of forms for others… all thanks to her half-bros. She barely knew were to start to get a better view of it now.

    Let me see… there were a few threads going on there, and all we need is untangle some of them…

    She’d had fun reconnecting with the “Island of Dr Transvestite” theme, but now she found out, her favorite characters Shar and Glor, were now disembodied, stranded in transition, and perhaps waiting to be reborn to a nine-titted alien in the Worseversity after failed attempts of channeling. So far, no signs of developments for them though.

    As far as the Ooh-dimension was concerned, the shift of Vowellness was probably complete, and she couldn’t find anything new being published by Ms Tattler in all now probable directions she was looking into. She was of course ignoring the disrupted echoes from the Jumbled Eights thread, which were probably the brainstorming board of ideas of the writer, which she had the greatest difficulty to follow (she wondered if even the writer could).

    Her own thread and the details of the history of the Wrick family was always sketchy and full of holes; she’d attempted at learning more about the elusive Becky , but she kept blinking in and out of continuity, too quickly for her to follow her anywhere in her explorations.

    Oh, and the Alienor dimension was still going on, though most of its development wasn’t yet showing up. What had happened of Arona, Franiel, Irtak’s father, the gripshawk? And now that Malvina was gone too… She’d found Mrs Chesterhope after her strange amnesiac shapeshifting accident however; and that was encouraging.

    So strange, all of these characters are so alive, she thought fondly, and yet none of them seem motivated enough to project themselves out with force and steadiness into her energy balls which still had a sort of blurriness and haphazardness to them.

    She made the intent to project more energy in the direction of stabilizing the currents of the strands of stories, and the energy balls’ colors started to shimmer lightly. That was certainly the way to go. Which one would be the most alluring to explore and follow?

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