The realization that this specter was a servant of the spider made Aleis recoil some.  He tightened his jaw and largely remained silent.  Even the spider once may have had virtue.  This priestess clearly had been horrified by her actions.  "What happened to you after you wove your magic?"  He asked simply, trying to come at this from a more empathic angle.

"We were caught in a Crossfire several fiends in their early incursion came at us before creating the blight that rests here to this day"

she is shedding ethereal tears

Arminna mentally chastised herself.  Because Kyariniel was a ghost, it was throwing her reactions off.  Arminna took a deep breath and asked, "Kyariniel, is there anything we can do to help you?"

"Can you tell me WHY? Do you know? Why did this happen?" She sobs...

The male looked back and forth from the collective of females, then sighed.  If they weren't go to tell her, he would.  He found her undead nature abhorrent, but containable if needed.  "Your goddess betrayed us all.  We now put our faith in other places while we mend her treachery.  She intended to aspire to greater power and warred with the other gods, and was thankfully defeated before her treachery consumed all elf kind.  Her daughter stands to mend that very deceit, and welcomes our kind into her embrace."  Aleis hesitated for a moment, then kept his disparaging thoughts of outright faith to himself.

she turns hysterical  "It cannot be the lady of Destiny would not do such a thing it must be part of some grand plan!" She crys out desperately...

"We may never know, Kyariniel," Arminna said to her.  "Betrayal is one of the hardest things to understand.  Most of the time, the best we can do is work to keep it from happening again."

"It cannot be" she says desperately

"I was a priestess of the lady of destiny, of the weaver..."

she does not seem like she will see reason on this issue, then again shes had tens of millenia to come to terms with it...

So, it seemed, they were to nurse the psyche of a tormented soul.  On the one hand, Aleis did pity her, but on the other matters of faith and religion were not his strongest area.  That meant either relying on someone else, which Aleis was even worst at, or making things up.  Not his worst area.  "All things have the potential for change.  People.  Places.  Even deities.  The Weaver grew a hunger for power, which nearly destroyed her in the end.  Our kind fell with her, but the Weaver's daughter embraces those who would some day return to our old faiths.  Perhaps you could help to bring such a revelation about, if your faith remains noble in nature."

continues sobbing "She loved power this much?" Demands sobbingly...

"All arond me I saw death and devastation... and never understood why whhy would my goddess betray me?"

Another spiders comes in... Meeka's able to slay it but gets poisoned terminally first... HEr inventory is now yours for the taking.

ghost sobs seeing this and sighs

"Even if... your right... what Can I do? So my goddes... betrayed me, what then what am I to do?"
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"Your heart is true, Kyariniel," Arminna replies.  "Lady Silverhair would surely welcome you to her service."

Blinks "eilistraee? But she... all I remember of her is a young emergant goddess of the hunt and a helper to lady Sehanine.

Aleis raised his eyebrow.  "You legitimately know none of it?  How our people fell and the Maiden seeks to redeem us to the rest of elfkind?"  The male asked, eyeing the spirit.  Hard to imagine that the specter was from a time when gods were young.  Harder still to imagine that she had been haunting this spot, undisturbed, for so long as well.  "Have we a tale or two we aught to tell you of our people...."

She sighs as she hears it all... "Perhaps... Perhaps you are right... I have been in this spot far too long and I do long for peace... the eternal peace of death"

Arminna opens her arms and smiles to Kyariniel.  "Then let go of your guilt, and set yourself free by embracing the love of the Dark Maiden."

She smiles blissfulyy for a second then says "Yes... sweet Eilistraee, I am yours..." and she vanishes into motes of silver and onyx light.

Arminna watched Kyariniel disappear, then quickly moved to Meeka's side.  Barely finding life in her friend, she cast healing spells to stabilize her.  "She's alive, but she needs more help than I can give her.  We're going to have to return to Svartheim."

Taking a short break to catch her breath, she turned to Aleis.  "You did well with Kyariniel, Aleis.  Thank you. "

ok once you return home their able to tend Meeka, but she's transferred to a teaching position, sighingly stating this is not her destiny, and leaving her sword of the planes with you.

you also recieve word of a disturbing incident in a village a ways out...
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Arminna sadly bids farewell to her good friend Meeka, knowing that it will be good for the warrior-mage to take some time off to recover.  Knowing that it they may have to head out at anytime, she recommends that they take some time to resupply.  As they work their way through the town, Arminna decides to get a cloak.

Once they're done with their purchases they head out for the village in question, with Arminna attaching her insignia of Subcommander to her new cloak.  While they walk, she asks Aleis "So, what do you think of Svartheim?"

Jhaelnya is awed "Its as beautiful and Splendid as I remember it, I still prefer the comotopolitan life of Sigil the unique culture there, ... but coming HOME is wonderful even if this is just a short visit its where my Soul will spend eternity after all" sighs...

"I think we should ask... If theirs anything We could be of use on, I've accumulated much lore in the outside multiverse that could be of great use." she advises...

Armianna as she performs the Evening song this night hears a melody of song


An innocent perpetruator an untold story, virtues devoured....

You have one with you who has answers.

Arminna hears the new melody and stops her evensong, trying to catch what she can.  After which, she begins a more intense and direct series of prayers to get more insight.

any specific questions she wants to ask on the commune?

I would presume questions like "Who is it?" and "What is the story?"