As soon as Tageru yields, Tashalmira stops her cutlass a hair's breadth short from piercing Tageru's body. She lowers her weapon and steps back when Lasuri intervenes, and sheaths the quintessence blade into a fold in her wind-and-water robes, where it seems to disappear from vision.

"I am satisfied enough," she says, and gazes down at the ex-monk. "You still lasted longer than I would have thought. But realize this, should you cross me again, and forget your respectfulness in my domain, I and my court will not stop to slay you and everyone you travel with. And if I hear you have harassed or harmed my sister-kin injustly, I WILL hear of it, and I WILL hunt you down."

"Lasuri Leomaris." The blazing orbs that are her eyes focus on the Captain of the Spring Dryad II. "I will leave the rest to you. Make sure the lesson is learned, or keep better company."

And Tashalmira turns to step away from the center of the deck, just as suddenly disinterested in Tageru and her recent victory over him. She steps off the edge of the Dryad, crossing over air to reach the Black Marlena and invite herself onto the deck. The storm mother stands facing the courier ship's helm, where Cinna -- still looking somewhat shaken from when Tashalmira suggested her harm -- takes another step closer to her captain.

"I am interested in what you spoke earlier," Tashalmira addresses Zeru. "I am pleased by the sound of woodwind. Give me a reason why I shall show the Lintha my wrath... if you can."

"I will do what I can dear Storm Mother." Zeru says with a respectful bow. During this bow he reaches into his pocket and removes the flute in a smooth mercurial motion. He brings the flute to his lips as he rises in a similarly smooth motion.

As he begins to play he follows the course of a storm, starting out with slow easy notes that almost mimic the trickling of water from the skies. His eyes close as he takes in his surroundings. The slow trickle begins to pick up tempo just as the rain worsens, and intermittantly he plays long low notes to bring the strength of the wind into the melody of storms. By the end of the song the notes are as fast as the fiercest rain, the wind lovingly howling from the ends of the flute, his legs move in harmony with the ship to bring the ferocity of the currents and eddies. From this monster of a storm the song lightens significantly just as the sun eventually breaks the cloud cover. He finishes bringing everything back to a single note.

As he finishes he is out of breath, and slightly off balance.
[Private to Storyteller: 11:45, Today: Peleps Zeru rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the White Wolf Exalted system with a target of 7 with rolls of 6,1,8,6,9,6,2. Performing for Tamalshira.
I hope my stunt will modify this. *Puppydog Eyes*]

Jadira waits for Tashalmira to step away before moving to attend Tageru's wounds. She isn't terribly pleased by the situation, but so long as he is on the vessel he is still part of the crew, and she isn't one to refuse help to someone who has already backed down from hostilities.

At least the storm has stopped, she thinks, looking on the brighter side of things. And the duel went quickly.

"Lie back," she says to Tageru, and directs another of her crewmen to bring her medical tools and a flask of alcohol. "I will need to sew up and bandage this, Tageru, so if you can stay still... I can't make this less painful, unless you'd rather I use some sleeping draught."

Jadira pauses again, to see if he will require sedation or outright refuse her aid.
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The Captain bows his head towards the Storm Mother, and sheathes his sword as he places a hand to his heart. "I've told of my utmost respect of the laws of the Seas. On my honor, I'll see to it, Storm Mother Tashalmira. And thank you for allowing my crew to restore honor. Your gesture will not be forgotten."

Tashalmira listens closely to the flute song. Even the rain stops, and the wind is a faint, gentle breeze as her senses focus intently on the composition. When the last note fades into silence, Cinna holds onto Zeru's arm.

The storm mother takes her time giving her verdict, crossing her arms over her breastplate. Finally she says slowly, "It is a good song. And you have talent. Practice more, and one day I may hear your flute again. And daughter of Vencia," she adds, glancing at the redhead near Zeru, "one day, I expect you to be worthy of your pedigree." [Private to Peleps Zeru: Your stunt got you 1 more success. It's good enough so that she won't get angry, but not enough to significantly impress her either. You're still on her good side in terms of her impression of you though. ;)]

Tashalmira says nothing more of the Lintha, rising up from the deck so that she hovers several feet above the Black Marlena. She floats backward until she is facing both the Dryad and Marlena at a distance of several yards, buoyed by a whirlwind that sets her pale hair whipping about and the skirt of her vestments rippling like storm-tossed waves.

Her final reply to Lasuri is a sharp nod. "To forget would be the worst crime of all. Remember... we are watching." The humanoid form of Tashalmira continues to rise, and the winds wreathing her continue to swirl. The clouds extend tendrils downward to embrace her body, drawn into the vortex that surrounds her, until finally she disappears in a blink of blue-grey Essence. [Private to Cynis Tageru; Isole Kareth: Assuming you're still using spirit sight, you don't see a trace of Tashalmira; it's likely she's retired to her spirit sanctum. As for the air and water elementals watching, they have withdrawn to a safe distance, and lessened in number, but there are still a few keeping an eye on the Alliance ships.]

The sky is still overcast, but the storm is over and the way out of the rocky ravine is clear. If the sailors hurry things along, they'll still make it to the location of the Seven-Day Island.

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OOC: There, done with this. We'll move on as soon as I see people are ready to. [Private to Lasuri Leomaris; Peleps Zeru: to increase speed I'd recommend having Jadira use her wind calling spell, and asking Marlena to use Landscape Travel.]
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"Thank you great Storm Mother, I eagerly await the day when next you can provide me a challenge or an audience." Zeru says with a bow. "Do we have time yet to make our Sundown deadline Cap'n? I don't mind making a mad dash if Lady Marlena doesn't."

Kiana paid rapt attention to the duel, and the movements of the Storm Mother would not be forgotten--not at all.  Instead, the motions and fighting style used were memorized as quickly as possible: The Storm Mothers might not have completely similar fighting styles, but it would be folly to allow such a study go without proper attention.

As Cynis fell, Kiana quickly joined Jadira at his side, evalutating the damage as well, and offering whatever help she might need to start the mending process immidiately.

"You fought well, Cynis."  She said, knowing full well he fought at a disadvantager, as his dedication to the arts did not involve such barbaric swords.  "But we might need to work on your rapport a bit."  Was that a joke?  It was the closest thing Kiana could produce.  And though her attention was honed in on Cynis and Jadira, she couldn't help but hear Zeru's songs, or the words of both the captian and the Storm Mother.

Hopefully this wasteful ordeal wouldn't prevent them from reaching the island in time.

After seeing the Storm Mother leave, Kareth turns to talk to Lasuri, who he had not strayed far from during the duel.  "The goddes is completely gone.  It would seem that we can still make our destination in time, Captain.  However, have you given any thought to which of us are going to get ourselves eaten by the behemoth.  With our monk wounded, our fighting capacity is deminished.  What skills are you anticipating will be needed."  It was clear that Kareth did not think highly of the job itself but like always, Kareth was soldier.  He would follow orders.

Tageru looks at Jadira and Kiana and manages a smile, a little blood coming out of his mouth "Thank you, my ladies. But no help is necessary. Sextes Jylis will heal me, worry not. But I appreciate your offer."

He gets up on his feet, grits his teeth and performs a quick series of strikes on his own body, and a green glow envelops him in an instant, and soon his wounds start to close, and the blood trickle from his wound gets smaller and smaller until the bleeding stops entirely.

He looks at the young Earth Aspect "You're probably right, miss Kiana. I guess there's still a lot for me to learn. I just hope the next lesson is not as painful as this one." The monk raises an eyebrow at the girl, and there might be a bit of a jest in his gesture, but it may also be unintentional.

Tageru bows his head and turns to the rest of the crew: "I... I guess I should apologize to you all. I didn't mean to insult the storm mother, and I didn't mean to incur her wrath upon us. Had I not spoken, we might have gone through the storm unharmed, but I acted rashly and my actions were uninformed. I am sorry if I have caused any harm and stress, and I am truly sorry if I have brought dishonor upon our alliance. I did not mean it to be so, and I assure you that all I did was with the intention of making this ship safe. Please forgive me..."

The Wood Aspect looks as always, his face like chiseled from marble, but there is something in his green eyes, something that makes him look...different. It's obvious that he's at least a bit sad, and there might be other emotions there too, behind his stone-cold face, but it's still more emotion than the monk has shown in the last few months that the crew has known him.

Jadira stands up when Tageru does, watching the results of his Wood Dragon kata with mild interest. "That's a convenient and hard won power," she remarks; "I never had the right attitude for the Cloister." She apologizes to her crewman for sending him all the way to sickbay with the medical supplies, deciding to keep them close at hand for the meantime in case they ran into further trouble with the Island.

"Well... er..." The armswoman rubs the back of her head after listening to Tageru's apology. "I'm glad we're out of the whole situation safely, at least for now. It could've been a big mess but you took a hit for the team, and you didn't get yourself killed. Better than plenty of folks would've done in your place."

"It's up to the Captain to give the final verdict, though. But you might want to ask yourself whether this is your kind of group. We're not as heavy handed as the Immaculate Order apparently was, and we don't lord over our superiority because our blood Exalted us. The Alliance is a minority Outcaste group, we don't have the might of the Realm behind us any more. That means being diplomatic whenever we can, because not only do we want to play nice with potential allies, it's the smart thing to do while we're just a couple ships strong."

She pats Tageru on the arm, and walks off toward the bow of the ship so Lasuri can speak his mind. While that occurs she starts to prepare herself mentally to shape her wind-calling spell.

Kiana offers Cynis a rare smile, and a strange look as he apparently pounded himself into good health.  Certainly a strange ability, but she could not argue the results.  "If that isn't a blessing only received by the children of Sextes Jylis, my large friend, you will have to show me that one day."  She said, going quiet as Jadira spoke her piece about his place with the alliance.  It was a stupid move, make no doubt, but Kiana honestly felt that Cynis had meant no harm--he simply wasn't very good at expressing himself accurately.  Which meant, in her opinion, that he should keep his words still until he could channel them properly.

Even so, her ears were ever vigilant, and she heard what Kareth said to the Captain.  She got up and shared a few words with her crew, essentially summing up a 'At ease' and 'Back to your normal duties', she approached the two of them.

"Beg your pardon, Captain, but I've been thinking about that.  If the island is indeed an Earth Spirit, then I may be a preferred choice for the boarding team, given my abilities."  Given her being an Earth Dragon, of course, and being of course that whatever was in that island, odds were Kiana could take it--or, barring a victory, she certainly wouldn't fall to it.

"Allright, people, we've lost enough time! If we're to make the deadline we've set for ourselves, we've got to double the work and push on! Miss Thornbloom, I'm afraid we'll need your help to pull this one off. If you wouldn't mind helping us with the winds, I think we'll need that assistance to get where we needed to in a timely fashion. Allright people, quit gawking and get to it!" Lasuri claps his hands together, then approaches the group of Exalts while rubbing the back of his neck. He does not look as somber as he did a moment ago, but it is clear that something bothers the Captain.

Looking up, Lasuri nods towards the others, taking to answer Kareth and Kiana's questions first. "Well, first things first, it'll all depend on if we can get the spirit to open its mouth and keep it open for us to actually get our stuff done. As for who should go... It's hard to judge from here, since there's other parameters that might factor in - the island might have its own conditions, or might only allow some things and not others. So until we know, we'll have to keep the plan fluid. But the main idea is, 'we'll bring in as many people as we can bring in there'. Mostly because the Lintha are not going to kick back and do nothing. We've got to get this thing before they do, and we can't afford to take chances because we can't afford to fail."

Rubbing his forehead for a moment, Lasuri finally turns towards Tageru, leaning back against the railing and folding his arms across his chest. "That particular matter has been brought to its conclusion through duel. I can't reopen the matter, Mister Tageru. But there's a lesson in there. I'm not going to go on preaching forever here, because it's all stuff I've said before. But at the core, we can't strong-arm our way through things here. We're not trying to topple the West, or trying to sit at the top of the pyramid. We're trying to build a free nation, one that can co-exist with the other nations here. One that can fight against those who would threaten the West. But if we're to do that, we have to not only understand how things work here, but also respect them. If anybody is to think of remaining among us, to stay under the Alliance flag and fight with us, they should remember that, at all times."

"The other thing to remember is that no matter what, we're not alone anymore. By joining under a symbol, as a group, we all become related, for better or worse. If I take the Dryad and plunder some merchant ships, I'll be labeled a pirate. I might think it's fine and good, because it's me. But then if Mister Zeru encounters the Navy, and he's sailing the same flag as I, he'll be labeled a pirate too. Maybe he didn't want to be labeled as that. Maybe he didn't want that association. But because of my selfish actions, now he's stuck with it, so he either has to deal or leave, both of which are regrettable."

"Do you understand what I mean, people? Everything you do, every word you say, every act you decide on, you should always think of as not only being your own, but also belonging to everyone besides you. Think long and hard about whether the other people around you would want to be caught with the consequences of what you are about to do. Even better, ask them, and plan with them. That's what it means to sail together, plain and simple."

He nods to the wounded monk, stepping back up from the railing and clasping him on the shoulder before walking back towards the wheel. "You think about that, Mister Tageru. And think if that's the life you want to be a part of, and if those are things you can live with. If not, no harm done, we won't have any hard feelings and part ways. If so... Then let what happened be a life  lesson - you'll have your place among us, if you go in the same direction as us."

The Captain walks towards the wheel, and calls out one more time. "Allright, people, get on to it! We're already late, so let's blow this joint!"

"You're right, captain, I know that. And I assure you, I meant no harm to either the Alliance or its honor. I hope there will be no more trouble with the Storm Mother now that she's had her duel. I didn't want to insult anyone, it's just... It's hard having one life and then losing it and living a completely different one. And it's not something I've asked for, nor something I especially wanted, but something I have to do. I have reasons for leaving the Order and joining the Alliance, and I think those reasons are good and just, but I am still new to this, to the West and its traditions, so I can occasionally make a mistake or two... I am still a loyal warrior and a helping hand, if you would want me on board, and I promise I will try to learn more about the life on the seas, so that situations like these will not arise again on my behalf. If that's not good enough... Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd just drop me off at some larger port and I wish you all the best of luck. But I hope we can move past this incident, and continue to be allies and friends."

The monk bows to the captain and turns to the young Earth Aspect:
"Perhaps, one day I can teach you the forms. It does not come easy to those that aren't of the right aspect, and it's called Begging the Dragons, but with a lot of will and discipline it can be done. I would be honored to teach such a warrior, but I think that you should first finish learning your own style. It's bad for the balance of the soul to try and learn more than one Dragon Style at once, so I would not advise it. But, some day, if Fate lets us live that long, we can train and I can show you some basic katas of the Wood Dragon Style."

As soon as the Captain calls for a departure, the crew responds immediately and efficiently, preparing the Dryad to set sail again. With the storm over, they can afford to go full sail, with Jadira's summoned winds propelling them along.

Marlena, descending from the bow of her courier ship, looks irritable as usual (it's hard to tell, really; she rarely ever looks happy.) "What a show-off," the raven-feathered spirit mumbles, but doesn't dare say anything else while she and her crew remain in Tashalmira's domain. "Zeru, let's do this. I'll pick up the speed, no little wind elemental is going to beat me at that game!" She eyes the Dryad, where Jadira is completing her spell, and smirks.

From here on it is smooth sailing: there are no further obstacles in the water. The crews of both the Dryad and the Marlena can take turns going below deck to change into non-soaked clothing, while the others tend to deck duties.

After half an hour, the ships reach the rendezvous point Hirdu gave, at least according to Lasuri's navigational skills. The sun is glittering on the horizon. There is nothing to be seen for miles except deep blue sea. Neither the Hirdu's Ambition nor the Falchion were able to catch up to the Dragon-Blooded sailors.

Compared to sailing through a storm and treacherous rocks and dueling angry goddesses, it almost seems too quiet.

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OOC: This is a new scene so any scene long charms that were in effect have to be renewed. Set up how you'll attract Rakatau's attention, either working together or individually praying or performing. The roll will be Charisma+Performance when you're ready. Or you can roll Int+Occult to see if you can get any last minute insights on what to do.

[Private to Isole Kareth; Kiana White-Fist: Originally I would have had Hirdu read one of the poems you two sent. But instead he just HAD to be a bad sailor and get left behind. ;) So instead I don't mind if one or both of you decide to recite what you wrote.]

As the ships approached the target point, Kareth decided he should mention something to Zeru.  Fortunately for the rest of the crew, this meant yelling across the gap to the captain so everyone could hear what was being said.  "Captain Zeru.  I believe I recall a poem from my days in the academy which might be of use to you in waking the behemoth.  I have little skill beyond the minimum that I was required to learn with performances, but should you find someone to assist you with the matter, I have written the poem down and is at your disposal."  With that, Kareth held up a piece of paper.  Those with the sharpest of vision would read these words inscribed on it:

"On the seventh day it became a shore
On the Weeksend he came ashore
He sought a treasure which was not his own
He found a place he made his eternal home
His ending made at Twilight’s final place
Let those who come not fail to seek its grace

Brings the night, does the behemoth Rakatau."

OCC:  I'm having too much trouble trying to come up with a reason for the sullen mechanic to just burst out into poetry recitations when there are others who are actually more skilled at such a thing.  Anyone who wants to use it, feel free.
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"How about this," Jadira suggests, walking up to Kareth and Zeru. "I can read the poem. I have a good, strong voice, and I learned quite a bit about dealing with spirits in the Heptagram. Of course, it was more to combat and bind them than to make nice, but... well, that's all in the past now."

She takes the piece of paper from Kareth and scans through it, reading it under her breath once or twice. "This has a good rhythm to it. I think I can make it work. I can recite while Zeru plays his flute."

"Now if only we had a proper offering... It won't be so easy without one." Jadira closes her eyes a moment, trying to remember what Hirdu said before they left Auragik. "Maybe the song itself would work as an offering? Hirdu said that Rakatau is fond of music with odd time signatures, 3, 5, or 7 notes per measure. Also, he said something about 'unusual gifts'... but my mind's drawing a blank. We don't really have any unusual artifacts left. At least none I can think of sparing."

Kiana was leaning against the rail as they made their way toward the meeting place.  After dealing with the Storm Mother, it had been smooth sailing.  While that was fine, their 'escort' had fallen behind--not exactly a good thing, seeing as the other Captain was the expert regarding the Island.  Still, they were here, and as Sunset would come, it would be trial by fire.

There was very little she could do now, as most of her crew was helping prepare for the appearance of the island, and she herself was very little use in the actual sailing of the vessel...a problem she would have to fix at some point.  If she were to seriously apply her knowledge of combat and warfare to the best of her abilities for the Alliance, it would require her to further increase her knowledge of the seas and the ships that rode her unfathomable waves.  Leaning as she was, however, she heard the commotion with Kareth and his poem...and after hearing Jadira, the idea of an offering came to mind.  There was very little on the ship of value, especially to an island, but perhaps...

"...Perhaps I might be able to offer the island something?"  She said quietly, turning from the rail and looking to Jadira.  A pale hand caught a string of jet black hair (which fell well past her shoulders) and twiddled with the dark silken lock.  "On the Crimson Isles, as well as many other places within and without the Realm, a Woman's hair is her pride.  A status symbol, too, of elegance and proper upbringing."  She paused, thinking.

"I am the first...and last...of my Father's lineage.  He created and mastered a Variant of Earth Dragon style that only -I- know, so I am also the last bearer of an exotic martial art.  If the Earth Spirit enjoys rare things that end, perhaps he would find my locks pleasing?"  Though she didn't notice, she was braiding stray strands together as she spoke, perhaps out of simple show of the 'goods' she offered.

"Then again, it might be silly to offer him such a thing...but I am a daughter of the Earth, so perhaps something I cherish, but willingly give, will attract him?"

Kareth turns his thoughts to problem of a sacrifice and finally comes up with a solution he poses to the first mate for her scrutiny.  "From my understanding of it, the events of an objects life can define its character.  Perhaps a blade forged by a demon blood which has tasted combat with a storm mother would be sufficiently unusual to garner the attention of the isle.  Especially if it managed to taste the blood of a Terrestrial Exalt," he says in his typically depressing tones.
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"Wow. Those are both great ideas!" Jadira says, her eyes actually widening in surprise. She'd been prepared to just do the ritual as is, regardless of what happens. "Y'know, there's no reason we can't do both. Both the lock of hair and the sword resemble an ending and a sacrifice, in their own ways."

"Though, I think we could make a case for the sword as a sacrifice, even alone... I mean... I don't want to require you to chop some of your pretty hair off, Kiana. I'm just suggesting because we could use all the help we can get. But I'll leave it up to you." The brunette nods sympathetically to the younger woman. It could take years and a lot of care to grow it out again in such a lustrous and healthy state, after all.

"Anyway, would any of you be willing to present the sword... and possibly the hair... as a gift, after the poem and the song are done? It could be the 'finale' of our little ritual."

"See, that's why it usually pays off to let the people who know what they're doing to handle the business they're good at." Lasuri chimes in, stepping closer to the group wile dusting off his coat. The Captain has been away taking care of the Dryad's sailing and the preparations for their shore leave, and as such seems to have been occupied for a while. Now that their journey reaches its conclusion, however, he emerges again, obviously approving of the ideas the group has managed to come up with.

"In any case, I think this all might work out. Though uh... Like I said, it's not my area of expertise. So we'll play reverse for the time of this ritual, allright? You all be the Captains and I'll be the mate here. I'm not so great at performance and whatnot, but I'll do what I'm instructed to do and I'll try my best to support your plan." He scratches the back of his neck, regarding the others in turn.

"Just don't cast me in the starring role, and we should do fine."

Zeru does what is necessary to make his way aboard the Dryad. Once there he rendezvous with Jadira and the rest of the group. "Peleps Zeru flautist, reporting for duty." He says with a wry smile. "Would you mind I looked at the poem which Mr. Kareth managed to procure?" If given to him he reads it over. "I'm not sure if it's been decided already but could we get a chorus of people to recite it, would that do anything?"

"We could have my crew recite along with me. I can lead the recital. The only problem is needing to copy it all down for everyone to read together." Jadira looks down at the poem on the paper again, once Zeru is done with it. "Anyone good at penmanship? We'll make a copy for every three. That'll be --" she counts mentally "-- six of 'em. Let's do this quickly and get ourselves organized."

"You," she points to one of the men manning the starboard catapult, "get us some paper and pen from the navigation room. The rest of you, come and gather up near the foredeck. Those who can't read, I expect to help those who can."

"And you..." Jadira points to Lasuri with a wink. "Sit back and watch our awesome teamwork. Think you can handle that?"

"Now I think that we'll start like this. We'll have Zeru lead in with a lovely flute prelude. Then, after the music's had some time to settle in, I'll start leading the recital of the poem. Once that's done, then Kiana and Kareth can present the gifts. Then Zeru finishes off his flute performance, and we wait and cross her fingers. Sound good?"

Once the first mate gets her pen and paper she starts tearing the paper into pieces and copying the poem in hurried but legible script.

(OOC: Jadira herself has Linguistics 3... that's probably enough but if anyone else wants to help they can.)

Kiana thought about what Jadira said, but after a moment she simply nodded.  Yes, there might not be a need for her to offer lengths of her hair, but given how powerful the Lintha would be with that Artifact...frankly, she didn't feel comfortable not taking the chance.  If it helped, even a little bit, then she would do it.  It was only hair, after all--it would grow back.

She braided her hair quickly (to both get it out of the way, and to make it easier to cut) and then joined Jadira with the writing the lyrics of the poem.  Her hand-writing was a good deal more readable, but she was unable to write with the same speed as Jadira--writing, for her, was taught more as an art than a suitable means to trade or work, so while she was able to speed it up a good deal, she would only have two done by the time Jadira was finished with the other four.  A help, but not exactly the quickest--and if anyone could go faster, she would certainly let them take the task over.

"That sounds like a proper concert, Jadira."  She said.  "It sounds so lovely, in fact, I fear we may well be under dressed."  She said with a small smile.

Jadira and Kiana complete the copies of the poem, and the crew uses what little time they have remaining to memorize and practice the recital under the first mate's tutelage. Some of them grouse a little -- they hadn't joined the Cobalt Alliance for a literature lesson, after all -- but are quickly reminded that the secret Rakatau holds could lead to a West overrun by the Lintha.

Now the sun is dipping beneath the watery horizon, scattering shimmering rays of light across the ocean, making the gentle wave-caps sparkle in shades of topaz. Where the sky meets the sea, the clouds are aflame with orange and rosy hues, darkening toward a dusky blue where the descending sun's light does not reach.

As the curtain closes on the daytime hours, the time comes for the Seven-Day Island to be summoned. The participants take their places, and the ritual begins...

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OOC: Ok, start doing your stunts. :) Zeru does his flute, Jadira the chanting with the crew, Kiana and Kareth the gift giving. You don't necessarily have to do it in order though in this case it may make more logical sense to do so. after everyone involved posts I'll judge stunts, make the calculations (including subtracting an appropriate Resources value for the gifts from the difficulty) to determine the effect.
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Peleps Zeru raises the flute to his lips, his mind racing at the challenge and the faith that have been placed in him. Rakatau is a fan of endings, so the beginning should be fairly straightforward. Moving at a time signature of 3/4 Zeru begins playing as if he was playing a waltz. This steady beat should be perfect for the chanting of the crew.

He continues this way until the recital is finished, then he picks up the pace into a 5/4 time signature. This quickens the pace to hopefully get the blood pumping for Isole Kareth and Kiana to make their sacrifices to the island god.

Towards the finale Zeru picks up the pace once more, jumping from 5/4 to 9/8. He plays quickly his fingers moving as fast as blurs, giving himself barely time to breathe.

[Private to Storyteller: Just the straight dice and the bonus from the flute.
15:56, Today: Peleps Zeru rolled 3 successes using 8d10 with the White Wolf Exalted system with a target of 7 with rolls of 6,2,6,7,1,1,10,4. Playing for Rakatau. ]