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Initial upload. PRC8 has been added. Module compiles, PRC's default AI & treasure scripts have been integrated. Started work on top hak for SLA / Ability / Scripting modifications.
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"0": "They could hear Milil's temple well before they could see it. Felis tightened his grip on S'ayad'i's shoulders and murmured, \"Don't worry, it'll be all right.\" She only smiled. The sound was beautiful. It was nearly noon, so what they were hearing was the voice of every priest of Milil, raised in song.\n They walked into the temple, and the sound threatened to overwhelm them. They stood just inside the main chapel until the Noonsong was finished. A smaller group of priests continued to sing, but their song was quieter. S'ayad'i indicated a chair to Felis. \"I must go from here alone. Wait here for me, please.\"\n Felis nodded, kissed her cheek, and sat down. She walked toward the altar, where the high priest was completing the noon worship ceremonies. He turned, and saw her.\n \"Good day, m'lady bard,\" he greeted her, descending the altar stairs. She bowed to the priest, and sketched a reverent gesture toward the altar. \"I beg a word with you,\" she said softly. The priest nodded, and ushered her into a side alcove.\n S'ayad'i looked earnestly up into the priest's face. \"I must speak with my Lord Milil -- to beg his intervention in...a matter.\"\n The priest frowned slightly. \"I know that you were a companion of Milil's during the Times of Trouble, m'lady. He may well answer your call. But the gods are no longer free to walk the earth at will. There will be a price.\"\n S'ayad'i nodded, and the ghost of a smile played around her lips. \"I know, but I have summoned no gods since the Troubled Times, my friend. What might the price be?\"\n The priest considered for a moment. \"For you, m'lady? It would depend on the nature of your request, of course, but I suspect it will have something to do with that silver-bells voice of yours. He may demand that you join our ranks - truly, not so terrible a cost.\" The priest smiled, then sobered. \"Or it is possible that he may take your voice entirely.\"\n S'ayad'i blanched and raised a hand to her throat. The priest continued, \"Consider carefully. Is your request worth such a price?\" She did not answer immediately. Instead, she turned to look at Felis, half-hidden by the latticework of the alcove wall. He was watching the alcove, having seen her enter. The look of love and concern she saw in his eyes strengthened her resolve. \"Aye,\" she breathed. \"Full worth any price.\"\n \"Follow me, then.\" The priest led her into a smaller, private chapel, and instructed her to kneel before its altar. He stood behind her. \"I will only sing the song of summoning,\" he warned. \"I cannot promise that Milil will come.\" She nodded wordlessly, and he began. If her voice was the chiming of silver bells, then his was the warmth of a cello, deep and soothing. She wondered idly what they would sound like as a duet, and then relaxed into the song.\n A long time later -- minutes? hours? -- the room was filled with the echo of a song, and the voice that sang was more beautiful than anything earthly. S'ayad'i's eyes filled with tears as she recognized the voice. \"My Lord,\" she whispered, not daring to look up at the altar. There was a rush of wind, and Milil answered, \"S'ayad'i. I have not forgotten thee. Come to me.\"\n She stood and walked to the altar, where Milil stood. He saw her silver tiara with its green jewel, smiled, and reached to touch the gem. \"Thou still wearest this trinket?\" His touch was like the passing of a breeze, and S'ayad'i wondered if the god longed for the Troubled Times to return, when he could roam the Realms in an earthly body. Milil looked across the room at the high priest, who waited in quiet reverence. \"Thou hast done well. Leave us now.\" The priest bowed very low, then left, quietly closing the door. Milil turned back to S'ayad'i.\n \"Now, little bard, what is it?\"\n S'ayad'i took a deep breath. \"I need to talk to a soul. An elf -- from the Void.\"\n Milil frowned. \"Thou hadst told me that thou could often talk to thy husband in thy dreams, bard. Has so much changed?\"\n \"Not D'nath, my Lord. Another man. The one who...\" She could not finish the sentence, but there was no need. Milil knew the story of her life, better, perhaps, than she did.\n Milil leaned back against the altar. \"Perhaps thou hadst better start at the beginning.\"\n S'ayad'i nodded. \"Aye, my Lord. The elf who, on my mother's word that I was a trained whore-child, nearly destroyed my soul and body, was actually in'a'alla.\" \n \"Discovered that, finally?\"\n \"You knew?\"\n \"Oh, yes. Thou wast my Companion.\" The god did not explain further, merely waited for S'ayad'i to resume her tale.\n \"Obviously, he knew not what he did! My Lord, I have discovered a memory that has been buried... I had thought that I ran away that night, though I thought it somewhat strange that such a thing would affect me so deeply, raised as I was. But I believe now that I stayed, until... The next day, he returned, offered me his life.\" Tears spilled down her cheeks with the raw pain of the newly-recovered memory.\n Sternly, Milil interjected, \"As is only proper for an in'a'alla so dishonored.\"\n \"But I did not know! I refused him! And he killed himself at my feet -- died honorless, forever to wander the Void...\"\n She looked up at Milil carefully. \"My Lord, if I can speak with his shade, I think I may persuade him to accept my forgiveness -- I may put his soul to rest. If - if I can do that, then I think my own soul may heal.\" She halted, not sure what plea might move the god.\n Milil considered her carefully. \"Thou knowest that there is a price, for my action in this,\" he said. She nodded wordlessly. \"What makes thee need healing so desperately now, little bard?\"\n \"Love, my Lord. I have found love again. And yet the fear...\" She looked helplessly up at the god who was once her companion.\n Milil smiled at that. \"I had hoped, bardling, that you would allow your heart to open again. What price art thou willing to pay, then?\"\n \"What price is love, my Lord? Any price you require, I shall pay.\"\n \"All right. Thou shalt have thy wish, and we shall discuss the price when thou art done. I shall put thee into a trance, and carry thy shade to speak with the shade of this in'a'alla. What is his name?\"\n \"In'a'Lain, my Lord.\"\n Milil opened his mouth, and the song he sang was so intricately beautiful that S'ayad'i at once lost herself in it.\n And then all was darkness.\n"
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