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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": "S'ayad'i opened her eyes to see nothing. Grey mist surrounded her in all directions. Then, suddenly before her, was In'a'Lain. In one hundred and forty years, not a detail of his face had faded in her memory. She felt surprisingly calm, serene. She looked into his eyes with no show of emotion.\n He, obviously, remembered her as well, although his reaction was much more violent. \"Child... My lady... Your face has followed me into death! I stumble across the Void, and everywhere I see your face... Why do you trouble me now? I have rid the world of my presence -- why do you inflict me upon yourself again?\"\n S'ayad'i knew that neither the horror she had felt at his death or the pity beneath it would serve her purpose. The in'a'alla must be obeyed, or commanded. \"Be quiet, In'a'Lain. I have come to redeem your honor.\"\n In'a'Lain bowed his head in shame and grief. \"Nothing may do that now, my lady. You would not kill me then, and I am already dead.\"\n \"In'a'alla, listen to me. I have come to offer you a chance of forgiveness. I will set you a task, in'a'alla. You will suffer for me as I have suffered for you. When your task is complete, then honor will be satisfied.\" Despite years of training as a bard, S'ayad'i found it difficult to school her expression to show no emotion. However, if In'a'Lain saw her feelings, he would suspect that the task she set him would be too easy, and he would refuse it.\n The elf's face showed both hope and despair, but he did not speak, nor look at her.\n \"In'a'Lain, I married an elf many years ago, and because of you, I could not consummate my marriage.\" In'a'Lain flinched at her cold tone. \"My husband died, In'a'Lain. He died unburied, unmourned. His shade waits in the Void for me to lead him Home.\" Still In'a'Lain said nothing, but S'ayad'i could tell that he was listening intently.\n \"Your task, In'a'Lain: You will find him here in the Void, though it take you another hundred years. You will confess to him who and what you are. And you will place yourself in his service, until I come to take him Home. When I do, he and I shall judge your service, and decide whether you have earned forgiveness.\"\n Now the elf looked at her, hope winning out over despair in his eyes. S'ayad'i continued coldly. \"He died with as much honor as any in'a'alla -- he went knowingly into the Void to protect my life, and the lives of our comrades. He will be a worthy master for you.\"\n In'a'Lain nodded shortly. \"It will satisfy honor,\" he agreed. \"May I know his name, or is that, too, part of my task?\"\n \"His name is D'nath. He was a mercenary. And when you find him...\" Finally the barrier of ice around her emotions broke, and tears filled her eyes, \"...when you find him, In'a'Lain, tell him that his wife misses him very much.\"\n In'a'Lain bowed low before her, and faded into the grey mist, leaving S'ayad'i alone. She glanced around. \"My Lord? My Lord Milil?\" she called softly. \n Milil was there suddenly. \"Well done, bardling. Art thou ready to return?\"\n She wiped the tears from her face. \"Aye, my Lord. Let us return, and I will pay your price.\"\n ...and she opened her eyes to see the small chapel still around her, the slant of light on the floor hardly changed. Milil still leaned against the altar looking like nothing so much as a cocky young bard, beautiful in face and form, dressed in antiquated clothes.\n S'ayad'i said nothing for a long moment, considering herself. She mentally poked at the injured place within herself, and was surprised to discover that it was already starting to heal. She nearly sobbed in relief. Milil wordlessly laid a hand on her shoulder, and she touched it gently, looking up at him.\n \"I'm all right now, my Lord... I will gladly pay the price.\"\n Milil considered her carefully. \"Thy voice,\" he said.\n S'ayad'i nodded, resigned. She had hoped, but...\n \"Of course,\" the god continued, \"I'll not keep it long, mayhap a month, but I'd like to have that silver voice of thine singing from the height of my temple for a while...\"\n She looked up at him in disbelief. \"You won't? I mean... I...\"\n Milil smiled. \"Just agree, little bard.\"\n \"Of course, my Lord, I agree...\"\n Milil reached out and touched the gem on her tiara bemusedly. \"When it comes back, thou will probably be hoarse for some few days, but it should not be anything for thee to worry about.\" He straightened and turned toward the altar.\n \"Thank you, my Lord,\" S'ayad'i said -- or tried to say. No sound emerged from her throat, and she bowed her head instead as Milil faded away.\n She turned and walked back toward the main chapel. Almost there, she encountered the high priest. \"Your voice echoes from the rafters, m'lady,\" he told her. \"Your friend is looking rather worried. I thought you should know.\"\n S'ayad'i nodded. \"I take it things went well?\" the priest asked. She smiled at him and nodded again. He stood aside to let her pass. \n She entered the chapel to see Felis still sitting in his chair, but looking around worriedly, gripping the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles were white. She heard the echoes of her voice, and smiled, then stepped out to where he could see her. \n Relief flooded his face, and he nearly ran to meet her. \"What happened? Why-\" he gestured toward the ceiling, then stopped. \"Are you all right?\"\n She smiled affectionately, raised up on her toes, and kissed his cheek. She touched her throat with one hand and then gestured toward the sound of her voice with the same hand.\n Felis understood. \"Forever?\" he asked incredulously, pulling her closer protectively. She shook her head and held up a hand to forestall any more questions. She freed herself from his embrace, then deliberately took his arm and led him out of the building, walking close by his side and leaning her head on his shoulder."
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