Zhara

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  • Looks
This is a female chaosborn with glowing white skin, auburn hair, and rainbow eyes.  She is
known as Zhara famed for her pioneering of crystalline and chaotic magicks in her research for the
Courts of Chaos.  She was known to explore the Exoma often; however, she never returned from her
most recent expedition. She is permeated by a haze of surging radiance, a blue-white radiance, a
vivid, pulsing chaotic glow, a thick shadow, a shimmering radiance, a silvery light, a sparkling
light, lightning, and glinting pattern.  She has a few thin wisps of wavering iridescence within
and around her.
  • Info
    Her limbs are named head, chest, right wing, left wing, right arm, left arm, right hand, left
hand, right leg, left leg, right foot, and left foot.  Zhara is an instructor and responds to the
following verbal commands:
    Availability inquiry: Zhara, what do you teach?
    Cost inquiry:         Zhara, what would a lesson in <subject> cost?
    Instruction request:  Zhara, teach me <subject(s)>.
  Zhara was created by Starhound; the source code was last updated Sun Oct 08 00:01:48 2017.  The
chaosborn race was created by Chaos, who wishes to credit Roger Zelazny as inspiring this work; the
source code was last updated Tue Oct 17 18:54:59 2017.
  • Teaches
 abjuration
 aeroturgy
 alchemy
 arcane lore
 astrology
 centering
 chaoturgy
 concentration
 cosmology
 divination
 equilibrium
 evocation
 illusion
 krystallaturgy
 logic
 meditation
 metaphysics
 mineral lore
 physics
 symbology
 thari
 vocalization
 wyrding 


   You state, [tell me a story]
   Zhara intones, -{ Hm. I guess it's always good to reflect upon how one ends up in such a situation as mine. }- in Thari.
   Zhara intones, -{ Well, I assume you ended up here because of the voices? Yes, you're not the first to be sent to join me in this prison. }- in Thari.
   Zhara intones, -{ I stumbled upon this place hundreds of years ago.  I made my home among the upper tunnels, and spent long years studying the crystal inhabitants and their environment.  Eventually, I discovered how to infuse parts
   of my essence into crystalline forms, allowing me to craft little golem servitors.  I directed them to gather the glowing shards which litter this realm, intending to amplify the energy within to create larger and more powerful  
   versions of such golems. }- in Thari.
   Zhara intones, -{ As the years progressed, I began to mine out larger areas of the area, displacing greater and greater proportions of crystal.  However, I soon discovered that my efforts were much more dangerous than I had
   originally anticipated.  A hostile force invaded my mind, incapacitating me and mentally torturing me for several days.  When I eventually managed to utilize my mental training to shut down the connection, I realized that the force
   that had attacked me was a strange genius loci -- a formless intelligence which inhabits the crystal caves themselves. }- in Thari.
   Zhara intones, -{ Thinking quickly, I had my golems work feverishly to mine out a small tunnel down to what I had determined to be the exact center of the largest mass of crystal, where I judged the intelligence to be most likely
   to be located.  Unfortunately, I soon found that it was a trap; as I reached the heart of the crystal, the walls liquified around me and I found myself imprisoned. The genius loci quickly resumed its attacks upon me, but I was able      
   to place enchantments upon the walls of the prison to blind itself to my mind.  Regrettably, the loci then set up its own defenses outside my own -- effectively trapping me in here permanently. }- in Thari.
   Zhara intones, -{ And that is how things stand now: the loci and its minions have been locked in a stalemate with me for some years.  Lacking a way to attack me on its own, the genius loci has taken to trapping other intruders and
   sending them into this prison, forcing them to attempt to kill me.  As long as you make no move to attack me, our truce can continue; but in the end, there is no way to leave that doesn't involve death for one of us or the other.     
   I'm sorry, but this is the reality of our situation. }- in Thari.
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