@38 = ~I am not an elf, that is true, but I do know what it means to love. You, on the other hand… Kivan, you are not yourself. You are asking for a fate worse than death for Deheriana just so that you can put your own heart at ease. How can you be so selfish?~
@39 = ~I have never felt so divided, my friend. I love you dearly, and your wife through you. But what would you have me do? To turn my back on your kin's plight? Or to threaten this poor woman to have her grant you your wish?~
@40 = ~Your grief has driven you to madness, Kivan. I cannot stand and see your spirit being destroyed. Demin, would you ease his passing to the afterlife?~
@41 = ~Yes?~
@42 = ~Kivan, you are not yourself. You are asking for a fate worse than death for Deheriana just so that you can put your own heart at ease. How can you be so selfish?~
@43 = ~Dare you call me selfish after I have served you for nigh two years? Dare you tell me that I wish to hurt my wife?~
@44 = ~Demin, I am afraid I cannot reason with him, nor can anyone else. Do we have to? He does it out of love, Demin. Perhaps it will be alright if we grant him his wish? So often good intentions have foul consequences. Maybe sometimes it works backward as well?~
@45 = ~Yes, I dare, because I have stood by you for as long as you have stood by me. I am your friend, Kivan, and I do not want you to suffer more than you have suffered already. You know just as I know that those come back from Arvanaith linger, not live on Prime. Could you stand Deheriana turning into a shadow of herself?~
@46 = ~Stop it. Your grief has driven you to madness, Kivan. I cannot stand and see your spirit being destroyed. Demin, would you ease his passing to the afterlife?~
@47 = ~You can... No. I will not command you. Search your heart. Do you have it in you to help me?~
@48 = ~Demin, I am afraid I cannot reason with him, nor can anyone else. Do we have to? He does it out of love. Perhaps all will be well if we grant him his wish? So often good intentions have foul consequences. Maybe sometimes it works backward?~
@49 = ~Yes, I can. I can force my will; I can use Bhaal's taint to make this woman to obey. The question is: do *you* dare to ask for it, knowing what I shall do? Do you dare to ask for it, knowing what it will do to Deheriana? Those who come back from Arvanaith linger, not live on Prime. Could you stand Deheriana turning into a shadow of herself?~
@50 = ~You are right. Damn you, but you are right. I will go with you for the sake of our friendship. I only pray that I have not just forsaken my love.~
@51 = ~You have not, Kivan. You have proven your love yet again. For what is love but the ability to put the loved one above your own self?~
@52 = ~I will not tax your fealty any longer, my friend. I cannot stand idly and see your spirit destroyed. Demin, would you ease his passing to the afterlife?~

domi啊……你写得……唉
@53 = ~I was told by a seer that my wife's spirit was destroyed... can you... can you tell me if that's true?~
@54 = ~Were you bonded, my friend?~
@55 = ~Yes.~
@56 = ~Give me your hand, Quessir...~
@57 = ~I am afraid that it is true... She is lost to you. I am sorry...~
@58 = ~(For a moment it looks like the elf will fall, stricken. It becomes evident to you that he had been clutching close this single sliver of hope and now it has been taken away from him.)~
@59 = ~(She speaks to Kivan, but you get the feeling that her words are meant for you.) I, myself, am tired of grief... My city and my kin are being slaughtered even now, Kivan. I can give you no more healing than I can to any of them. Your rage and Sheverash's will made you whole once. Perhaps it is time for you to look to the gentler part of your spirit for healing. If you have not yet demolished it, that is.~
@60 = ~There is strength in you that almost scares me, Quessir - and it drives you away from the elvenkind. It will take will and patience, grace and bliss to bring you back and to nurture you.~
@61 = ~But I beg of you, even if you do not want to return to the ways of your kin, please, aid us in the hour of our peril.~
@62 = ~I have nothing to fight for. I might as well fight for Suldanessellar.~
@63 = ~Thank you, Kivan. Thank you, <CHARNAME>. May Rillifane keep you both from harm.~
@64 = ~I have seen my Queen commit a folly out of love, preserving the life of a man who should have been executed. That is what brought about this. (She gestures to the whole of Suldenassellar and her eyes fill with sorrow.) Yet I have abided by her decision.~
@65 = ~Not because I had to, but because I saw her pain and my heart went out to her. Against my better judgment, I supported her. You are doing the same, <CHARNAME>, but I cannot reproach you for what I have done myself.~
@66 = ~But you, Kivan... Please, think it through and take off the burden that you have placed on your friend.~
@67 = ~High Priestess, I know that my words sound like those of a weak man, but in my heart of hearts I know that what I do is right.~
@68 = ~You... would not mind? Demin, would you do me such a kindness?~
@69 = ~I will, if that is your wish.~

……
@67 = ~High Priestess, I know that my words sound like those of a weak man, but in my heart of hearts I know that what I do is right.~
@68 = ~You... would not mind? Demin, would you do me such a kindness?~
@69 = ~I will, if that is your wish.~
@70 = ~It is. Fare thee well, <CHARNAME>, friends.~
@71 = ~Give me your hand and let us meditate together... I will take care of your body after you have departed, Quessir.~
@72 = ~Getting Inside the Palace in Suldanessellar

half-fallen……
@110 = ~A fabled beauty with a heart of gold. And some crystal bells thing. I have half-fallen in love with you myself!~
@111 = ~Definitely not a cold fish who has not a gentle word for a man who had been through hells... Ah, what do I care? Let's go.~

呆滞，domi你还 真的写了啊……………………
@119 = ~You... you do not understand. But then I do not understand it myself... not entirely.~
@120 = ~Am I mistaken, or I detect greater care in your voice than the one a woman may have for her comrade-at-arms?~
@121 = ~(Hmm, I heard that jealousy helps things sometimes...) Deheriana, I love your Kivan. I loved him since the moment I met him in a small place called High Hedge. If there were a way to pry his heart from you... But there is not. So, now you know.~
@122 = ~You are mistaken, Deheriana.~
@123 = ~Must you torture everyone? Is Kivan not enough?~
@124 = ~Yes, I love him. No, he loves me not. No, he does not know, and I pray that he never will.~
@125 = ~Nobleness takes strange forms sometimes. Here I stand before a woman who lies that she loves my husband as a woman would, to raise jealousy in me, because she loves him as a comrade. You are a great woman, <CHARNAME>, and I... I have been wrapped up in self-pity for too long. I have never had strength to pity him until now.~

>>Po.1336034
>>Po.1336027
>>Po.1336035
结合这里的威胁项……查内姆你真的…………天啊……你就不能自私点争取一下……

来，查你想知道的在这。以及domi这个时间线到底……
@189 = ~You have changed so little since I first saw you, Deheriana. I recognize every line of your figure and every strand of your hair...~
@190 = ~Are you testing my memory? I could hardly keep my eyes off Kivan, when I saw him for the first time.~ [P#DEH57]
@191 = ~On the Hill of the Stars - yes... but the first time I saw you was some years before that. I never told you, because I thought you would not believe it. But now it does not matter anymore...~
@192 = ~My father took me to the Snowflake Mountains to cut the white ash and make my first bow, and on the way back we discovered a patrol slaughtered by orcs and went to report our sad finding to King Galladel.~
@193 = ~I think... I think I remember... it started an ill year, and my family sent me away for a time. But the war did not come then. It took the Time of Troubles to organize and solidify the Castle Trinity's forces.~
@194 = ~Yes, but you do not remember me. I sat there, trying to forget the sight of my brethren's mutilated bodies, when you walked past. Your steps were light, and crystal bells chimed in your hair.~
@195 = ~I often wore them as a girl...~
@196 = ~Yes... and that's how I remembered you. That's how I imagined you all these years. A full beauty worth fighting for... you were the goodness for me and the light.~
@197 = ~Maybe... maybe that is why you acted as though you have known me all your life when we first talked... Let us go, Kivan.~
@198 = ~Look what I have, Deheriana...~
@199 = ~A dried flower... Wait, is it jasmine?~
@200 = ~A starlette... They called them starlettes in my family, and you taught me the proper name. Do you remember?~
@201 = ~You... you showered me with jasmine when you asked me to marry you. Your lips smelled of smoke...~
@202 = ~And yours smelled of jasmine that night. They still might... do you want to find out?~
@203 = ~No, Kivan... no. But give me that flower... for safekeeping.~
@204 = ~It is the only thing I have left to prove that my happiness was not an illusion. It is yours - and may it do the same for you.~

EXTEND_BOTTOM SUDEMIN 58
IF ~Global("P#DeherianaDead","GLOBAL",1) InParty("P#KIVAN")~ THEN SOLVED_JOURNAL @26 EXTERN BP#KIV AskDehDead
IF ~!Global("P#DeherianaDead","GLOBAL",1) InParty("P#KIVAN")~ THEN DO ~EscapeArea()~ SOLVED_JOURNAL @26 EXIT
END

CHAIN BP#KIV AskDehDead
@27
== SUDEMIN @28
== BP#KIV @53
== SUDEMIN @54
== BP#KIV @55
== SUDEMIN @56
= @57
== BP#KIV @58
== SUDEMIN @59
= @60
= @61
== BP#KIV @62
== SUDEMIN @63
DO ~EscapeArea()~
EXIT

@27 = ~My Lady... What we are about to do may well consume our spirits. I have... I have a request.~
@28 = ~Speak up, Quessir.~
@29 = ~I want but a glimpse of my wife, to feel the touch of her hand. I have missed her for so long, and now we stand to battle a monster who has destroyed the mythal around Suldanessellar. If my spirit should be destroyed, I shall never see her again. I cannot bear it.~
@30 = ~Where is your wife, Quessir?~

>>Po.1336045
哦，怕和强尼打完灵魂死了到不了阿梵多，迷锁破了主要，原来如此

@172 = ~After the events of the War of the Five, Kivan of Shilmista submerged himself into affairs of the Elvendom. As the former lover of the new Lady of Murder, he was unwilling to return to Shilmista, so instead he pledged his service to Queen Ellesime of Suldanessellar. In the dark year of 1371, when Evermeet, the Island of Elves, was assaulted, Kivan led one of the companies sent forth to aid the island from the Forest of Tethir. He proved himself a capable leader, and was loved by those who served under him. After the Tree of Souls was planted and the new elven homeland was born, many of Kivan's men wished to remain with their captain; thus, a mercenary elven company, "Fierce Kestrel", was born. It numbered some hundred highly skilled elves. At present, Kivan chooses his employers with care, and serves them honorably. It is known that the "Kestrel" would only break a contract if Elvendom would call upon their services.~
@173 = ~All tales grow in telling, but the Lay of Kivan and <CHARNAME> is so fanciful that it is impossible to separate truth from myth. The Lady had been a peacemaker, and stopped nigh single-handedly the War of the Five that tore the Sword Coast asunder. In the very depth of the Abyss, she rejected the offer of godhood as easily as one casts away a pair of worn shoes. She did it for the love of a stern elven ranger, or so the bards say. Afterwards, the couple plunged themselves into the affairs of Elvendom. In the dark year of 1371, when Evermeet, the Island of Elves, was assaulted, Kivan and <CHARNAME> led the companies sent forth to aid the island from the Forest of Tethir. After the Tree of Souls was planted and a new elven homeland was born, many of their men wished to remain with their captains; thus, a mercenary company, "Fierce Kestrel", was born. It numbered some hundred highly skilled elves. At present, Kivan and <CHARNAME> choose their employers with care, and serve them honorably. It is known that the "Kestrel" would only break a contract if Elvendom would call upon their services.~
@174 = ~All tales grow in telling, but the Lay of Kivan and <CHARNAME> is so fanciful that it is impossible to separate truth from myth. The Lady had been a peacemaker, and stopped nigh single-handedly the War of the Five that tore the Sword Coast asunder. In the very depth of the Abyss, she rejected the offer of godhood as easily as one casts away a pair of worn shoes. She did it for the love of a stern elven ranger, or so the bards say. And they sing of how the lovers came to the court of Queen Ellesime the Fair, and of the Gift of the Seldarine that was bestowed on them. As all gifts from the gods, it was a double-edged sword: <CHARNAME>'s and Kivan's years were to be counted as one, taking from Kivan's long elven life, and extending <CHARNAME>'s shorter one, so they could live and die together. Kivan the Ranger is reputed to have said: "It is the least I can do, my love, after what you have put aside for me." So they lived thereafter a bright life of adventure, always in opposition to the rising influence of Bane, after Bane had come back into the world, devouring his son. After liberating slaves from a Temple of Bane, the couple was said to have adopted an orphan in memory of <CHARNAME>'s own destiny. It is safe to say that they shall die on the same day, as the Seldarine have promised.~
@175 = ~Kivan and Deheriana traveled across Faerun, from Icewind Dale in the North to Calimshan in the South. They adventured along the way, but mainly stayed out of the bards' tales. Yet there are those among the small folk who still mention their names with gratitude and warmth. The arrival of their first-born child, however, made the couple consider returning to their homeland. Shilmista accepted its two wayward children. In these times of trouble for elvenkind, Kivan's kin had few qualms about his stern faith, even if they were slow to forgive his trespasses. Kivan and Deheriana lived quietly thereafter, eventually having four more children. The youngest, a solemn boy with dark, unruly curls, had shown a tendency to dream of the far away lands in his youth and left the sacred forest in the shadow of the Snowflake Mountains. He went into the wide world in search of adventure and that other strange thing that has no name but is known by all who hear the call of the roads.~

>>Po.1336054
敢情结局藏在set up里，之前没注意

>>Po.1336041
>>Po.1297694
>>Po.1297691
>>Po.1297731
>>Po.1297716
>>Po.1297687
>>Po.1297711
>>Po.1296957
随便一说，太吓人了小精灵，你暗恋人家1351-1216一百三十五年？？？？？
或者一百四十五年？

>>Po.1336058
怪不得不敢说，也觉得对方不会信……


deh：
@126 = ~So, you do love him... Love is a scary thing sometimes, is it not?~

>>Po.1336059
Time of Troubles 1358DR?

>>Po.1288241
Domi把这些信息藏得很深
@516 = ~I have seen two hundred and twenty four summers, Imoen.~
@517 = ~Two hundred... Wow, you ARE old!~
@518 = ~Now, that is music to my ears.~
@519 = ~Huh? Oh, well. Anyway, I am already twenty. Well, I will be on my next name day. That's in Kythorn... very soon. At least Gorion thought I might have been born in Kythorn.~

>>Po.1336061

>>Po.1336064
@300 = ~I met Deheriana during the war in Shilmista. Everyone then became a fighter, elders and children, nobles and commoners alike. She was among our spellcasters - a small group and vulnerable, but a lot of our hope was placed into their power.~
@301 = ~So a fighter's eyes were always on them to protect and to lend them cover... I saw Deheriana... it was hard not to notice her. In the moments of deepest despair, when all was but lost, I looked at her, and my spirit soared, and I cared not for hurts.~
@302 = ~Like a young birch tree, golden and green, she stood, and her voice was clear as morning dew, even as her chants brought death to our foes.~
@303 = ~And after the war was over...~
@304 = ~Now you are making me wish she was alive. I could have used another skilled person around here...~
@305 = ~Did not gazing at her divert you? From the battle, I mean.~
@306 = ~Fifteen years or close enough.~
@307 = ~Fift... Blast you, elf! Faerun is not a place for you! Get away from here! Go to Evermeet! Gods be good, I wish I could shake you or something!~

>>Po.1336068
这样domi就没有看错时间，小精灵自己记错了？是把一年当两年算了？唉，bug
1144DR出生
1216DR成年，72岁，看见初恋头上的银铃。
1361DR参战，父亲和兄弟死了。正式见面，结婚。
1361DR（1353DR）丧偶，丧命，复活，复仇。
1368DR，224岁，高篱堡入队，手刃仇人后回乡寻死
>>Po.1336061
>>Po.1336068

>>Po.1336072
也不对，domi回帖时也是默认15年这个设定的啊

>>Po.1336073
唉，几条命啊寿命550的小精灵，给我笑坏了

1144DR出生
1216DR成年，72岁，看见初恋头上的银铃。
1351DR（1361DR）参战，父亲和兄弟死了。正式见面，结婚。
1353DR 丧偶，丧命，复活，复仇。
1368DR，224岁，高篱堡入队，手刃仇人后回乡寻死

天可怜这三位都是一见钟情，乐。
>>Po.1336035