Lords and Ladies of the Gossamer Worlds (Inactive)

Game Master Divinitus

Look at that Page 2 already, I do hope the GM lets a few of us in, I think we will blaze along.

Aannra shakes the Orcs hand as he comes around,

@Barrett Armstrong

Still leaning against the bar, the gunslinger tenses up as the message involuntarily invades his mind. That was not something he appreciated, no sir.

"If you want to talk I'd suggest you use your voice rather than barging into my noggin unannounced. There's barely room for one of us up here." he says, tapping his temple.

wow you guys got a lot done while I was asleep.

Garron follows the group to the table and sits down with surprising grace, given his size.
He grabs a large hunk of some sort of meat and takes a massive bite.

He speaks in a loud voice to the entire table. "so, anyone do anything interesting lately?"

"Attoshi, of the Shadow Plains," the orc replies. After a few seconds of muttering to himself, he reaches out and shakes Wodin's hand, then makes sure to do the same with everyone nearby, including Laird Aitken. He returns to his seat, adding "Well met," and closes his eyes again.

Communal Share Language. Everyone who willingly shook hands with Attoshi gains the ability to speak and understand grammatically-correct, unaccented Common, although they can still choose not to do so if they feel some important reason not to.

Now that's not fair. Wodin's faux-Rooshan accent is supposed to be endearing! ;)

Wodin smiles at the collected Gossamer Lords and Ladies, seating himself quietly at the table. "Thank you, I was-" he pauses for a moment, seeming a bit confused, but the priest shakes his head and shrugs, brushing it off. "I was traveling in an attempt to locate part of the disturbance that has been affecting my world. However, it would seem I have ended up somewhere other than where I intended. This place seems far too calm and peaceful, after all." A waitress approaches, setting a drink down in front of the Soyuzite man, and Wodin nods at her, handing her a coin. "Thank you," he says to her, smiling calmly.

"Now, what of you?" Wodin asks Garron, a look of honest curiosity in his eyes.

"been pretty tame for me the last few weeks. launched a few bandits yesterday 'cause they tried to rob me, other than that I been searching for someone or some world that could actually use my help."

Garron looks around at all the lords.

"Everything seems too damn peaceful theses days, somethin' has to be wrong."

Wodin chuckles softly, smiling at Garron's words. "I much prefer the peace and tranquility, but I can see why it might grate on some others," he replies, nodding sagely.

Suchak walks down the Stair, tongue flicking the air out of habit, always searching for something out of place.

He stops, for a moment, tasting the air coming from a door slightly ajar.

Determining it is safe, he pushes it open, and sticks his long neck around the frame of the door to be greeted by the sight of several people seated around a table.

Deciding it's safe for now, and wanting to avoid the tedium of calling out in all the languages he knows, he downs a small vial and begins to speak in Golarion Common.

Tongues.

"What is this place? It's a world I've never seen before. Though I guess that's no oddity in and of itself."

Suchak looks pretty much like the portrait, glowing eyes and all. I was surprised to find one so close to what I was picturing in the list, but it's there. The only real difference is that he wears no armor, merely a sturdy, well cut shirt, jacket, and pants covered with pockets filled with vials of various sorts.

Garron give a friendly wave to the newcomer and gestures for him to take a seat.
"Doesn't really have a name, been calling it Nuxia. Where ya comin' from?"

The halfling shrugs, and closes the book, putting it back into her hoodie pocket and taking out another book, and begins writing, this time in only one color. The bird flaps over to join the others as she does this, with a motion of her hand.

The raven, which appears even close up to be formed out of dripping black ink (that never leaves its body, of course), alights to join the construct and those around her.

"The lady will write about something else if this is already being recorded then. Hello. My name is Davenport, and it is an immense pleasure for you to meet me! How is everyone today?" He says in the midst of everyone's conversations, figuring anyone that can include him, will do so. He is, after all, the most glorious bird here. Even if there might have been technically better birds.

Garron give a friendly wave to the newcomer and gestures for him to take a seat.

"Doesn't really have a name, been calling it Nuxia. Where ya comin' from?"

"Triaxus, originally, though I go wherever Desna takes me. I'm a traveler by trade, you could say." he chuckles softly, letting out an odd "Hashishishisis" sound.

"My name is Suchak. Suchak Iskal of the Sky-Priests."

Wodin grins as Suchak, before taking a sip of his drink. "Are you a man of the cloth, as I am?" he asks the reptilian man.

"Not precisely. I trend towards more martial pursuits, with a bit of alchemical dabbling. My people are called the Sky-Priests because most of my brethren never leave the mountaintops, and Divine magic is in our blood."

"As a traveler, I'm a bit of an oddity, though not unheard of. My connection to Desna may be subtler than a true cleric, but it is no less true all the same, and it is what moves my feet from place to place. And she has been kind enough to bless me with many abilities that aid in my travels. I right wrongs where I find them, though I don't seek out trouble."

"Though trouble has a nasty habit of finding me. I'm pleasantly surprised there's nothing trying to kill me through this door." he says, lifting the corners of his mouth slightly, showing his fangs in a sort of smile.

The extent of his boons from Desna directly is just a Domain (from the Judge archetype of the Stalker class), but he is devout.

Perception DC20 to over hear what is said

"What is this place? It's a world I've never seen before. Though I guess that's no oddity in and of itself."

As her Drone fly's back to her side and stays there, then heads off again this time some what slower. Looking for all the world a little dejected and stops next to Attoshi Moon-Scarred in a polite and respectful voice it says.

@Attoshi Moon-Scarred
"My Mistress apologizes, she will desist from that form of communication with you in future. Please except her apologizes."

Skafin then he heads back to Aannra.

As he dos, Aannra looks up at the reptile being as he comes over and adds to the comments of others..

"Its a party, and a nice one, you must have been invited or the lord of this place would not have let you in. Come take a seat, eat and talk.'

She points at one of the empty seats.

"We have food and drink and everyone is telling about there adventures"

Then to all she says

"You know I stopped a war the other day. A pour mad king was seeking to take over a world. I was able to convince him that he should dedicate his life to the arts not a wasteful thing like consequential wars. He's coloring moons now."

This is said light heatedly it could be a joke or it could be true, its hard to say with the AI.

just a side note: Aannra is not reading minds her power are passive right now. She is projecting her thought voice. To individuals and to the group at time, but will not to any one who asks her not to. Also you can simply have your PC block it out with out a save, she will not push it on you. She would not be that rude. its Just like plugging your minds ears etc.

"Attoshi, you mentioned the Shadow Plains? Where is that world?"

Turning towards the newcomer, she is intrigued by the self-named Sky-Priest.

While she is a dragon, Suchak, she is in alter self form.

"Well met, Suchak. Forgive my curiosity, but are you related to any of the serpentfolk from my world, Golarion? I have heard much about them."

"We may be related on some biological level. Triaxus and Golarion do inhabit the same solar system, after all. Having met some Serpentfolk on my Golarion based travels, however, I'd have to say they are as different in worldview and morality from us as night is to day."

Since everyone seems busy with there various conversations Garron turns to the inky bird who just spoke.

"Ya're are a strange creature, Ya seem to be a bird but something is different about ya. Where ya from exactly?

The chanting from when Laird Aitken arrived grows louder outside the walls of the Gossamyr Lords' gathering. The skies are still inclement. The blackened clouds rush in a torrential spin.

The once receptive regal gentleman disengages from conversation and folds his hands together. Laird Aitken bows his head solemnly into his hands. He appears to be reciting prayers.

Cridhe frantically flies to his master's side and only says in terrified voice, "It's TIME. It's TIME."

Garron's head snaps up and he stares at Laird Aitken.

"What's that mean?"

Barretts hand moves slowly within reach of his weapon, unsure of what to make of the developing situation.

Looks over at the commotion that Garron is looking at.

Can we make rolls to see what is going on. Any Kn Skill Take 10 for 44

"lets seen now, what is he up to over there, Could it be more entertainment, I do hope so."

"...Huh?"

Wodin turns towards Aitken and his squawking companion, raising an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?" he asks, concern clear in his eyes.

"Sasshin, the Shadow Plains cover the area North and South of the ancient stoneroads of Andar, forming a bridge three thousand miles long long between the continents of Haftena and Laurentia. If you are interested in the geography, I suggest you look for an atlas; though I imagine one such as yourself would find more joy in hunting the treacherous twilight beasts of Outer Andar's oasis jungles."

At the sound of commotion, Attoshi's left hand idly moves to rest on the smaller scabbard at his belt, though he otherwise does not react.

The Halfling doesn't look up, but just continues to write... she wasn't much for parties, but she did like background noises. It kept her here.

Davenport, on the other hand, puffed up his feathers as absolutely no one made any form of recognition in relation to him. He hopped once on the table, then fluttered over to the food, grabbing a few sausages, then fluttered over to the girl's writing table to eat.

After some minutes pass, Laird raises his head and realizes that all eyes are on him. "Did I miss something?" His eyes jumps toward Cridhe who is hopping around in anticipation. "Ah, yes. You're so predictable, my little friend. Let's see what Cailleach has prepared."

Laird takes a small purse from his belt and fishes out a ...handful of boysenberries. Tosses the treats to Cridhe. The small thrush expels a large cry of gratification,"Praise Cailleach!" Laird is touched to witness his familiar's contentedness. "Truly a humbling experience. So pure."

Wodin blinks, before slumping slightly in his seat and chuckling. "I should have expected nothing less," the Soyzuite Paragon says through a wide smile.

Taking her wine class, she sips her wine while
Laird Aitken, builds the tension for his act.
could it be a poem, and act of creation or and dance number.
When he pulls his head back up and feeds his pet, Aannra slumps
in disappointment,

"O, was that it"

looking around she is not the only one.

"How about some music, Skafin play something light"

From Scafin comes the sound of a light music sounding something like this

Davenport, on the other hand, puffed up his feathers as absolutely no one made any form of recognition in relation to him. He hopped once on the table, then fluttered over to the food, grabbing a few sausages, then fluttered over to the girl's writing table to eat.

I did actually respond to the bird, maybe you missed it.

My bad, I did! I read everything, reread everything, then figured that rather than -my- tattoo bird, you were likely talking to the brightly colored Thrush :p I apologize! It's really hard to keep up with threads that aren't dotted. :)

Rather than flying back to the girl with her writing desk after grabbing the sausages, he brought them back to rest beside Garron. He pushed one towards Garron with the bridge of his beak, then promptly ate one himself, tearing it into pieces, then gobbling it down.

"I'm not strange, not strange at all! I'm simply Davenport, the one and only!" the bird mock-bows, as best a bird can. "I'm from a place called Ancus. Well... maybe. It's not at all clear, really! I'm actually my Lady's potential. All of it. Wrapped up in one tiny package. Destiny itself! Or so I'm told, and I certainly do not mean to brag." Despite this, the raven's ego was certainly two sizes too large.

"What, pray-tell, are you? And what is your favorite name for yourself?" The bird tilts its head and looks at the over-sized man with one eye. "Also, what is your favorite color?"

Garron can't help but give a hearty laugh at the enthusiastic bird. He takes the sausage and eats it whole.

"I am, or more accurately was a human. My journey on the great stair changed my body into that of my family, the giants of Davroth. Name's Garron. My favorite color is green, but not those nasty bright greens, nice cool greens like the trees or the grass."

"Erm, anyway." Suchak says once everything's calmed down.

"Wodin, what's your story? You said you were a priest?" he asks, sitting down and pouring himself a cup of blue wine.

He does not drink it, but he does breathe deeply and smiles at its fragrance.

"A pleasure to meet me, Garron of Davroth Giants. I have heard little of the stairs changing people! The doors and the worlds, certainly!"

He leaned in at this, and lowered his voice, his tone becoming conspiratorial, even as his head turned to assure none were listening too closely. "I may appear to be a humble raven, but in truth, I once saved an entire world, all by myself. But just keep that between us."

He leaned back out, and slid the third of his four sausages to Garron, before shredding the last to eat himself, and raising his voice back to ordinary volume, as he did so. "Tell me of your family. My Mistress would be remiss if I didn't return to her with stories."

I'm off to bed, so apologies when I don't respond for a bit!

Wodin grins knowingly as he nurses his drink. "Yes, that is the case. It has fallen upon me to investigate the disturbances beyond the veil that are affecting my world. I am blessed with many wonderful companions that are taking care of my duties at home, while I am here speaking with you lovely folk," he replies to Suchak, while motioning to the others with his mug. "It has been quite a while since I came through the Door connecting my world to this one, however, so it is about time I take a short break."

Garron takes the sausage and gives a nod of gratitude to the bird before answering his question.

"Never met my blood family, and I haven't seen my tribe in years. My adopted father is the Chieftain of the Kalush vakNaruth tribe. They are my true family. I hope someday soon I will return home to show them what I have become."

"Yes, that is the case. It has fallen upon me to investigate the disturbances beyond the veil that are affecting my world."

Aannra looks over at him,

"That sounds very risky and dangerous, if you want some help with that you need only ask, I would be glad to offer my skills."

She offers him a Wodin a plate of nuts and dried fruits.

"You see Investigation is a speciality of mine."

The Soyuzite takes a small handful of mixed nuts and fruits and pops it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Should our paths cross in the future, your company will be welcome. But it is my duty to protect my world, and mine alone."

She places the plate in front of Wodin and smiles showing interest.

"That is very loadable, would you mind tell me little about your world, and the events that you have talked about. I have been to a few doors and seem some most interesting worlds, I would like to hear about yours."

she sits back, crosses her legs an waits.

"How about I tell you of my home 1st, just so we have Quid pro quo.
I come from a Hub world, of the strange hollowed out artificial worlds made by a race Millennia, its vast its inner skin sitting in the habitable zone from the Orange sun at its centre. Who made it why nobody really knows. It’s just old and vast. Its outer kind is made from a marital that both protects in and has the sad propriety of being deadly to life. Skafin if you please."

The Drone above her projects down a 3D image just between them, what is shown is a black ball in space, over its surface a number of lights can be seen, evenly dotted; there is no real feeling of scale. It sits in a star filed, then the image pulls back to show light bending off to one side as it pans around the black ball object, it’s close to a Galaxies outer arm.
"The lights you can see are entry ports to space they let you in. Star Faring Ships enter by that means. The outer skin stops all porting in or out so the only way in is by a space-Gate. The Star field distortion is a super-massive Black hole. All hub worlds obit one and are tidily locked to. It’s a long way away but still, why the Hub Wolrd does not fall into the whole, again is a mastery just as the manufacturer of the Hun world is, on the inside."
The Image changes and the POV enters a Star-Gate, you can now see a star blazing away, its small and orange. Around it is a smooth dull inner sky, the POV moves once more, you zoom into the sky to see its not smooth but is in fact covered in Structures. There is no sign of open water or lands of green life anywhere. It’s ALL Structures, a vast city of them, endless and miles high. As the image gets closer you start to see traffic moving in the air between the Structures, vast lines of tragic of all manner of being and craft. You skim along just above this endless City looking down.
"That's a Farm, 2000 levels of food production; there is a resources reclamation plant. There a school complex, and some 400,000 students, here a Hospital, there a trading port with Star-Ships."
The buildings are vast, covering 10s of miles in area each. And the blocks of the city are packed, layer upon layer of interlocking walk ways and sky tunnels. The Image pulls back one more to space.

"And that my place of origin, The Hub World"

The image winks off.

"Now your turn."

Suchak looks on, fascinated.

"A man made planet? That's amazing! There really is always something new to see."

She looks over at Suchak

"Yes its artificial but who made it who knows, its as old as reality they say, billions of years. now one really know who made it or how old it really is. It has just always been there, like a few others. So they say. Most of what is known is rumour and here say. One of my great hopes is to one day find out just who made it and why. I have been looking but as yet found nothing of use, other than more here say and rumour."

Wodin quietly listens, grinning as the woman tells of her world. "Indeed, it is fascinating," he says, agreeing with Suchak's statement. "My home, Soyuz, is quite different. It is a wonderful place where most of the world lives in peace and harmony. Were it not for the misguided few, powers like mine would have no purpose beyond protecting against situations like the one that led me here in the first place," he explains. "Most notably, I have noticed that except for people like our friend here," he motions to Garron with his half-empty mug, before continuing, "the vast majority of things are a good deal smaller than on Soyuz. Even I am only of average height for my people."

"My people call her 'the Green Planet', as our oceans are a crystal emerald color, and our plantlife grow hearty and hale. Soyuz is a wonderful place, and I hope to see her soon become the peaceful utopia her people have worked towards," he says, sighing wistfully. "But first, I must assure that whatever continues the disturbances from beyond the veil can be controlled, if not prevented. It is my duty as Soyuz's Gossamer Lord, after all."

She nods as he talks listening intently.
"It do’s sound a beautiful place, my world is not like that at all, its riddled with competing corporations headed by mage rich Noble, families, who seem to fight over everything, from ‘who sits where at a table’ to mega coin trade contracts. There are cults of all forms, Good and evil and be found hard in hand in them. Then now and then Invaders come, they just end up being added to the blend of a vast mix of cultures and races. You see there is no night in the Hub, just endless day, o there are placed of shadow. Down in the lower levels, where dark things live, In the Hub is life and death in many forms. AI’s like myself marry with Organics like you, they have family's some even go on to build empires of intrigue and cunning. It’s the way in the Hub. Orger and Mecha can be made, bought and sold. All.. Being taxed by the vast ‘Bureaucracy’, which tries to maintain order in the name of the Emperor’s. Someone they say has to pay for the Hubs trading fleet. Who runs the fleet, mostly corporations and their Noble Family's, who use faith, power, crime, greed, selfishness and ambition amongst other things as weapons, not that they are alone in this, you can found them most walks of life in the Hub. So you see, from what little you have told me, your home world sounds like a parricide."

She leans in.

"Yet for all that, just like you, I have been tasked as my world protector and Gossamer Lord."

She sits back.

"and like your world, there have been odd things happening in mine, things that need an explanation. I have feeling some if not all of us are here, have a slimier problem to address."

She looks around at the others

"It does indeed" The voice seems to come from empty air next to the Aannra and Wodin, which then suddenly shifts and distorts and a small, pale blue humanoid appears, hovering in mid air using insect-like wings, "I apologize for my rudeness, let me introduce myself. My name is Maerar." He makes a small bow mid-air.

"Both of your worlds seem interesting. My own world is as well, but for different reasons. For ones such as yourselves there is little to get there, the surface world is dead, destroyed and drained of almost all life while the life that remains is twisted, feral and hostile and then I'm not even talking about the Kytons and their black citadels. In the past there also were swarms of trapped souls but they're gone now, finally released to the beyond." A faint smile appears on his face, "Now the place that's really my world lies underground there, but the spore laden air tends to assault those not of my kin. There I grew up in the vast caverns, the only light the glow of the mushrooms that coat most surfaces. It's no paradise like your world," he nods at Wodan, "But it's home and it provides to my people."

"and do's your world have problems of late little one"

O, how I hate you tiny spell checker, Dose!! not Do's

"I don't know. If the truce with the kythons still holds then things should be quiet. I have no idea how things changed since I opened it up to the beyond and the stair again. Apparently my world was one of the lost ones until very recently, which was also why the spirits of the dead could not pass on." He sighed, "I don't know how being reconnected will change my home on the long term, we can only wait and see."

With that he fumbles around a bit in the pack he carries with him, batting away some invisible force, mumbling things under his breath "Pesky spirits, even here they won't leave me alone.. He then pulls out a wooden cup, murmurs something unintelligible as the cups fills with water. Then, simply by staring at it, the contents of the cup shift to a brownish yellow colour and the vapour that rises up from the cup smells like tea.

"My world is quite simple though. It's deadly and nasty, poison lakes and trees that try to strangle you, but it's very honest about it. Your world sounds like it is much trickier, more layers to deal with." The densely populated world sounded intriguing. Since the first time he accessed the Stair Maerar had been to many places but most had been quiet and natural. There was only one urban world he'd been to but that was basically a brick and mortar jungle, not something like she described.

"Kytons, you said? Have you had many dealings with the Plane of Shadow, Maerar? For that is my world."

"Tell me more about these...twilight beasts, Attashi. They sound like a fine hunt!"

"Plane of Shadow? No. Is that where they originally come from? In my world they claim to be the children of the Dwimmerlaik, nothing about Planes of Shadow." He gives the woman before him an odd look, "Are they that cruel and horrible in your world as well? They are honest and keep to their deals but they are a nasty sorts."

Garron takes the sausage and gives a nod of gratitude to the bird before answering his question.

"Never met my blood family, and I haven't seen my tribe in years. My adopted father is the Chieftain of the Kalush vakNaruth tribe. They are my true family. I hope someday soon I will return home to show them what I have become."

"I've never met my blood family either." he leans in, once more, "Nor has the lady. That's simply how things work where I... she is from." the bird frills his feathers slightly, then settles back down. "What of this family. How did they help to make you a great man? Or terrible man?" the bird suddenly turns its head to look at him through the opposite eye.

Sensing now may not be the best time to praise her god, Sahin declines to mention him by name.

"Yes, I have heard they are born from my world. And they are not the children of those foul Dwimmerlaik. Those creatures do not deserve the title of father to the kytons. I am sorry, my lord has assigned me to protect my Door and the Stairs, and I have a burning fury for any who would attempt to damage or destroy either."