Lords and Ladies of the Gossamer Worlds (Inactive)

Game Master Divinitus

Ok everyone, discuss things here. Until the campaign begins, this is also a zone where you can roleplay, so have at it!

Hi every one, just wanted to get things started, Thanks GM for opening this up. Think it will be fun if we have a sand Box like place to start interacting in. Hows dos a fantasy Dinner party sound :)

Annra walked done the shadowy steps, they went on forever, done and up and ways a normal mind would find beyond understanding. You had to have the knowledge and the will to see it for what it was, a great path between worlds. She came to one of the endless doors, stopping in front of it, she thought a moment. A Small elfmaid in the vestment of the path, there was nothing about her that could leed one to think she held power. But she did. She had not been alive long, a year and a half in her world. But in that time she had done astounding things. Thing that had lead her to this moment, she walked through the door, and entered a world of sunlight and fresh air. It was a dinner part, outside in a large formal garden. There where others around, all types of being, some large some small. Talking or sitting, a band was playing music over to one side. She looked at the well kept trees and gound's. She smiled, this looked like fun.

She looks like this

Thinking a place like this

A foggy mist fills the surrounding area. Coldness permeates the surrounding air. Several hazy forms are concealed in the natural looming phenomena. Soft whispers break the silence. Then, the voices speak now in coherent but unrecognizable intonations. Incessant chanting echoes throughout the close vicinity. The clouds darken and thicken to block out the sun. A flock of a hundred small black birds also congest the blackened sky above.

A solitary figure of a handsome man well into his years stands on a mossy stone monolithic ruin. His amiable gaze meets each stranger. A loud, crass cry harks, "Well, fer fook's sake, weer ar we? I dinnae if can stomach anymoor of de The Rim. 'Snot qweet home, bud erl dae fer now." The regal looking man peers to a thrush perched on his shoulder and addresses it, "Let's try tae keep a civil tongue around our potential friends. Shall we?"

"Now, there's a purdy gerl," gestures with his lips and approaches the replicant. "Oooo, she's a bit different from lasses back home."

Aannra comes over the well dressed and handsome man talking to his thrush.

She has a soft smile on her face, She stands about 5'10, and elfmaid with white hair, her clothing is elegant and simple. There is an air of power about here High level Psionic but other than that, She has an ornate dagger strapped to her leg and nothing more. She may seem under dressed for a Lord of the steps, but here she is. As she walks over she waves her hand and 2 Drinks come over from a table and into hers. She tops in front of the dressed and handsome man and offers him a glass.

::"That is an interesting Bird you have there, if I am not to mistaken a Thrush or Turdidae of the family of Passerine. May I ask do's he always voice his feelings so... colourfully?"::

You can hear the words, but her mouth did not move, Telepathy can be like that some times. A means of being polite when using it. Her mind voice is intelligent and respectful.

Laird Aitken genuflects slightly offering a pleasant greeting to his welcoming female stranger. The thrush interrupts in a rather unpleasant tone, "OY, oy! Hee hee. Looky at de pretentioush gurl wit... witter aigher den mighty attitude. She must be a Laird atleast... "
"Yer grace are tae humble yerself so...AYE, dinnae know who yer speakin tae?"
"This is our Laird Aitkin, Father Regent to de King of Scots, Raibert the Brave, Gossamyr Lord of Gaels, Maester of Wrighting, and all roundaboot kinda gentleman tae Azlanti and friends."
"Are ye a friend or fo..." Laird places his hand gently over his thrush companion's beak. "Manners, Cridhe (pronounced cree). Please pardon his rude behavior," Laird disciplines in a civil manner then turns to the comely feminine humanoid accepting the drink she has offered. "Allow me tae introduce myself. I am Laird (pronounced Lord). I believe we have much in common. Unlike my familiar, we are creatures of beauty, intelligence, and etiquette. Birds of de same feather, one might say." Laird smirks and continues, "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

Barrett Armstrong had been sitting peacefully at a nearby table, taking a rare opportunity to enjoy a simple beer. That was until his drink mysteriously rose from the table and started drifting off. Before he can react the brew is already out of his reach.

He frowns deeply. Fancy parties like this were already more trouble than they're worth and he wasn't about to suffer through one sober.

With a grunt he gets up from his seat and heads over to the bar, intent on quenching his thirst.

Garron steps through the door into the sunlight. He remains in his human form, an imposing but not giant figure. He crosses to the bar and sits down with a thud next to Barrett. Bar tender! An ale please! He then turns to his neighbor and speaks in a quieter tone. Do you know where we are exactly?

He looks like this

The sound of large wings beating echoes through the air as Sashin lands a fair bit away from the party, in order not to disrupt the decorations and food.
Transforming into a more conversation friendly form, an attractive young dhampir in extravagant dress clothes, she walks over to the gathering of people.

"Hello, fellow Lords. I am Sashin, Master of the Shadow Door."

Barrett drinks his new cup with a stoic satisfaction. It's not until he's done with his swig that he responds to Garron.

"Ain't got no name." he says "We just call it 'Nuxia' colloquially. There are no locals, you see - least none that're sapient enough for naming. It's because of these huge floating rocks. Each one is like its own little world. All sorts of strange things scurry about, depending on the terrain, and they almost never come together - well...except for the ones that'll fly. They're the 'Kings of the Roost', so to speak."

He stops speaking for another draft from his drink but is interrupted by an eerily familiar voice. When he recognizes it as Sashin he noticeably winces.

We've met. he thinks, but otherwise remains silent.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25

Noticing the wince, Sashin chooses to ignore it.

"Hello, Barrett. How goes the hunt? Do you think he's here?"

"These...ones that'll fly...are they true dragons? Are they intelligent?"

Garron turns to the new arrival and holds out one of his meaty fists for a handshake.
Pleasure to meet ya. Name's Garron.

Sashin's slender had slides out to shake Garron's, and hides a deveptively strong grip, although not nearly as strong as his.

"Sashin, as I said earlier. Where are you from, Garron?"

Obviously, frightful presence is off.

"Are ye a friend or fo..." ... Unlike his familiar, "we are creatures of beauty, intelligence, and etiquette. Birds of de same feather, one might say." Laird smirks and continues, "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

As the Baird talks Aannra tilts her head, for the 1st time one can see the slight otherness of her, yes she is humanoid but there is a strangeness there, she is not so much looking at the talkative bird as analysing it. For the briefest of moments something brushes over its mind. She tilts her head back up.

::"You may Lord Aitkin, Father Regent to de King of Scots, Robert the Brave, Gossamer Lord of Giles, Master of Weighting. I am AI Aannra One and I think my title's if they are needed here, would be something along the lines of, Utiliz'er of the Grand Stair, traveller to Gossamer, former of pattens, delve'er into politics, crosser of shadow and emptiness and all round good egg. Yes I feel that seems about right. And you observation is I hope correct, I am a bring of intelligence, and etiquette, I was made to be such and have worked hard to improve on that. Beauty however is such a relative thing, don't you think, but thank you for the compliment."::

She tilts her head, A small Shimmering drone comes hovering over to her. It stops next to her head and in a thin but well-spoken male voice it informs her.

"Aannra, the area is scanned, the risk level is very low, here's my assessment."

There is a flash of light from it and Aannra then nods at it.
She speaks with her voice for the 1st time,

"Thank you Skafin, would you a dear and go find a battle of that light Blue wine I spotted back at the entrance, so we can refill our glasses."

She holds up her empty class.

It tilts at here then says in a grumpy voice.
"humm..If I must.. you know you could have brught that cleaning drone, it positivity burrs when you ask it to do, house hold tasks like this."
It says no more how ever and just shoots off, Aannra looks back at Laird Aitken.

"So, what Gossamer world do you hail from Laird Aitken, if you don't mind me asking."

Just kind of changed her Mastery To Master of the Grand Stair, just seemed to fit better because, there is no Mastery of Manifestation or Mind etc, I could adapt, Master of Arcana to Master of Manifestation, humm. hard to work out what would fit better. This is why I like to sort somethings in test game play like this, My idea of Aannra has changed in just this short time, and I am liking where this is going. Going to change something's in her background and have them written up by end of today

"So, what Gossamer world do you hail from Laird Aitken, if you don't mind me asking."

The Azlanti Gossamyr Lord whimsically laughs at his new acquaintance attempting to shy away from her question. "You'll have tae accept my apology if I don't feel quite comfortable sharing that information with you yet. Cridhe, here is my friend. I dae apologize again for his candor. He's really nice once you git tae know him."

The dashing man briefly pauses then continues, "I assume your name is Aannra from what I believe I heard that drone addressed you as."
Laird nods at Aannra confirming his assertion. "Are you also a Gossamyr Lord? Wait, do you have a designation? Quite an eclectic bunch we have gathered here. Wouldn't you agree?" Laird places his full glass on a nearby table and extends his arm to her.

"Should we get acquainted with the rest? Let me escort you if you don't mind. You seem to possess some unique talents. Are you trained in the art of psionics?" He asks her casually and smiles with his well practiced face.

"Originally i'm from the wastes o' Davroth, haven't been there in years though. Spent the last while traveling the stair or fighting in the pits of Aukrelia."

Garron takes a hearty swig of his ale.

"And you Sashin? Where are you from?"

"A world called Golarion. Maybe you have heard of it? My...people hail from the Plane of Shadow, another world connected to the Stairs."

"Is there anywhere around here a lady could get a drink?"

"Golarion, stopped by once. It reminded me of home, just... smaller.

"Aye."
Garron points a sausage-esque finger at the bar.

"Is there anywhere around here a lady could get a drink?"

Laird does a double take on the large dragon-like creature and mutters under his breath, "She's a lady?!"

Bemused, Laird randomly chortles, "YEP, it's a lady. Correction, she's a lady."

"DER'S A BIGASS BIRD!" Cridhe loudly exclaims.

"Not a bird, Cridhe. Dra-GON." chimes Laird.

Ooops...my bad. Following icons and not convo.

As an aside, if you get into the game, and I'm in it: Please, please just try to use proper english. I can usually get my head around things, but I can't possibly play the level of linguist that my character would be without using google translate, and it's possible I'll need to ask you out of character what you said. Possibly repeatedly. It will eat up a lot of time, or it'll lead to problems of people choosing not to interact with you as a result of having a hard time reading what you said. But... fair warning. :) I'll likely have to ask you over and over, or you'll have to do half again the work.

She takes his arms and follows.

Laird does a double take on the large dragon-like creature and mutters under his breath, "She's a lady?!"

She chuckles mentally at Laird Aitken so as not to rude to the female at the bar. She dos note the large from a half Giant there as well.

::"I would not like to get in your way, Sir, you seem like you could knock down a mountain."::

Aannras Telepathy unless under spoiler is to every one close to her, some 100' if you choose not to hear her you can. She is not forcing her mind talk on any one if they don't wan't it.

Please, please just try to use proper english.

No worries. I'll either try to include a translation or write more normal English coherently.

Aw, forget it. Why not be in my true form? Remember, she has two heads. Still won't turn my presence on.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30

Sashin turns her heads towards Laird.

"Why, yes. I am a lady. Is that surprising?"

"Oh I make it my business not to get in peoples' way unless they deserve it. HAHA!"

Garron's laugh shakes the ground around him. He holds out a hand to Aannra.

"A pleasure, m'lady."
Garron seems quite pleased with his manners

She places her small elf hand on his big finger, and holds it in the most gentle of way.

::"A pleasure as well Master Gaint, and I tend to do the very same myself"::

Then she adds in a conspiratorial voice.

::"But You know, I have this really bad habit of finding others who.. deserve it, as you say. It could be fates of bad luck but I really have noticed it of late."::

Just a small note, Garron is not a giant at the moment, he is in his alternate form (A big, but not large size human).

HA, don't we all.

"Why, yes. I am a lady. Is that surprising?"

Laird gently curtsies toward the double-headed dragon, "You'll have to excuse my lack of experience with dragons. I have spent the majority of my life on an island where everyday is normal and expected. I am Laird(pronounced Lord)Aitken. It is my pleasure to have met you, my first lady of dragons."

The elegant Father Regent returns to his upright posture and questions the lady, "I am blessed to be in the company of two exquisitely rare forms. I've met with Lady Aannra One who is now exchanging pleasantries with your giant friend. May I have your name? May I expedite a refreshment for you?"

Laird notices Cridhe hopping intermittently towards the double-headed dragon. He gives Cridhe a scornful glare warning the thrush to act in good accord. Cridhe looks at the dragon then at his master. "Really, it's not a giant bird?"

The handsome looking human sulks expecting more from his longtime familiar companion and shakes his head in denial.

Noticing the wince, Sashin chooses to ignore it.

"Hello, Barrett. How goes the hunt? Do you think he's here?"

Barrett tips his hat to return the greeting. "Naw. I caught up to him about a month ago and he damn near shot me dead. I'm here getting myself back together before riding off again."

"These...ones that'll fly...are they true dragons? Are they intelligent?"

"Don't think so. They're just really big birds. If they're thinkin' then they ain't much for conversation, I'll tell you what."

"It is fine, Laird. No disrespect taken."

"As for my name, it is Sashin, along with many titles and accomplishments. But I feel those are not necessary here, no?"

Moving one head closer to the thrush, she says lightly:
"No, tiny bird. I am not a bird. I am a dragon, the mightest of fliers."

Aannra looking up at the large human from of Garron.
Just then Skifin fly's back with a bottle of light blue wine.
Hovering under it, the small Egg like drone seems to be controlling it with in seen force as it tips and empty some of its contents into Aannras fine wine glass.

::"Would you care for some, Master? you know I did not catch your name, I always find it good to make contacts. But I best say who I am before we go on, I am AI Aannra One, also come times called Lady Aannra, a Master of the Grand Stair. O! did I hear you right, did you say you had been to a world called Golarion, you know I have been there as well, it if was the same place."::

Skifin hovers about, talking with a few there as well.

"Thanks, but ill stick to ale.

Yes, I stopped on Golarion several years ago with my mentor, Gregor."

"And how did you find it, Garron? What parts did you visit?"

She uses her voice to carry on the conversation with Lord Garron.

"Well meet Lord Garron, as most here must be a lord for our host to let them in, I think I am right in this. Your mentor Gregor you say, that name is unknown to me, what may I as was he teaching you about?

"And how did you find it, Garron? What parts did you visit?"

Just a note, All her conversations are happening at the same time

"And how did you find it, Garron? What parts did you visit?"

"I didn't find it myself, Gregor showed me the door and we didn't stay long. I spent several days with a group of Ulfen in the land of the Linnorm Kings."

"Well meet Lord Garron, as most here must be a lord for our host to let them in, I think I am right in this. Your mentor Gregor you say, that name is unknown to me, what may I as was he teaching you about?"

"Gregor is the lord who taught me everything I know about the worlds and the stair. He is the one who helped unlock my potential and showed me my ability to manipulate the umbra. Unfortunately he died several years ago. I was forced to leave him wounded and alone in a now broken world."

"I am truly sorry to hear that, Lord Gregor, I have felt loss myself and understand how it can impact ones life, lets talk of lighter things, So will you be staying here long, I bet you have an adventure some where lined up."

She takes a sip of her drink.

"Thought I might return to Aukrelia, I haven't been home in a while and i'm itching for a good fight."

She walk up close to him, almost touching and looks into his face.

She has empathy running

"I can see you do, I myself have always sort to find a diplomatic solution, if not that then a means to fight with out fighting. I know it sounds odd, but if one is really cleaver, one can find ways."

She lightly pats his arm.

"Are you on the subduction trail Laird Aitken, you do like your lovers large."

Pouting his lips, Laird tries to re-establish the telepathic connection between Aanra and himself.

"Hello. My name is Laird Aitken." greets both the giant and the cowboy with a hearty grin and strong handshake.

"Is anyone aware why we are gathered here? I am just curious."

"I am here for the food, and drink. In fact, I should probably take on a more suitable form."

Sashin quickly shrinks down to normal human size, dhampir, actually, and walks towards the table of food.

"Care to join me?"

"Now did some one just says food, that is a wonderful idea, care to join me Garron. There is a table over there that I think can take us all."

She picks up her wine glass and bottle and heads over to the seats where
Sashin is.

"The dragon-shifter has it," growls a ceremonially-armored warrior from the next table over, his eyes closed, hands steepled across his face. "Emphasis on the drink, from what I've learned of the Grand Stair. You're here because you've got nothing better to do, and—I hope—because you were actually invited, and not just some dimensional party crasher sneaking in to sow cheap mischief."

"Name's Sashin, by the way. And yours?"
She says as she grabs a plate of food and sits at the newcomers' table.

"And you're correct, I was invited. No Lord would hold a party so close to my Door, and not invite me."

Let's do something to fill this white space... the area -near- the 'formal garden' is where she's doing her work.

A petite and surprisingly nondescript halfling walks into the room, minding her own business. She has a pixie cut of brown hair, that hangs to just below ear level on the right side, but doesn't cover either of her hazel eyes. She's wearing a hoodie - which obscures much of the rest of her body - though anyone who can sense magic knows that there's a lot of magic within the girl. Not because she radiates it... but because her belongings do.

She's covered head to toe in magical items, from a single glove, to her slippers, all the way up to a simple hairband that's just sort of resting atop her head. Oddly, she has no weapon. (Or perhaps, not oddly at all, given that she's wearing a glove of storing).

As she sees everyone gathered, she frowns slightly, not saying anything. She looks slowly around, and sighs. She ignores people as they come and go, as they arrive, speak to her, jostle her, or any other degree of interest that is shown to her... as she begins to work a spell. Not a simple spell, but certainly nothing worthy of a god or the like. She pulls out small cubes of differing materials, and as she works, the blank space everyone had gathered in slowly comes to life.

Minor Creation

First a desk of rich red wood rises up, bringing her cubes to the forefront, it's a beautiful writing desk, and as she does this, a glossy black raven flies out of her hoodie and perches atop it. Then tables sprout from the ground, attached to the desk. Next come chairs, each of different shapes and colors and patterns, different woods, and fabrics... just for good measure. Everything seems inextricably linked by small threads of whichever material they are comprised of; rich woods are tied to rich woods, cottons to cottons, wicker to wicker. Everything seems woven together in a web. But as soon as you move an object, it snaps into its own separate shape and form.

After the first minute, there are places to sit, and stand.

While someone had apparently brought food - and she couldn't really produce it, the drab reality really needed a bit more... oomph.

She began again, this time using just the wood, two different colors, weaving them into a parkour floor, quite thin, but covering a very wide area, creating a checkerboard pattern of four interlaced colors that seemed to skip and jump and hop around until they'd all grown into place.

Once this was done, which took another six minutes, she began to shape walls. This took more time, as she left windows and doors where the passageways and the staircases and open passages to doors, as well as open spaces to allow the old lights of the place to flow into the room, readily.. This took considerably longer... another eight minutes for the four walls to come into being, but the walls matched the floor, and everyone could rest in comfort and relaxation.

There were places to hang lanterns along the walls (Assuming the others had anything to light the room besides magical weapons, of course) and even a vine trellis along one wall... speaking of which...

One more minute was spent growing a vine across the trellis, flowers blooming to unlife, as a simple facsimile of a real flower. She was certain whichever of them cared most about plant life would completely ignore the fact that she'd usurped nature's beauty... after all, the effect would fade in less than a day. But nothing bothered her more than drab.

Finally, one last one was touched, and a large glass crystal began to emerge from the chandelier... this took a full ten minutes, but when she was done, light danced and shimmered all throughout the room.

Major Creation

She exhaled... and drew a book, too large to fit into her hoodie, from her right front pocket, and placed it upon the desk... then began to write within.

By the time she's finished, there's a thirty-by-thirty-by-by twenty room available. There's no ceiling that wasn't simply predefined.

The bird was certainly going to be better company than the girl, now that she was writing. It occassionally used its claws to slide different shades of ink in the halfling's direction.

"The dragon-shifter has it," growls a ceremonially-armored warrior.

"Do's she now"

Taking a seat close to the Orc, She waves for Skafin. Who comes over.

"I spotted a nice human is cooking large shrimp on a bar-b-q over by the trees there, Be a dear Skafin and bring us a few, and any other that any one wants. O and another bottle of that Blue wine."

The small Drone heads off muttering about slavery.

Aannra Sits and looks around, then she spots a small human form making things. Hotaru of the Society She indented with a flat hand to the others at the table.

"What do you think She is doing, is it art?"

"It looks like a podium.," Attoshi responds, looking up from the table. "Maybe they've brought in a speaker? I don't know much about Gossamer High Society, but I haven't met many Wrighters worth hearing pontificate."

"Arr it must be the entertainment"

The halfling started slightly, and visibly. She muttered something low, and pointed at the page... then redipped her quill.

Stepping into the boisterous tavern is a man standing well over seven feet tall and adorned in simple blue and gold cleric's robes. With short, neatly-trimmed hair and beard, and bright blue eyes, he appears to be little more than a very tall priest. However, the area around him seems somewhat brighter, as if he is giving off a dull light. Around his neck is a strange, off-grey crystal on a lanyard that also seems to glow softly.

Approaching those already seated, the man smiles and bows slightly. "Is seat taken?" he asks, his voice calm but somewhat rough. Without waiting for an answer, the priest looks towards the bar and motions for a drink. He turns back to the people at the table and smiles again. "I am called Father Wodin, am pleased to of making acquaintance."

She waves at Skafin comes over then the small drone go's to high hovering over the party.

"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.