"Sh|t!" Zaidel says as he tries to touch the old gate. "Okay! Okay! No problem! Thankfully I prayed for a dispel magic clerical spell this morning!"
The satyr quickly unhooks The Tankard of the Drunken Hero, fills it with ale, using his create water spell, and toasts Cayden Cailean. Zaidel quickly drinks the ale down, wiping his mouth with his arm. "Okay, BABY! Big Personality! C'mon, Cayden! C'MON, DESNA!"
Zaidel casts the dispel magic on the barrier.
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You move your hand forward again, this time you feel the gate. But it feels smooth not like what you see. Then you see the illusion fade just like the rest of the crowd as they ohhh and ahhhh at the splendor of the building.
The white marble keep rises high above the surrounding landscape, its smooth, gleaming walls reflecting the sunlight with an almost ethereal glow. The massive structure is built from expertly cut and fitted marble blocks, their pale surfaces veined with delicate streaks of gray. Tall, narrow windows pierce the walls at regular intervals, framed by intricate stone carvings that depict ancient symbols of strength and wisdom.
At the base, a fortified entrance stands guarded by an imposing set of double doors made of reinforced oak and bound with iron. Above the entrance, a grand balcony juts out, offering a commanding view of the land beyond. Battlements crown the top of the keep, where watchful sentries stand, their silhouettes dark against the bright stone. Slender towers rise at each corner, their pointed spires adorned with banners that ripple in the wind, bearing the crest of Desna, a butterfly.
Surrounding the keep, a wide moat glimmers under the sky, its waters clear but deep, lined with smooth stone embankments. A single drawbridge spans the moat, connecting the keep to the outside world. The air carries the faint scent of polished stone, mingling with the crisp breeze that whistles through the arrow slits and along the high parapets. From a distance, the keep stands as a beacon of power and security, its marble walls untouched by time, defying both nature and enemies alike.
Some of the folks on the drawbridge make startled noises and shift. Wary of the structure they stand upon now, which appeared to simply be dirt a moment ago.
Zaidel could not hold in his excitement.
"YES!
The caydenite coughs to recover. "Frick yeah!"
Zaidel sees the sentries above.
"Oi! Ramie Jae, Chosen of Desna, seeks entry and an audience with Lady Luck!"
"I think something is wrong. I'm not getting anything from Her now... I'll try again now the illusion barrier is down." Ramie says worriedly, and reaches out to her goddess again.
"Yes, please! She bid me come here to see her..." She cries, her worry painting her words with her impassioned plea.
The doors slowly open and more guards wave you into the courtyard. A priestess in a shimmering multi colored robe walks forward touches each of you and after your group she walks among the other assembled and touches one every few minutes.
An acolyte in a simple blue robe over a white shift comes forward and states to Zaidel and the others, [b]"Welcome to the Song of the Spheres new home in New Faces. If you will follow me your appointment has been moved up.
Zaidel follows Ramie into the castle, followed by Jean.
In her majestic splendor she stands up and comes to greet you. "Greetings all, sorry for being so busy but that happens when we descend. Please have a seat."
In awe, the satyr simply bows his head and get down on one knee to show Desna her proper respect. Inwardly, Zaidel is excited for Ramie, hoping she will have a similar relationship with Desna he shares with Cayden.
The cleric then respectfully gets back to his hooves and sits down on the offered chair.
In her majestic splendor she stands up and comes to greet you. "Greetings all, sorry for being so busy but that happens when we descend. Please have a seat."
Ramie's tension drained away and she nearly sagged with relief at the radiant sight of her goddess. "Oh my Lady, thanks to the heavens that you're well! I'm Ramie Jae, formerly of Earth. And this is Floof, my eidolon." She said, bowing deeply from the waist and flourishing her arm to point out her fluffy dog-like friend. "The sight of the illusion here had me worried that something was wrong. Have your parishioners..." She paused then, mulling over her word choice diplomatically. "Have their requests overburdened your benevolent nature?"
With a large smile she replies, "Yes I know. Just holding back the requests. The illusion was put in place for the place to look like it had a few months ago. Lets focus on you. What do you need?"
The satyr takes a braising breathe in.
"I'm afraid it was my idea, Lady Desna. You see I just acquired the Chosen Ability Chausible of The Fateweaver. And I felt bad Ramie didn't acquire it because you need to be in the presence of your deity to get it. So we both played some dreamy music to get your attention", Zaidel squirmed in his chair. "I really hope you didn't incarnate on the Material Plane just for us."
Ramie had an apologetic look on her face, Desna seemed to have a lot on her plate and she felt like a heel for adding to it. "I'm still sort of new and I'm not sure I understand it all. I needed to see you face to face because we need to establish a bond to be sure my divine blessings are really flowing from you. I might need to be er... officially adopted into your Familia. And like Zaidel said, there was something about being a Dreamweaver and a focus item." Then she brightened, "I didn't come empty handed though, I was gifted a voucher from the Golden Monarch for lands within the Golden Glade. Maybe you could use them for a retreat if you need a respite. They should be safe since they are under his protection." She explained as she happily brought forth the voucher from her bag.
"I was able to find a very nice Starknife. Or I have some jewelry that could serve as the focal point?" She offered.
Working on the first page Krysta began with a cell showing a night sky and a tired looking woman gazing up at it as she lie in a hammock strung between two trees. Over the next couple of panels she sketched out the eyes drifting shut until they were closed completely.
The next panel was one of darkness with "Chooo, choooooooooooooooO!" written across it. Over the next few panels it depicted the focus of the story, a seemingly normal young human woman waking up and finding herself no longer on a hammock but starring at a steam train as she stood on a boarding platform.
There were strange and fantastical beings moving around, elves, dwarves, gnomes, and many others going to and fro, boarding or disembarking, but one thing caught her eye, a big, flooffie, foo dog.
Reassuring Zaidel she says, "No, no, no. Saytr. I have been on the material plane for a few years now and only recently moved to New Faces. You may have played, but unless you spoke my name out loud, I would have no consciousness of it."
She thinks out loud and questions, "Chosen Ability Chausible of The Fateweaver, hmmm that sounds interesting. Do you have an expert on this or someone that knows the rituals of binding that seem needed for this? What is the ability specifically?"
"My dear Ramie I know you are new to all of this. Yes you have not joined my Familia yet. In spirit you have, I know. Yes I accept your gift, it was not necessary but it is nice. Yes but I need to know why you need a focal point."
He gets up and goes out for a hunt with his sons. He wants to find some more fiendish crystal horned elk!
"Well, Matthew and Jellena performed it for me", Zaidel gathered, "so I should be able to set it up for Ramie!"
"Lady Desna, the Chausible of The Fateweaver is an ability fueled by a Familia's Patron. It kinda works like a warlock binding. The deity makes the conditions for the Chosen to perform. Once duties have been performed, the Chosen then has access to one wish a day. depending on the wish, it may or may not have curses attached."
"Oh! Lady Desna! Since you now have a temple in New Faces, would you be opposed to any cross-faith collaboration with Old Reunions, Cayden Cailean's temple here in New Faces?"
Zaidel will be able to do the ritual but it requires 400 gp of incense and 800 gp of powdered silver. Then the ritual takes at least 18 hours but to be safe you might take 24 hours.
"Ah I believe I understand. So this ability will be fueled by me. Conditions.... I would not be opposed to cross-faith collaboration."
She suggests but is open to adjustments:
Daily requirement: Work on an art project for at least two hours.
Weekly Requirement: Travel to a new location and set up a shrine where you rest along the path.
Prohibited behavior: cast nightmare or use similar magic to corrupt dreams.
"I don't want to impede you but to guide."
"Yes! Supplies!" The satyr stands up. "By your leave, Lady Desna: Jean and I will go shop for the ingredients for the ritual; while you and Ramie get more acquainted."
"You may go. I will accept Ramie while you are away."
She would speak with Ramie having her tell about her life before and the places she had traveled.
Zaidel bows low before leaving The Goddess of Luck's presence, as both fey and dragon go to hunt for the supplies.
"I still have my gold from The Golden Monarch. I can afford this", Zaidel confides to Jean.
Krysta set her drawing utensil down and reached up to place her hand over Jellena's, "Just before Ramie and Zaidel left to go see Desna, Ramie sand a very beautiful song. It inspired me to create a story based off of it so that is what I have been working on."
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Krysta carefully began to put her supplied away and said, "No, you don't need to leave, I need to take a break anywaAAAAHHH!" Jellena's fingers rubbing the base of her wings drew a cry of surprise and pleasure from Krysta. "Y-y-y-yes Mistress, that area is very sensitive."
Fortunately for them both Krysta was in her human form already, albeit with her wings and tail manifested, as she wasn't sure she could have changed so that her sharp scales weren't an issue. Krysta leaned back against Jellena and turned her head to one side so that her lips were available for her Mistress to steal if she wanted and her eyes were full of love and desire for Jellena as she met her Mistress gaze.
Zaidel and Jean head off to the temples to buy the incense and powdered silver. They come back in about an hour.
Ramie is inducted into Desna's Familia.
Zaidel and Jean setup the ritual and after 24 hours all is set up. Binding Desna to Ramie more... or the other way around.
Under Zaidel's instruction, both satyr and dragon carefully construct the ritual circle and begin the ritual. Staying awake was difficult, possibly due to being in close proximity to The Goddess of Dreams, but the cleric pushed through.
After the ritual, Zaidel served drinks in celebration to all. "Lady Desna, what is your preferred form of alcohol? I imagine it's quite potent."
Ramie knelt before Desna and gazed up at her goddess reverently and quite literally starry-eyed during the ceremony. It felt good to have family again and she silently and shyly requests a hug once the formal ceremony was completed. "I will sing your praises everywhere our travels take us, My Lady Starsong. Thank you for everything! Please don't hesitate to call on me if you need anything."
Desna will give Ramie a hug. It does feel nice a sense of home and such.
Lady Desna asks for well-aged Elven Moon wine. She spouts off a year if you can do that.
Once the ritual is done she suggests, "You should all rest and recover. Then you can go travel. I have no specific missions at the moment but I won't hesitate to ask if something does come up."
Zaidel smiles as he makes the wine for the Goddess, secretly pleased to have that knowledge in his arsenal.
Tired and yawning, the cleric tells Ramie they can leave at any time, whenever she's ready. If they are not leaving right away, Zaidel will take up Desna's offer for rest.
"Yes, thank you. We're honored to stay." Ramie replied.
Zaidel, Jean, and Ramie were directed to a series of bedroom within Desna's new temple. It made sense to the cleric that the Goddess of Dream would have many room to rest available. The trio said their good nights and each entered their room. Zaidel's room was painted tastefully white and blue with many different celestial accents, like stars, moon, and comets. The satyr figured his other team mebers had similar rooms. Once the door was closed, Zaidel's yawning increased in intensity. It seemed like the fey's melatonin levels were going through the roof.
”I should..pray to Cayden before bed. So he doesn't worry..”, Zaidel yawned.
The caydenite sat in a nearby chair and said a simple prayer to Cayden, too tired to create any ale.
”Cayden..”, Zaidel began. ”..It all went well. Performed the ritual with Desna present, so Ramie is now a Fateweaver too. Desna is letting us sleep in her temple, so we'll be back after a nap. We have been awake for over 24 hours. I'll send Desna your best. Good night, Boss.”
Zaider pulled back the cover on the star-themed bed, and marveled at how soft the comforter was. In his tired state, the satyr just kicked all his gear and clothes off save his holy symbol. The cleric got into bed and immediately awed in amazement. ”Holy Sh|t! The bed! The pillow! SO soft and cool!!” Zaidel let out a slow exhale, closed his eyes, and went right to sleep.
Zaidel gasped. ”By the Gods! I'm in The Sevenfold Cynosure!! But not in Desna's bed chamber this time. Wow! It looks so marvelous!”
Zaidel leaned against the study castle wall and looked out into the demiplane of Cynosure, making any planetarium Zaidel visited on Earth to shame. After several minutes, Zaidel could make out what looked like a group of blue beings flying against the starry mantle. As they flew closer, Zaidel could make out four blue-skinned female with large black and blue butterfly wings on their back, draped in silver clothing.
”Oh my Gods! Those are Yamah! I don't believe it!”
Zaidel waves hello to the azata as they came even closer. ”HELLO!”
One of the Yamah had a serious look on her face, her hand on her starknife. But once she got closer, the azata expression changed, her hand no longer at the ready.
”Greetings, Dreamer. If no one has welcomed you yet: welcome to The Sevenfold Cynosure!” The lead Yamah pronounced. The other two whispered among themselves.
”Thank you, most kindly”, the fey made a courtly bow. ”I am Zaidel The Benevolent, Easier of Pain, and Fateweaver. I'm a Chosen of Cayden Cailean. Your Mistress was kind enough to let me and my teammates sleep in her new temple on Arcanium, after a 24-hour period of ritual.”
Thge Yamah looked surprised and impressed. ”Chosen. Arcanium. That all seem to check out”, one of the azata answered. ”What ritual if I may ask?”
”The Chausible of The Fateweaver”, Zaidel replied. ”It was preformed on one of Desna's new Familia members who's in my adventuring party.”
The Yamah looks at each other with puzzled looks. ”We are not familiar with that ritual.”
”I could tell you more about it if you have the time. Maybe we could sit down somewhere and chat?”
The azata chatted among themselves, one looking at the exterior of The Sevenfold Cynosure, trying to get her bearings.
”We think there is a tea room nearby. Hopefully it's available.” The lead Yamah answered.
The azata landed on the outlook near Zaidel. The Yamah were as tall as the satyr, but the wings made them look taller. ”Please follow us, Zaidel.” The Yamah walked toward the other side of the outlook. ”We are The Starlight Crusade. A band of Yamah who flies across the planes helping who we can. I am Yelizabeth”, the lead Yamah introduced herself. ”And this is Yelisa. Ynthia. And Yondra.”
”I distinct pleasure to meet you ladies”, Zaidel smiled as he followed the Yameh. Ynthia and Yelisa smiled back.
Past the outlook, Zaidel was lead back into the crystalline castle and up a small flight of stairs to a small room with a glass door. Inside was another blue and white room with star-themed décor, but it had several tea pots on what looked like warming stones on counters with several couches and soft plush chairs. The small group sat down, while Yelizabeth when to gather some tea cup in a cupboard.
”Do you like tea, Zaidel”, Yelizabeth asked, then giggled. ”Oh, right. Caydenite. Well, I'm afraid we not so stocked with alcohol as your Master.”
”That's fine, Yelizabeth”, Zaidel grins. ”I can produce my own alcohol, or non-alcoholic drinks. In fact, I just found out Desna's favorite alcoholic drink. I'm dying to try it! Can I offer you some.”
This peaked Yondra's, Ynthia's, and Yelisa's interest. ”What! Really?!”
”It's a very specific elven wine The Song of The Sphere asked for after our ritual. Yelizabeth, if you want some, just bring the cups.”
Yelizabeth looks conflicted, but brought 5 empty teas cups, that were white with celestial bodies cast near the rims.
Zaidel cast create water into the cups to recreate Desna's alcohol of choice. ”Tell me what you think.”
The Starlight Crusade sat near Zaidel and sipped on aged elven wine. ”MMMmm! That's good! Oh yes! Indeed!” The Yamah agreed.
”Boy! The Sevenfold Cynosure sure is beautiful”, Zaidel remarked. ”I'd only seen it once before, but it was only Desna's bedchambers.”
Several Yamah's eyes bugged out with that statement. ”Say, I heard tale of a satyr entertaining Lady Desna, along with Lady Shelyn and Lady Sarenrae a while back.”
Zaidel held up his hands. ”Guilty. I'm a gestalt classed cleric and bard.”
Ynthia rubbed the satyr's shoulder. ”Ooh! Play something for us, won't you Zaidel? Please?!”
Zaidel chuckled as the azata followed Ynthia's example. ”Alright. Alright. I'll need some room.”
The caydenite got off the couch and walked o the center of the room, and summoned a 1959 Louis Zwicki upright piano.
”I didn't know bards could summon large instruments”, Yondra inquired.
”Most can't”, Zaidel said as he sat down at the piano. ”But I'm hoping to fix that soon.”
The satyr then began to play a pleasant dreamy song.
The azata roared with approval after Zaidel's song. The asked for more Desna Wine, as it began to be called.
Zaidel sang a few more song. In between songs, the group talked about their adventures and natures. More wine was poured and conversations were had.
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Then she handily picks you up bending you over the table. Then she shows off a seven inch dildo, she presents it to you and puts it in your mouth. Then pulls out a set of vials from her bag. "What kind of oil do you want? Spicy, chilling or warming?"
Once selected she pulls the dildo from your mouth. Applies the oil and goes around to slowly insert it. She also plays with your folds and clit. She whispers, "You want a butt plug too?"
Desna sends attendants with you to make sure all your needs are met.
Jean does not find a room, let alone a bed that would accommodate his dragon form. The attendant offers to put down some blankets for him.
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The next morning you are led to Desna's quarters for breakfast before you leave.
The next morning you are led to Desna's quarters for breakfast before you leave.
Zaidel looks mildly upset as he quickly puts on his armor and gear. Before leaving the bedroom, the cleric prays to Cayden Cailean for his clerical spells.
"Ah man!" Zaidel gripes as he meets the others. "I was hoping we'd only sleep a few hours; not the whole day! That's gonna mess up our study schedule for the tome and manuals!"
"Oops, sorry. I guess we'd better get back. Thank you again for everything, my Lady Starsong." Ramie bowed again to Desna, saying her farewells.
Zaidel's eyes go wide. "RAMIE! I wasn't gonna propose we not take advantage of having a meal with a deity! Your Familia head! No! I say we stay! It's huge honor! After breakfast, then we haul a$$!"
She smiles at your interaction.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Desna", Zaidel bows before the Goddess of Luck. "With our Daily Quest, we often don't have the option to sleep in. So? What's for breakfast? I wonder what the Queen of Dreams has when she breaks her fast."
Krysta felt Jellna lift her and bend her over the table before inserting the long dildo into her mouth. The thing pressed into her throat and certainly prevented her from speaking as Jellena asked her preference of oils. It wasn't something that Krysta had a preference for so her tail pointed to Jellena to try and indicate she should choose on this.
With the decision made Krysta felt the device pulled from her mouth and then begin to tease her folds as Kellena asked her next question. Krysta nodded her head and said, "Yes please Mistress."
Zaidel's eyes go wide. "RAMIE! I wasn't gonna propose we not take advantage of having a meal with a deity! Your Familia head! No! I say we stay! It's huge honor! After breakfast, then we haul a$$!"
Ramie rolls her eyes extravagantly as Floof huffs a doggie sigh at Zaidel. "Just trying to be considerate... You are my transportation, after all."
She stage-whispers 'confidentially' to Desna, "Do all Satyrs change their minds as fast as the flip-flop of a wind-sock?"